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"So, heard you're gonna go and live with the big bad bat." Damian's neutral scowl deepened at the sound of his voice. Instinctively, his hand flew to rest on the pommel of his sword. "Woah, woah. No need for violence, big bro."
'There was always a need for violence.' Damian thought.
"Aww, is big bro not happy to see me?" He flew around to Damian's front, hands resting under his chin as he smiled at him like all was right in the world. "Honestly, I'm a little hurt."
"What do you want, Daniel." Damian spat out, itching to unsheathe his blade yet restraining himself from doing so. "I don't believe you're here to just send me off."
"What? I can't just check in on my brother on the biggest moment of his life?" Danny asked, sounding so innocent that he was almost believable.
Almost.
Damian's eyes narrowed.
"Eh, ya got me." Danny leaned back in the air and shrugged. "I really don't care that much about you to do that."
"Then why are you here?"
"Well," Danny casually waved a hand. "Just wondering if the big scary shadow man would actually like you."
"What." Damian demanded.
"You know." Danny smirked and tilted his head slightly to the side. "You're a murderer, assassin, pretty evil in the eyes of the law and practically everything the Batman stands against. Plus, not to mention his other children-"
Danny paused when the tip of a sword poked against his throat.
"I am his only true child." Damian spat out.
Danny stared down at him, for a moment, no visible emotion through his eyes and face. One would almost call it unnerving. Yet the moment passed quickly, and the corner of Danny's lips quirked upwards.
"Yea, you made sure of that." Danny began, chuckling as he leaned forwards, metal cutting into skin as toxic green spilled from the wound. "But honestly, we both know you can't kill me anymore."
Damian snorted.
"And we both know you can still feel pain."
#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#demon twins#They do NAUGHT like each other frfr#Just so you know Danny loves his family (the fentons) and wouldn't give them up for the world#He's just here to start shit by saying that Batman isn't gonna accept Damian#We (obviously) know how that goes down
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Was lock ever upset with himself that he liked Barrel? Or vise versa?
It's disgusting (how I love you)
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My, my, my, my, my heart, heart My, my heart, heart My, my heart, heart My heart booms at the speed of light But the exit sign's always on my mind, always in my sight I could say that I really want to stay But the devil inside always wins the fight, always gets his way
Jump out the window, gotta get out on the highway When things are getting too attached, I need an escape I'm seein' stars and there is nothing more that I hate, baby There's somethin' that I gotta say
It's disgusting, how I love you God, I hate it, I could kill you 'Cause you're messin' up my name Gotta walk my talk, my fame But I just wanna touch your face It's disgusting It's disgusting how you changed me From a bandit to a baby Think I might gotta change my name If I'm gonna walk this walk of shame Look at what you do to me It's disgusting (-Ting, ting, ting, ting, ting)
My mind blinks like a traffic light It's green and red and stop and go changing all the time And it makes me scared that I haven't left That I'm still right here, more, or, or, or less Jump out in traffic, yeah, I gotta go my own way My head is slippin', too intense, I need an escape I'm seein' stars and there is nothin' more that I hate, baby There's somethin' that I gotta say
It's disgusting, how I love you God, I hate it, I could kill you 'Cause you're messin' up my name Gotta walk my talk, my fame (Gotta walk my talk) But I just wanna touch your face It's disgusting It's disgusting (It's disgusting) how you changed me From a bandit to a baby (To a baby) Think I might gotta change my name If I'm gonna walk this walk of shame Look at what you do to me (Look at what you do to me) It's disgusting
My, my, my, my, my heart, heart It's disgusting My, my heart, heart My, my, my, my, my heart, heart (Look at what you do me) It's disgusting My, my heart, heart
Chapter by chapter, I'm fallin' faster and faster Becoming manic and magic, it's so romantic, I panic, oh Hit the eject button, but it must be stuck, somethin's up What did you slip into my drink? Baby
It's disgusting, how I love you (It's disgusting) God, I hate it, I could kill you 'Cause you're messin' up my name ('Cause you're messin' up my name) Gotta walk my talk, my fame But I just wanna touch your face It's disgusting (it's disgusting) It's disgusting how you changed me (How you changed me) From a bandit to a baby (To a baby) Think I might gotta change my name (Think I might gotta change my name) If I'm gonna walk this walk of shame (If I'm gonna walk this walk of shame) Look at what you do to me It's disgusting
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Floyd Leech: Cinderella Step
GOOD GOD, FLOYD 😭 Put your grippers AWAY, I don’t wanna see those… (flashbacks to the horror of Dorm Uniform Jade groovy)
P.S. You should listen to Cinderella Step by Daoko :)) I enjoy it a lot, and it’s also the song that I named this ficlet after. I feel like that first full line (“Though you are the worst, I can’t help but love you”) is very evocative of the NRC boys 😂
Rise and Shine!
It was easy to tell which side of the room was Floyd's. It always looked like a hurricane had run through, scattering clothes all over every avaliable surface. Snack crumbs are sprinkled like a generous garnish on his desk and shelf. His belongings—interesting odds and ends he had collected over the weeks—were similarly strewn haphazardly, wherever there was free space to be occupied.
There was only one thing that the storm seemed to have missed.
His shoes.
A glossy black--patent leather. Large yet sleek, tapering into pointed toes. It was the same pair he wore every day with his school uniform, yet there was not so much as a scratch or a speck of dirt on them.
Pristine.
The one thing he takes good care of, you thought. Must be magic.
Other shoes sat in neat rows on a rack. Boots, sneakers, sandals, in shapes and colors you've never even imagined. The variety astounded you.
Floyd bounded about the room collecting his things. He hopped around on one leg, slipping on a sock, then alternated to the other leg. Next he slung his blazer, still slightly wrinkled from having been crumpled and tossed over a chair last night, on over his prim grey-lilac vest. His striped tie was forgotten, left forlorn on his bed as he yoinked the patent leather shoes and slipped them on.
“‘K, I’m ready," Floyd announced cheerily. "Let’s get going, koebi-chan~"
You stared at his messy room. "You're not going to tidy up a little before heading out?"
He blinked. "Hmm? Why would I? Stuff's gonna shift around anyway, so there's no point in doing that."
Floyd strolled out, hands casually tucked in his pockets. You followed after him, falling in time with his footsteps. Today, they were long and languid, like waves lazily combing the beach.
You knew what that meant; good mood, best to not disturb it.
"... Right." You offered a small, reassuring smile. “Hey, I noticed that you have a lot of shoes—and you take such good care of them.”
“Yeah. Cuz we don’t really have’m where I come from. Gotta make the most of my human experience and all.”
"You don't exactly dress in a shirt and pants under the sea either," you pointed out with a shrug.
“Shoes are special.” He said it with surprisingly conviction, an uncharacteristic seriousness set in his eyes. "You kinda need them to do the things humans do every day, least without getting nagged at. Jumping, dancing, strolling down the street."
“All this talk about footwear… You sound like Cinderella.”
“Ehh… Do I give you those vibes?” There was a crackle entangled with his words.
“You’re the kind of guy that would sneak out if Azul told you to stay put.” You paused, then added, “just to prove a point.”
He gave a razor-sharp grin in response. “Touché.”
Floyd glanced down at his feet. His eyes barely lingered there for half a second before they flicked to yours. “Glass slippers sound cool though.”
“Glass slippers? Really? You’re not scared they’d break…? I thought you’d be into more durable shoes. Something easy to move around in.”
“I’d try’m on at least once, as long as it’s not lame lookin’. I’ll try anything at least once. Glass slippers, a puss’s boots, ballet flats from twelve dancing princesses, shoes made by elves…”
“Even cursed shoes?” you asked. “Professor Trein was telling us about them the other day. Put them on, and you’re cursed to dance forever and ever—or at least until you collapse from exhaustion.”
Floyd made a face. “Nah. Dancing’s fun, but not if you do it all the time. I’d get sick of it.”
"There’s more than one way of dancing.”
“Duh. I know that. But it’ll still get pretty boring after a while.”
“I don’t think so.” You shook your head, your feet coming to a stop. “Dancing’s a lot like having a conversation, except your mouth doesn’t ever need to move. You just let your body do the talking.”
Your legs criss-crossed in a quick jig. "This is being excited." Standing on your toes, you carefully elevated yourself. "This is whispering." Putting all your weight into your feet, you stomped. "And this is shouting!"
Floyd watched your demonstration in silence. Gold, right. Olive, left. Together, mysterious and mirthful.
“Sounds fun,” he piped up at last. “I want in on this."
Before you had the chance to respond, Floyd's had had already latched onto yours. The other wrapped around your waist, tugging you against his chest. You lurched against him, and the sound of his raspy laughter filling your eardrums.
“You wanna dance? Let’s dance. Then you tell me what my dancing says to you.”
“W-Wait, Floyd…!”
He didn’t.
Floyd strung you along and down the street, swinging you erratically in his arms. With his long limbs swaying, he moved as naturally as a fish amid coral. For a creature of the sea, he had such grace on land that you could never tell his true origins.
He was the wind, a water current, a wayward traveler. Constantly changing and never truly contained.
Your panic and surprise easily melted into light-hearted laughter. And your feet, too, began to weave freely, as if wading on the shoreline, drawing indiscriminate shapes in the sand.
Realization struck you when you looked at him again. Your heart went thump-thump-thump, in a frantic little dance of its own.
What he’s trying to convey is…
Floyd met your gaze, sparks flying. His fingers interlocked with yours, he leaned in and grinned. Cheeks ruddy, eyes shining with exhibition.
“We don’t need words. Just our dancin’ shoes and each other!”
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#Floyd Leech#twst x reader#Floyd Leech x reader#jp spoilers#twst imagines#twst scenarios#twisted wonderland imagines#twisted wonderland scenarios#Reader#self insert#something no one asked for#Floyd birthday takeover
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nude beach adrien ( deliquent oc ) x ftm reader
ⓘ⠀reader has top surgery , use of cunt & pussy , fingering , public ( on beach )
Tans, seashells, crisp soda and icecream, perfect for a hot sunny day.
It was an idea pitched by one of your friends to hold a class beach day, and as the student president, you agreed and began to plan. The message you sent into the class group chat was bombarded with positive replies the moment you mentioned the word 'beach.' It seemed like alot of your classmates either wanted to escape studying or needed a break to cool off.
A familiar icon popped up underneath your message, Adrien's, but he didn't reply so you just guessed he would skip this event out too.
Stuffed in a car with all your friends, you allocated each friend to bring different things like drinks, food, beach balls and towels. You were in charge of packing the beach umbrellas and foldable chairs.
It was about a 3 hour trip to a beach nearby; one that wouldn't be bombarded with little children and an abundance of people.
When you got there with your friends — a little earlier than the set time — you took the initiative to start helping out with things and putting down your chairs and umbrellas. As you're hauling out the items from the trunk, you could faintly hear the raspy sound of someone calling out.
“Adrien, give me a hand here!” Your head instinctively turns to meet eyes with that stupid deliquent who seems to always show up wherever you are.
He was unusually early, perhaps earlier than you.
Adrien shoots you a toothy smirk before turning back to his buddy, helping the guy lift a cooler filled with sodas and probably beer as well. You shrug him off with a small scoff, rolling your eyes before going back to set up your things
You've successfully put up an umbrella and a deck chair away from the water, letting your body relax on the chair.
You weren't even planning on swimming today but you brought a shirt and some swim shorts just in case you wanted to just dip your feet into the icy water and feel the waves crash against your knees.
Staring out to the shore you watch as your friends run into the water, splashing and kicking sand up st eachother. You would join but, swimming wasn't something you particularly liked, especially the feeling of your wet swimsuit sticking to your skin.
“What are you doing all alone, prez?” His voice comes out smooth and almost tantalizing as a hand slides over your shoulder. You flinch harshly, whipping your head around to see Adrien in his full glory, shirt off, slightly damp hair and crystal clear water droplets gliding down the curves of his muscles.
Before you could say anything, Adrien pulls up another chair and slides it right beside you. The wooden bits of the deck chair clink together and he lowers himself on it with a small sigh of relief.
“The boys are playing like gladiators out there, felt like I was gonna die,” He laughs and you see his chest stutter as he does. He lets his head rest on his hand, elbow jutted out as he turns to face you.
“But really, why aren't you swimming? I'd love to see you shirtless and wet.” You roll your eyes and scoff, shaking your head as you stretch out your legs.
“I just don't feel like it,” You hum nonchalantly which earns a breathless laugh from Adrien. He places a hand on your stomach, inching closer to you. His fingers lightly drum on your stomach, earning that slight hollow sound.
He flicks your shirt up and burrows his hand underneath it, making a slow ascend to your chest, tracing over the raised lines underneath it.
“They're healed enough,” he points out, “Just let me see them.”
Your eyes quickly dart around, making sure that no one is watching. The beach stretches out quite far so the majority of the people were situated towards the middle with you and Adrien being in a more empty area.
You don't fight it, you just look away as he pulls up the shirt to your chin. The cool ocean breeze hits your bare chest, pulling out a view shivers from you. Adrien has seen your scars, multiple times but its always a surprise to see how his eyes soften and how he caresses them so delicately.
“Y'know people won't care if you just swim shirtless, you're a dude it doesn't matter,” He's leaning his head over to kiss your scars in which you push his face away. He laughs and moves his hands back down to rest on your lower stomach.
“You should get out of here before anyone sees you talking with me,” You manage to breathe out, moving your hand to his, attempting to pry them off your exposed skin. Being in such an open area with all your classmates undoubtedly gets you anxious, especially considering how long you've kept your relationship with Adrien a secret.
“Why? People can't handle me spending time with my boyfriend?” It just rolls off his tongue the way he claims you're his — even when you're not.
You're about to retaliate, about to shout whatever insult that comes to mind but you feel his hand move down to cup your crotch. Your body jerks at the touch and you shoot him a glare but he returns it with a sly smile.
“You're not my boyfriend,” you manage to force the words out your throat.
“Yeah but can any guy make you feel like this?” His fingers dig into the fabric of your shorts, pushing pressure onto your cunt. You can't help the curses that flow from your lips and the fact that you're arching your back into his hands.
“They don't know how to treat you right, only I can,” You can hear the jealousy drip off his tone like honey on a stick: thick and sickly sweet.
His fingers are brought back up and now he's pulling at your waistband, dipping his fingers underneath your shorts. His hand just glides over the smooth expanse of your pelvis, dipping down to your sweet, slick sex. Adrien starts by parting your folds with his index and his ring finger, skimming his middle over your fluttering hole.
You're so wet he can hear every movement his finger makes on you.
His thumb finds your clit, pushing the tip of it against that bundle of nerves. He's massaging circles on it, punching out a loud whine from your throat.
“Shit cutie, you're sensitive there?” He laughs, moving his hand lower so he could press his palm against it. Your little mewls and the way you grip onto the side of the chair so tightly makes Adrien want to rip your clothes off and fuck the daylights out of you, but he can't, he'll get caught almost instantly.
His fingers finally meet your hole, pushing in one finger slowly. You gasp, hips rolling up to grind your clit against his palm as he stuffs his finger into you. Adrien laughs again like he's having fun drawing all these reactions out of you.
Your warm, gummy walls hug his finger so snugly he has to slip in another one just to loosen you up a bit. He groans, driving his middle and ring finger into you. Everytime he pulls them back and slams them in your legs tremble and that obscene wet noise rings through his head like the aftermath of a drug.
“You like that prez? Such a good boy f'me aren't you?” Adrien bites his own, chapped lips, repeatedly ramming his fingers into you, watching as you laid your head back and let the moans spill out from your parted lips. The moment he starts curling his fingers up your body tenses and you absent-mindedly grab onto his forearm.
You're seeing stars with the way he's hitting your G-spot every single time he drives his fingers deeper into you.
“Fuck— ah– Adrien,” You cry out, moving your hand down to push down on his, encouraging him to put more pressure on your pussy. He gladly obliges, moving his fingers faster and pushing his palm against your clit with more force than before.
The familiar feeling of a knot wells up in the pit of your stomach and you know you're about to cum.
“C'mon, that's it.” Adrien can tell you're close from the quivering of your knees and the way sweat trickles down your forehead. He kisses the salt away before groaning as he feels his fingers get soaked from your orgasm.
He pumps his fingers slowly, letting you ride out your high before stopping completely.
“Shit, let me eat you out next tim—”
“Stop talking.”
doctors note ; hope i did alright for my first time writing for ftm reader T T
#servicpop — fics/drabbles#bottom male reader#oc x male reader#x bottom male reader#mlm nsft#mlm ns/fw#ftm reader#x ftm reader#trans reader#transmasc reader#afab reader
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I saw the ghost bride hey arnold fanart timelapse and how were you able to know that the "blueish" colors felt right? (its right when you put the base flat colors then added like a "blue filter" to the colors, around 1:42). I color picked the colors and its crazy, helgas "skincolor" is actually a blueish gray but beside all the other colors it looks like her skincolor.
I've seen it in many cases when they put a character in a different backgrounds so they gotta match the characters colors to not feel out of place, but I have no idea how to do that.
(the timelapse in question)
honestly i just eyeballed it, it doesn't have to be the right color at first because you can always adjust as you go along. note that this grayish blue layer i put on top of the base colors ended up looking warmer once i added the rim lighting, which was a more saturated blue.
as i added more warm elements to the background (aka purple and magenta) that initial blue shading layer had to be adjusted to match. you may notice the shadows on helga ended up being more greenish than blue. that's because it's the complementary color to magenta, meaning they're on opposite ends of the color wheel. between those two sits blue-teal, which i used for the lighting. i think those are three of four colors making up a tetradic palette? the remaining one would be orange, which i didn't use.
that's the walkthrough for that specific piece but let's talk a bit more about how to pick colors for shading, lighting and backgrounds:
i didn't touch on values because that's a bit trickier, it depends on not just the color but also the material you're coloring (a soft wool sweater isn't gonna have the same contrasting values between lights and shadows as, say, a shiny leather jacket.)
i hope this made sense? these aren't hard rules, obviously you can go crazy with colors in art if you so choose. sometimes you have to bend the rules to get the desired effect.
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[ID: A Gravity Falls comic in storyboard style. (Author's notes re-added for ease of reading.)
Stan: /Kids/! /Put on all black clothes you're going to ding-dong ditch Toby's house as long as you can/. Dipper: Wouldn't he stop answering after like the first few rounds? Stan: Kid, we're talking about a man who once got in legal trouble for setting his own house on fire so he'd have a fireman to talk to. He'll answer that door as many times as you two keep ringing it. I'm only suggesting the ditching part so you won't be subjected to talking to him for an extended period of time. Mabel: Aw! We're helping to give him some fun social activity in his life!
Dipper looks at her skeptically. Stan moves to open a suitcase.
Stan: Huh? Right, yeah. We're doing him a favor, sure. And that's why I'm gonna be taking that flamingo in his yard while you two "help" him. It's a fair exchange.
He has an imagine spot of the shades-and-vacation-shirt-clad plastic flamingo calling out, "Help me Stan! I'm stuck in a loser's yard!"
A/N: he didnt get in trouble for the arson part but rather because the fireman sued for emotional distress. you might be wondering “what does he need the kids for? why doesnt he just take it” well toby guards his house like this
The comic further shows Stan on recon. Toby stands behind his blinds with a shotgun. A notice reads "Don't touch the flamingo on the other side of my house! I'iiim warnin ya!"
A/N: but dont worry- the twins are safe
Stan: It's a nerf gun. The recoil from a real gun would probably launch Toby through the side of his house. But the embarrassment of getting shot by him would mean either my heart would give out or I'd have to change my name and skip town.
A/N: gravity falls has already lost at least 3 good men this way /End ID]
he didnt get in trouble for the arson part but rather because the fireman sued for emotional distress
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Hi hello everyone :D🧡
So a while back i made a post about Cybertronians witnessing humans being feral when in fight or flight response or how humans act when we are on adrenaline in general because i really like this idea. But hear me out- :D
Protective, scared and angry human = very scary human
We all have this natural need and drive inside us to protect. Wether it's the person we love, family or friends. I myself am very protective when it comes to anyone i love. I would throw myself in front of a bear if i had to. Or i would fight anything and anyone if i had to protect the people i love.
Now imagine if the human was the size as an average cybertronian: (slight warning for blood at the end)
The Lost Light got under attack by the infamous DJD and everything goes to shit so quickly no one has time to react as the deadly members tear through the ship and with Tarn having one goal in mind and that was to find Megatron. His optics burning with lust for killing him. Eventually he finds him and they both fight together. The human is watching this from the security office locked in with other members of the Lost Light. They all watch in horror and worry as they both fight. But Tarn doesn't play fair. As Megatron gets knocked by him the other bots notice as the human's breath quickens, their frame is shaking a bit and their teeth are tightly gritted together. Their protective drive has woken up.
Enough is enough..
You know what Megatron did..but no one has the right to take away someone else's life..especially someone like Tarn...Megatron was almost like the father the human claimed to never have..
As the human turns swiftly to unlock the door the other bots try to stop them but the human is determined and full of anger and adrenaline as they push past the bots who are taken aback. The bots are not fast enough as the human is already sprinting towards the scene where everything was happening. So many thoughts and emotions ran through them as they sprinted..anger, fear (you know because it's still fucking Tarn)
But no they aren't backing away now.
As they round a corner they barely make it in time because Tarn was already aiming his canon at Megatron.
The human suddenly jumps in front of Tarn and they srunch their nose and bare their teeth at him, their arms spread over Megatron. Tarn stares in disbelief and then he chuckles. You may be the size of a cybertronian but you're still a fragile dumb human.
"If you want him..you're gonna have to go through me first.."
As the human growled no one wanted and couldn't believe what they were seeing and hearing back at the security room on the cameras. Thats it the human has gotten crazy. NO ONE would do a thing like this. It's like you were asking to be killed. It's the DJD.. Even Megatron's expression almost changed to bewildered and wide eyed.
Of course the human got a good beating from Tarn but there was just something in them. This weird wild look in their eyes as blood dripped down their forehead into their eye and down their chin. Scratched and battered with at least 4 broken ribs they still stood with determination. Tarn was enjoying this but it was getting frustrating and on his nerves. Tarn is deadly and strong but the human was agile and quick. As Tarn was about to finish Megatron once again (because he thought the human was finished) they once again threw themeselves in front of him with this crazy look in their eyes and the next words rang out in everybody's ears.
"Over, my, dead body..."
The human was shaking, growling and huffing slowly loosing their strenght but reinforcements were quickly arriving and the DJD was in disadvantage so they had to fall back but of course Tarn would be back and would take the human with him the next time.
And this is how i think bots view this :3
From the cybertronian perspective:
The bots, often more concerned with survival and the war’s toll on their world i think would most likely react with shock. Tarn is a fanatic Decepticon who enforces ideology without mercy, would represent the last person they’d expect a human to stand against. They might interpret the human's bravery as foolhardy or even reckless, given Tarn’s terrifying reputation, but they may also see it as a powerful symbol that courage and conviction can transcend size and power.
From Tarn's Perspective:
I think Tarn, who worships Megatron’s original vision and detests any deviation from it, would be utterly incensed. The idea of a human—whom he views as nothing more than an insect—intervening to protect Megatron would enrage him. He’d view it as an ultimate insult to Megatron's legacy and to the Decepticon cause, likely intensifying his resolve to destroy them both to "cleanse" this offense.
Aaaa i hope you enjoyed reading as much as i did writing :3🧡 here i also drew a picture of the human so you could imagine the whole scenario better :3
#transformers#transformers headcanons#transformers x reader#digital art#small artist#art#procreate app#yandere transformers#transformers mtmte#mtmte rodimus#michaela o writings#mtmte tarn#djd#humans are scary#humans are space orcs#tf mtmte#idw mtmte#transformers lost light
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my list of hunger distractions:
watch a movie. I've been watching a looot of movies recently to avoid going to the kitchen
watch anything actually. I love to watch ed wieiad. but also I like watching Mukbangs or literally anything. (anyone else love the broski report...)
Cleaning. It's easy to forget about hunger when cleaning. Organizing my bedroom can take hours so its very time consuming. Things like doing dishes or scooping the litter box are so gross that they make me lose my appetite.
Going for a walk. Getting AWAY from the food is nice. And walking burns cals so its a win-win.
Taking a shower. If I have to look at my n4ked figure.... I'm not gonna want to eat anymore
Cooking/baking. this seems so counterintuitive. But if I make something for my family, I get the fun of preparing food and I can use it as an excuse to not eat.
Homework. I always have homework to do. If I can get into the rhythm of studying then Ill forget about my hunger.
sleep. can’t eat if you're unconscious.
Scroll on Tumblr/Pinterest. Th1nsp0 and M34lsp0 is all over my feeds which makes me want to not eat
Games. I've been playing Dress to Impress because I'm basic asf, but its so fun and the characters are kinda th1nsp0.... I also really like animal crossing. And it animal crossing I can make my character eat fruit which kinda subsides my hunger in some weird way.
Making playlists. Making new playlists. Changing playlist names or photo covers. I love organizing my Spotify account, its so fun.
Shopping. Online and irl. Going out and shopping can be a fun day activity even if you don't buy anything, I also like to use it as an excuse to lie to my parents "Oh I ate while I was out so Im not hungry". And walking around burns cals. I like seeing clothes I'm gonna wear when I get thinner, its good motivation.
Working out. I really want to start going for more runs again. My family is renevating our basement right now, but when it’s done I can do body weight workouts again & we have a rowing machine which is my fav thing ever. Also I figure skate, which is a great way to burn cals and Ana is so so normalized within the community lol
Plan. I've discovered that you are allowed to plan fake events. It’s so fun to plan random outings.
Read. I love a good book.
bedrotting. I looooove a good bedrot reach. Just lay down (I like to have my stuffed animals 🎀) and doomscroll until you forget
scroll on tumblr,twitter,Pinterest. So much good m3alsp0 and th1nsp0. Literally crushes my appetite.
playing instruments. I play guitar and piano.
#ed but not ed sheeran#tw ana bløg#tw restriction#light as a feather#tw 3d vent#tw skipping meals#anadiet#ed dieta#tw ana rant#tw ed ana
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roles reversed
toxic!paige x toxic!reader
warnings: smut, sub!paige, reader pushed paige into a wall, toxic toxic toxic situationship (LEAVE THEM IT NEVER ENDS WELL)
based on this req
"we be on some toxic shit, but i cannot get off this bitch"
forever (lil baby ft. fridayy, 2022)
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this girl got me fucked up.
"so let me get this straight." i asked, rubbing my temples because paige was giving me a fucking migraine. "you thought that i had a thing for your teammate.... so you FUCKED SOMEONE ELSE?"
"okay when you put it like that-"
"THERES NO OTHER FUCKING WAY TO PUT IT PAIGE!" i was full on screaming at this point. "HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT I'M NOT NOR AM I GOING TO FUCK SOMEONE ELSE?"
"bro stop yelling at me."
she was making demands right now?
oh she has life all the way fucked up.
"get the fuck out paige." i shook my head and began to walk to my room.
i had to just end it.
that situationship shit was for the fucking birds and i had to protect my peace because if i handled it was gonna end up in fucking prison.
"baby no, let's talk about this."
"oh i'm baby now?" i scoffed at this. "was i baby when you were fucking that girl? was i baby when you chose not to ask the simplest fucking question, and instead chose to step out on the rule that you created?" i asked walking closer to her, with my fists clenched because at that point...
i needed that.
"or am i only baby when you need a rough fuck?" her eyes flicked from mine to my lips, which only further irritated me. "am im only baby after you've called me every other name in the book?" her tongue darted out against her bottom lip as i finally reached her, standing directly in front of her, daring her to break the eye contact i'd established. "you only want me when no one else is willing to let you do shit we do." i shoved her, making her stumble.
"yo." she says, still holding eye contact. "chill out."
yeah i'm finna whoop her muhfuckin ass.
"bro on my mama you got me fucked up." i muttered and start pushing her as hard as i could, saying whatever came to my mind.
"you wanna fuck bitches now?" shove "that's what you wanna do?" shove "you wanna fuck them and then come here and fuck me like im just an afterthought?" shove "get the fuck out!" and then finally her back met the wall next to my door and i felt like i'd accomplished something.
....that was until she put me in a bear hug, making it damn near impossible to move. "y/n, stop bro!"
i used all my strength and ripped myself out of her hold. "NO YOU STOP!" i yelled. "do you have any idea how fucking annoying you fucking are bro?" i asked trying to catch my breath. "how the fuck do you sit there and make the 'no fucking other people' rule and then turn around and break it? you fucking slut."
"i'm a slut?" she asked, smirking a little, but at this point i didn't give a damn. i was gonna say what i needed to say and then be done with this whole thing.
"yes. a slut. a whore. whatever you wanna call yourself." i said, crossing my arms. "you never wanted to be exclusive. you just wanted me to be yours and only yours. but you wanna go give away everything that's mine. you're community pussy at this point."
she practically howled at that. "community pussy is crazy." this bitch was laughing in my fucking face-
next thing i knew i was running towards her ready to molly whop her ass.
"okay! okay! chillchillchillchill!" she put her hands up before i got to her, which made me stop. "what can i do to fix this?"
easy.
"ask me to be your girlfriend."
"anything but that."
this is exactly why i was trying to smack her. because she's one of them dumb hoes. she just said 'what can i do?'...
just stupid.
all of a sudden an idea hit me.
"let me fuck you." i crossed my arms and smirked because i knew she would give me the upper hand if i wanted it.
paige wasn't a stone top. she was a switch, she just didn't do it often because i was the og pillow princess. but not today. today i was gonna do what she'd been doing to me for almost 6 months.
ruin her.
"oh?" she grinned. "you wanna top me baby?"
"i really wanna beat your ass but martin luther king said violence isn't the answer and i listen to my ancestors... so yes, this will do."
she chuckled a little which irked the fuck out of me but then she plopped on the couch and manspread. "do your worst."
she had no fucking idea what my worst was.
i climbed in her lap and her hands moved to my ass but i quickly shut that down and pinned them to the couch on either side of her. then i proceeded to take her shirt and sports bra off so that her top half was completely bare.
i took a moment to admire her. leaving paige alone would have honestly been so much easier if she was ugly but unfortunately, she's hand crafted by jesus himself, so here i was... delusional and pissed off again.
i start with her neck, soft kisses at first, then as i felt her breathing pick up i switched to longer, more sensual movements and grind into her lap, smiling at the way her hips buck up. i place a hand on her collarbones and slide them down to her tits, kneading them and relishing in the whimpers escaping paiges lips.
she tried to close her legs as my hands travel further down her body.
"spread your legs." i demanded.
she blinked a few times, her blue eyes finding mine. she looked like she couldn't comprehend what i was saying, but when i slid my hand across the space of her lap between us, she complied, eagerly spreading her legs for me.
a soft sigh from her lips as my hands slipped past the waistband of her briefs and grazed her core.
"yes, fuck," she breathed out, arching into my fingers that ran circles around her clit. so impatient. a moan fell from her lips as i sped up my pace, making her legs spread further as she chased her orgasm.
which she seemed desperate for. that much was obvious by how gloriously wet she was for me.
she gripped the cushions of my couch, moaning even louder when i slid two fingers into her.
"right there" she breathed rolling her eyes closed as i hit her spot. she moaned especially loud when i curled my fingers into her. i felt her legs grow tight under me, which made me want to smile with pride for myself.
"how you feel p?" i felt her tighten around my fingers as i spoke.
"close- im so close and- shit - it feels so good." she breathed out, chest rising and falling with each breath.
i curled my fingers deeper inside of her to hit that spongy spot and soaked in the cry she let out.
then i slid out of her. leaving her hanging.
"now how do you feel?" i asked.
the look on paiges face was murderous and pained at the same time. like she hated this but she was gonna put up with it anyway.
"like you're not done yet."
i smiled. "not even close babe." i patted her thigh, stepping off of her lap. "go to my bed and wait for me."
as i sauntered off into my hallway closet to t get he batteries i needed, i heard the soft patters of paiges sock covered feet hurrying to my bedroom.
i grabbed the batteries and walked into my room to find paige sitting at the foot of my bed, rid of her bottoms, feet tapping the ground in what, im assuming, anticipation.
i moved so i was standing directly in front of her, grabbing her jaw and pulling her into a kiss that even had me ready to let this whole thing go.
luckily though, i had enough willpower to pull away and walk to my night stand.
"lay down for me p." and she did.
watching her like this was almost painful. bare, toned body layed out on my bed, and she was doing everything i'd asked without a second thought.
i lived for this shit.
i was pulled out of my thoughts when paige asked what i was gonna do.
great fucking question.
i took my time, looking in the drawer of my nightstand, which held all of the things paige had often used to bring me to my highest points.
not that she need them.
i decided to keep it simple and nabbed the black bullet shaped toy then made my way back to the gorgeous piece of woman that was losing her mind in my bed.
"legs wider apart." i heard her breathe sharply as she drummed her fingers on her toned stomach.
she was excited which made me feel a little bit better about what i was about to do.
setting the toy down on bed beside paige, i knelt down so i was face to face with her core that was still primed from her denied orgasm earlier.
god she was sooooo... FUCK.
"you're always acting like i'm just a quick fuck to you p." i ran two fingers up her folds, ignoring the whimper she let out, "and i don't know why." i slid a finger into her and leaned down so i fell face first into her pussy.
her eyes rolled back as i rubbed circles on her clit and pumped in and out of her with increasing speed.
her back arched off the bed when i added a second finger and attached my lips to her clit, sucking lightly but i used my free hand to hold her hips her place.
i pulled back long enougt to say "watch."
with hooded eyes she stares down at me like i had hung the moon and stars myself.
as she fucking should.
loud moans echoed around the room as she leaned further into my touch and i knew she was getting close.
but she wasn't getting off that easy.
she whined my name the second i'd stopped touching her.
but i only laughed as turned it on the vibrator, giggling when her previously shut eyes flew open.
"baby-" she was cut off by her own gasp, jerking forward when i tapped the vibrator against her clit.
"don't. cum." standing up so i was looking down at her i asked the million dollar question. "i wanna know why you don't wanna be my girlfriend." i murmured, teasing her her folds. "just give me your point of view."
i knew how she was feeling because i'd been in this very position so many times before. I knew she probably couldn't even think straight, let alone speak, but that wasn't gonna stop me from fucking with her.
she whimpered as i dipped the vibrator inside of her.
"speak, paige." i demanded, sliding the toy back out of her, only to run it over her puffy clit earning me a frustrated groan.
"because you're you and i'm me- shit-" she moaned, arching off the bed again as i held the vibrator softly on her clit. "w-we're just- fuck- so different and i don't wanna..." she trailed off when i applied more pressure.
"don't what?" i forced out, admiring the way her hands were gripping my sheets.
when she didn't answer me i turned the vibration up a notch, soaking in the moans and whimpers she gave me.
"please," she pleaded as her legs began trembling.
"you just have to give an answer paige and i'll let you cum." i replied, turning the vibrator up again.
with a deep moans she finally gave in. "i don't wanna lose you" she basically sobbed.
that's all i needed.
"cum for me paige."
her eyes slammed shut and her head flew back as her whole body shook. guttural moans left her throat as she fell apart in front of me.
it was beautiful, really.
when she'd ridden her orgasm out, i tossed the vibrator on the bed and laid between her legs that wrapped around my waist. kissing her deeply, and pushing her hair out of her face, i fought the smile that was forming.
right now wasn't about proving my point. it was about grounding paige.
her eyes were glazed over as she stared at the ceiling, catching her breath. and then after a few seconds, her hands slithered around my waist, under my shirt.
with a sigh, she her eyes met mine and she began talking. "of course i want you to be mine. i think.... i think i'm just scared i'm gonna fuck it up and you're gonna be done with me for real."
"you're gonna lose me regardless if you don't figure this shit out p." i said, pulling up so i was straddling her naked body. "i can't keep doing this shit. this was never just sex and you going out doing whatever with whoever is fucking me up a little."
"i know mama." she said, pulling me back so i was flush against her chest, hugging me tightly "i'm gonna work on it, i swear."
and even though it sounded nice in the moment, i knew she was full of shit. she'd never change, and i knew it.
but a piece of me never wanted to stop trying.
niyah speaks may this type of love never find you guys
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I'm probably gonna be posting this graphic a lot today, so for any assholes in your inbox, feel free to show them this:
https://projects.fivethirtyeight.com/polls/favorability/kamala-harris/
As of November 4th, one day before the election, Kamala Harris' unfavorable/favorable opinion is 48% unfavorable to just 46% in favor.
Also on November 4th, Kamala Harris' Disapproval/Approval rating is 49.2% Disapproval to just 44.3% Approval.
if you're wondering, Biden's Approval rating has been in the 30s and 40s since August 2021, and he dropped out of the race when his Disapproval rating was hovering around 55%.
Kamala Harris was running for President at an almost 50% Disapproval rating, despite what the Demcrat-paid-for hype, backed by multi-million dollar corporations would have you believe that "she was the most popular, progressive candidate ever"
let's take a look at that Kamala Harris Disaproval Rating graph again, shall we?
When Joe Biden dropped out of the race and Democrats decided to run with Kamala Harris instead of running Primaries so people could choose their candidate, the candidate they chose had a 51.4% Disapproval rating, just 3 points away from the level of unpopularity and un-electability as Biden that forced him to cave to pressure and drop out.
This entire election has truely just been one long "Are they trying to lose on purpose?" question again and again and again.
If Democrats wanted to win, they could have done so many things different, least of all was stop committing genocide as soon as it started, but, you know. Gotta give Israel our 'ironclad' support, don't we?
"Let's continue to run a deeply unpopular candidate from the current, deeply unpopular administration, while alienating large swathes of voters left right and center-- what could go wrong here?"
Democrats said, and now they get to reap what they sow.
Do people realize that choosing to deal with the outcome of this election by going into the inbox of minorities on Tumblr (particularly Arab people) and blaming them is probably not the look they want to go for if they want to dispute that they have internalized racism or view people of color as their punching bag for something that had nothing to do with them
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jade card is giving "romantic lovemaking after a night of fine dinner and wine" vs floyd car giving "well it ain't gonna suck itself, shrimpy"
👁 👁 omg you're so right... I can't explain it, but Jade is so girly pop in his card. It's the silk pajamas, how fragile he looks (he is not fragile at all), the way he just seems so,,,, demure maiden!?!?!?! A sleepover with him and the two of you are gossiping about your classmates and getting drunk/high....... yap session that is basically done mouth-to-mouth because it is completely platonic to tongue your bestie at your sleepover. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ AAAAAAA and the way you'd feel his erection right away because those silk pajamas are THIN. He absolutely shops at Victoria's Secret for his nightclothes.
Romantic lovemaking...... sitting in his lap with his cock inside you and you're kissing like you'll never have another chance omg,,, OTL his hands on your waist, your hands sliding under that silky top,,, or unbuttoning it enough to pull it down and expose more of his shoulders and neck!!!!!! I NEED HIM.
And Floyb...... he just grabs whatever he has in his closet or on the floor. T_T I feel like he wouldn't even recognize if the sweatpants he grabbed were a designer brand he bought on impulse or something he picked up from the thrift LOL. Lots of boyfriend vibes in his card... boyfriend who wants you to come cuddle, and if you don't he's going to playfully smack you with that pillow. He clings to his pillows in place of you when you can't come over to spend the night at Octavinelle. :< isn't he the sweetest eel!!!!
Imagine teasing him through his sweatpants and he wants so badly to take his dick out, but you won't let him and he's going to listen because he's a good, obedient eel (this time).... teasing him so much he creams his pants,,, and when you pull them down and tug at his boxers you can see the cum stringing from the fabric... so much and all just from a little teasing and dominance from Shrimpy. He's obsessed with you. <3 now please let him fuck between your thighs because he was really good and good behavior deserves to be rewarded, right? :3
#twisted chit chat#n/sfw#thank you relaxing in my room birthday set 🙏#also someone said jade looks like he's the dying in a glue trap meme in his card and i can't unsee it now T_T
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Dazai with a reader who got a HUGE oral kink, like they just cant stop giving him oral
₊ ⊹MDNI₊ ⊹
ft. whiney, whimpering, overstimulated dazai :(((
Dazai had little to no self control when it came to most things in life, but especially when it involved the feeling of your soft lips wrapped around his overly sensitive tip. The content little hums you'd let out in between breaths while you flattened your tongue and ran it faithfully up his length for the third time in only a few hours.
"Oh - fuck, fuck... fuck." He groaned, teetering on the verge of overstimulation. He wasn't sure what he'd done to get so lucky. Wasn't sure what he'd ever done so right to deserve a girl that loved to devour him the way that you did, but god damn, was he thankful to whatever divine intervention had led him to you.
Every time he thought there was no possible way he had another drop of cum left to spare, you somehow always managed to coax it out of him anyway.
���Angel,” he nearly whimpered, little tremors hitting his slender body in waves, making his legs shake against the firm grasp of your palm. “I’m - mmm, so… sens...itive - hah-”
His breathy obscenities went straight to your center, making you all the more determined to take him in deeper. A mixture of guttural moans and lewd slurping filled the room as you continued to grind against his leg. Your clit desperately searching for friction while your hand and mouth worked in perfect synchronicity against him.
“You want me to stop?" You asked, batting your eyes up at him through heavy lashes. You already knew the answer from how feverishly he kept thrusting into you though, his tip hitting the back of your throat in a way that slurred and strained your words. "All you have to do... is - tell me to stop... and I will...."
His mind was on fire - stuck somewhere between wanting you to go slower and faster. Easier and harder. "S'too much, angel" and "Don't you dare fucking stop."
He was delirious, spilling out the prettiest, whiniest noises as his long fingers tangled into your hair while he watched you. His mouth dropping open in awe. "I can take it." He gritted out, not ready to pull himself away from the salacious warmth your tongue was gracing him with. "I can take it. Keep going."
It was cute, how hard he tried to seem in control while being at the mercy of your touch.
"I just want one more," your voice was velvet across his tender skin, pleasure mixing with pain as you let out the softest demands. "You're doing so good," you praised, noting the way his eyes had began to roll back. "Good boy, just like that."
Having two switches in a relationship could be a real problem sometimes - neither one of you easily willing to submit to the other. It was a competition almost in the way that you'd both fight for dominance, but today - oh today, you had him right where you wanted him. Even if he wanted to deny it, he couldn't. Not with the way he was writhing under you and whimpering out your name in the neediest voice you'd ever heard from him. Cock twitching when the words, "good boy" left your mouth.
"Give me one more, baby. Just one more." You let the spit that you'd gathered up pool down over his shaft as your hollowed out your cheeks to take him in further, trying not to smile at the way his hips bucked up towards you. His grip tightening in your hair as more incoherent little nothings echoed out into the space between you. "Yeah, there you go. Look at you, you're so close."
"I'm -" he struggled, his pretty brown eyes nearly watering from how overwhelmed his senses were. "Fuck” he hissed. “I’m gonna -”
Your stare locked with his, a wicked smile splitting across your face as his release coated the back of your throat. Cum leaking graciously down your chin as you swallowed every last drop you could before placing a light kiss on his tip, admiring how swollen and perfectly pink it was.
He wasn’t sure if it was an angel or the devil himself that had brought you into his life with the beautifully depraved way you were looking back at him, but either way - he was fucking thankful.
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hii omg out of curiosity... could u do a scara with a bratty virgin reader who teases him too much thinking she can get away with it. if that suits ur tastes that is 😊😊
Of course! I may not fit the entire idea of a brat myself, but I've been told I can act a little cunty now and then so I think I can do this one fairly well.
Scaramouche was just another annoying superior you had to obey. All the harbingers were pretty much the same in the aspect that they viewed YOU as lesser than. Which technically you were by law of Snezhnaya but that wasn't YOUR fault. You were only stuck working as a subordinate for the height deficient harbinger called The Balladeer because your stupid slut mother had gambled away a HUGE loan while she was pregnant with you and instead of taking responsibility, she fled the country and hadn't been seen since you were like 6.
But the fatui weren't just going to forgive a debt that large simply because of a disappearance. No.
A group of fatuus soldiers had knocked on your grandparents door one day, led by Scaramouche. They were given three options.
1: Pay off their daughter's debts.
2: Die.
Or three...
"Give the oldest girl over and have her work it off in her mother's name." Was what the pretty faced yet slick tongued bastard had said.
Your grandparents had recently been put in charge of your half brother too as authorities had taken him from your mother's home due to excessive drug use on her part. He was just a little kid, barely 4. YOU on the other hand were now a young lady. A young adult.
He needed your grandparents.
You had had a wonderful childhood already.
And so you bowed your head and agreed to go back with The Balladeer and his cronies to the fatui headquarters and officially join the ranks.
It wasn't that bad actually. Scaramouche didn't actually seem to care or not if you didn't do your job. But you were clearly the only exception as you often watched him treat others with a cruelty that bordered on ruthlessness.
Not that it was your problem.
You often sauntered into his office late at night to chat with him. Not that he ever stopped you.
"Hey Scara what's up? Ugh you really should get better lighting here. It looks so ominous!" You bitched as you hopped up onto the edge of his rather grand looking desk and looked down at him while he worked.
"Hey let's hang out for a bit! That stuff is just boring work things anyway! I never do mine!"
He grunts.
"I know."
You pouted as you tried to scoot a little closer to him.
"ugh you're so lame today! And here I thought a harbinger as mighty as yourself could multi-task easily! It appears I was mistaken!"
Scaramouche rolled his eyes at your behavior.
"leave. I'm busy right now."
You were feeling agitated now.
"no! I've been waiting all day to hang out and now you're ignoring me!?" You turn completely around so your legs fell over on his side of the desk now. Crossing my arms as I stubbornly stand my ground.
"I'm not moving until you at least look at me you stupid meanie!" You whined.
The pen in Scaramouche's hands suddenly snapped in half. Ink splashing across the tabletop caught your attention.
"I said leave."
"make me!* You stick out your tongue and pout even more at his tone.
"it's not like you're actually gonna punish me for being here like anyone else! Stop being such a big meanie!"
Suddenly his hand was around your throat.
"Is that what you tell yourself bitch? How amusing." He squeezed your neck. Just enough to make you dizzy as you felt Scaramouche rip open the front of your buttoned white blouse.
His eyes quickly looked you over with a predatory hunger.
"you're alright I guess. For a human anyway. You'll do."
You squeak in terror as he tears off your bra next. Gently running his fingertips across your nipples and causing them to harden. as your breath hitches in your throat, you feel an unfamiliar warmth in your panties at the sensation.
He then shoved you back onto the table top.
"h-hey what are you doing? Stop this at once!" You squeak anxiously. Being almost frozen in fear as you feel Scaramouche roughly lift up your shirt and expose your panties to his smug looking gaze.
"what? Not so tough now that you finally realize how insignificant you are?"
He traces the outline of your wet slit through the dampened fabric.
"how pathetic. Acting all bold and yet you're already shaking and getting excited before I've even touched you."
Scaramouche easily tears away the delicate fabric as he spreads your knees wide for him. He kneels down and closely takes in the sight of your exposed sex. Gently pulling your folds open to give him a better look at you.
You feel his cool breath against your inner labia as you begin to tremble.
Finally something clicks for him.
"oh? I see you've never been had yet. It's almost funny Y/N, at your age? Seriously? What?"
He pinched your clit softly
"too shy?" His raspy tone bordered on a seductive growl as you feel him rub little circles on your pleasure nub.
"ugh it's not like I haven't had chances before! I just didn't care for anyone enough to want to do that stuff!"
Your words were met with a jeering cackle as Scaramouche simply sighed and slowly began to ease two fingers into your unbroken entrance.
A strong ache filled your body as you moaned softly and saw blood drip onto his palm as you struggled to raise your head and see what he was doing at first.
Immediately he shoved your head back down and kept a firm grasp on your throat.
"stay still sweetheart. If you don't relax, it's going to be excruciating."
You felt him begin to slowly start thrusting his fingers in and out of your tight pussy. Successfully popping your cherry as you blushed deeply and tried to muffle your cries using your hands.
He leans down and gives your clit a gentle lick next. Teasing you now as you whimper at the new feeling. More warmth filling your lower abdomen as you feel your legs tremble while Scaramouche continued to lap at your untouched bud. Deliberately trying to draw out the strange rising feeling in your tummy. You cry a little as you finally dare speak.
"Please... stop this... I'll pee!" You wail pitifully as his eyes took on a seductive look.
"That's not what's about to happen sweetie ~ don't worry, you're about to feel really good, I promise ~"
He released your upper body and began to focus more on stimulating your tight cunt as he fingered your sensitive walls and continued to gently suck on your clit. Giving it a little bite now and then that made your legs tremble.
Finally you feel your lower abdomen tighten. Your insides pulse as you feel yourself squirt. Scaramouche swallows every drop almost eagerly as he continues to tongue fuck you through your orgasm.
Only when you lay breathless and exhausted upon the table before him, does he finally free his rather large cock from the confines of his shorts, pressing the tip teasingly at your entrance.
"You were all bark just an hour ago bitch. Now you're just a whimpering mess. What happened?"
You felt Scaramouche slide his dick into your pussy then. The thickness stretching you beyond capacity as you wince and feel yourself whine a little.
"Do you realize your place now cunt? Maybe this will teach you to talk with a little more respect towards your superiors."
He began to slowly thrust into you then. Your oversensitive cunt spasming with every thrust as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.
Scaramouche leaned down to steal a kiss too. Shoving his tongue into your mouth as you held onto him. Swallowing up your cute and girlish moans of pleasure and pain as you dug your nails into his back and felt him quicken his pace.
He fucked against your cervix as he continued to press your knees upwards more as he got closer to finishing. Bringing your knees practically beside your head as he got a little rougher then. Forcing you into a sick mating press position as he claimed your virgin womb for himself.
Scaramouche groaned and bit your bottom lip a little as you felt him pour his hot seed into you after what felt like the longest hour of your life. His sadistic smirk widened as he pulled out of your bloody cum filled cunt.
"This will be your new job from now on. Don't bother refusing. You still owe me a debt. " He stuck his fingers in your dripping depths again.
"however, keep being as obedient as you were tonight and this sweet cunt might just pay it off sooner than you think."
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To my brothers on T I know this is gonna be harder for you so please listen up:
First, if your doctor is open to it, ask for the 2000mg/10ml vial, you'll need to be careful to keep it clean and free of contamination from the stopper, but the expiration dates will typically be a year plus. Please specify the 10ml vial and not a three month supply, the difference is minimal but important.
Next, have it sent to a busy, understaffed CVS (most of them are busy and understaffed). If your insurance doesn't cover CVS use GoodRx, at time of writing it should be about $50. Our system by default makes us mark the 10ml vial as a 28 day supply regardless of the dosage because we cannot guarantee a beyond use date beyond that (as I said, non-zero chance of contamination, use a 90 degree angle and a alcohol pad every time and you'll be fine). Only the most stickler of pharmacists or technicians are going to bother changing it - if they even know the system workaround to bypass it.
Then, come to refill it the next month. If they marked the first fill as 28 day supply (you can see on your label in the lower right near the price) it will process without any red flags in the system and will again will likely slip by all but the most stickler of pharmacists and techs. If they marked it as something longer just explain that your doctor told you to discard the vial after 28 days per USP guidelines and so you were a good boy and already threw it out, this should work against all but the biggest douchebag of a pharmacist. If that fails and your doctor is cooperative, have them call the pharmacy and authorize an early fill - if that doesn't work try another pharmacy.
If all goes well you'll probably be able to fill two to three vials in a row before anyone starts to question things.
I cannot speak for other pharmacies, but in general retail pharmacy is kind of a shit show right now so a busy store in another chain is also probably going to just go by USP even if their instincts or morals tell them to be jerks about it.
If anyone has any questions or if you need advice on a situation I didn't cover please DM me anytime, or hell send me an anon ask if you're shy. If anyone's insurance requires a non-CVS pharmacy and you can't afford the $50 let me know and I can find a tech at another pharmacy to see if they have any advice that would be relevant to their chain.
To my transfemme sisters, you've got it a little easier. Have your doc send your meds with a 12 month supply to a pharmacy you don't typically use, use GoodRx if you have to, none of the usual drugs in a transfemmes HRT regiment should be extremely expensive. Tell them you're going out of the country in a week or two and would like to purchase the entire year's supply at once. A year's supply of 2mg estradiol tabs taken four times daily (the max dose I've ever seen) is $75 on GoodRx at CVS right now. They'll probably need to order more tabs in but again only the biggest stickers are gonna question it. (You can also send to your usual pharmacy if you don't take any other meds, but I recommend not returning for at least a year just to be on the safe side. It's not illegal, but again you could run into some stickler pharmacist who calls your bluff and refuses further fills or tattles to your doctor or something.)
Again, please please please don't hesitate to send me DMs or asks if you have any questions or need specific advice.
Stockpile HRT now.
#trans#trans rights#transmasc#transfemme#HRT#please share this - i want my notifications obliterated#sorry if its a bit ramble-y - i wrote this at 4am#i should add - anyone taking birth control can use the same method I mentioned regarding feminizing HRT#you can just fucking ask for the whole year at once#hell dont even explain why if you dont wanna lie - theyre probably too tired and overworked to question
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pairing: loser!simon riley x male reader
request: I am on my hands and knees give me loser!simon Riley having the BIGGEST crush and being SO weird about it my soul needs it nobody writes him like you do
warnings: just a lil pervert simon
directors note: and awww i bet others writers write loser!simon pretty good too and also this could be read as gn reader
he wasn't immune to having crushes or anything it's just he's never really had one that's all, but when he saw you one day on base he was smitten by your looks and it was pretty hard to hide it from the general public.
wherever you went simon followed close behind without making it to obvious, if you went to lunch so did he, if you had to go to the bathroom so did he, and god forbid he'd see you hanging out with some of the new rookies, with even a mask being over his face the rookies could feel his menacing stare and immediately moved from you.
sometimes even he will just stand there and stare at you, like no joke just stare at you while he's leaned against a wall, watching you move around the room of other men, picking up fallen papers and putting them in their rightful spots, and if you magically look up over at him, catching him watching you with intense gaze he'll be out the the room before you can blink.
he occasionally shows up at your room sometimes with little gifts in hand, maybe he had an extra apple that he wanted to give to you or even he made a bracelet out of some wire, barely even speaking a word before scurrying back to his room and slamming the door behind him, heart pounding in his chest as your hand had grazed his.
now i wanted to keep this out of the mix but there were some questionable times he had, like once sneaking into your room while you were out on a mission and crawling onto your bed, sniffing at your pillows and blankets while palming himself, heavy moans being absorbed by your amazing scented comforter.
acting as if he hadn't just been the biggest pervert once you get back, and it's not like anyone is gonna know i mean he made your bed back exactly how he found it, but also not without getting a little souvenir before leaving, you may not know it but he has a pair of your underwear tucked away between his mattress for a special (every) night, just smelling any part of you is enough to make him crazy.
on the topic of scent, he's ashamed to know that he's so obsessed with the way you smell, he knows all the body washes you use and usually knows when you're in the room just by the faint smell, he's just gotten so down bad but can you really blame him when you always look so good, it's almost like you want him to want you.
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Written by a woman - L. Hughes
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song: Written by a woman - Mae Muller
pairing: Luke Hughes x girlfriend!reader
summary: Moments in Luke and his girlfriend relationship that made them realised, they are made for each other
warning: NSFW, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), swear words
words: 1.3k
note: i had so much fun writing this! hope you're enjoy it as much as i do haha
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She and Luke met in Michigan. Both were students searching for fun and nothing more. She had been in terrible relationships and lost all her hope to find a right man, especially during her college years. Luke was scared to open his heart because every girl was using him to get into his brothers. They were two teenagers with trust issues, terrified of another disappointment in love.
One party changed everything. She opened herself for Luke and Luke felt that she’s not gonna go for his brothers. Casual conversation turned to dates and later to relationship. They were soulmates despite coming from different environments and not sharing much of common interests. Their love can be summed up as right person, right time.
So cool but so kind
With that look in your eye
When she laid eyes on Luke, she saw the spark in his eyes. He was stoic yet cheerful. She couldn’t keep her sign out of him. He wasn’t blind. He felt her piercing eyes on him and decided to approach her. Luke was talkative and flirty. He was telling her stories to impress her, but he didn’t know that she’s already gone in him.
Luke was respectful, he hasn’t pushed his luck with her. He was way different from other guys who made her feel uncomfortable the minute, they started to talk with her. She found Luke as a very intrigue person. She wanted to know more about him. She asked him the most random questions.
After couple minutes of their conversation, she started to tell him about herself. Earlier it was all about Luke but now, she was the center of attention. She was telling him about her origins, her major and her hobbies. She thought that she might bored him. He was a popular hockey player, and she was just an ordinary girl but when she saw the sparkles in his eyes, she fell in love.
She felt so safe telling him all the stories. Luke was grateful that someone was looking at him as a person and not athlete. They spent all night on talking. He asked for her number and the next day, he asked her out. They say eyes are mirror of the soul and their eyes were showing it. Both were obsessed in each other, and they could communicate with each other just by looking into eyes.
And you ain’t scared to cry, what a rare breed
She was growing up in household where men weren’t crying. They couldn’t show their weak side. That’s why she always thought that women can cry. All her exes also never sheer a tear in front of her. She believed that they can’t show proper emotions.
For her, crying was like a release. When she was felt weak, mad, panicked or tired, she was bawling her eyes. It was helping her to settle her emotions down. She always wondered what men are doing to calm down.
When Luke picked up a shoulder injury and told her about it, he cried in front of her. For the first time, she saw a man crying. She was confused, she didn’t have a clue what to do. She froze in spot when this happened. She wanted to cheer him up, but she didn’t know what to do.
She asked him what to do and Luke told her that he just needed to release his emotions. He felt comfortable to do it next to her. She explained him why she hasn’t reacted and apologized but he laughed. He promised her that it’s normal and he’s doing this a lot of times. In that moment, she knew, he’s the one.
Your shoulders, your hands, oh you must be a man
Written by a woman
Luke was lanky. Despite being an athlete, he wasn’t muscular. This changed when he joined New Jersey Devils. He started going more and more on the gym. His shoulders and arms became wider and gained more muscles. She loved him previously but now; she loved him even more. She loved dragging her nails down his biceps.
The thing she adored the most in Luke were his hands. They were so big compared to her. His fingers were insanely long. He knew about her kink on his hands and he used it to his advantage. He always had his hand on her. When they were on a walk, he held his big hand on her lower back or were holding hands. In a car, he always placed his hand on her thigh.
Their sex life was superior. She adored when he was fucking her, and she could mark his strong shoulders, later admiring the marks on his back. He loved to make her cum just by his fingers. With her, he learned that he has a thing for choking. When he was seeing his long fingers on her throat, he was going insane.
You can be rough
But it’s never too much
She trusted Luke, especially in the bedroom. He was caring and loving while they had sex. Although, they had unwritten rule that if he’s angry, he can use her. He was always giving her heads up so she wouldn’t be surprised. The minute he stepped back into their apartment, he was all over her.
She loved this side of him. She knew Luke would never hurt her, so she was letting him to have his way with her. Most of the times, he was deepthroating her and fucking in doggy style. When she felt freaky, she was acting like a brat just to see how it’s gonna end up for her. Luke wasn’t into punishment but when she was getting on his nerves, he would spank her.
After he was done with her, his priority was aftercare. He knew how important it is to show her love and respect, after he fucked her like a whore. He was always helping her in the shower and feed her so she could get back in strength. Later, he was cuddling her in their bed and whispering sweet words thanking her for this.
All day, all night
You’re on my mind
Since she and Luke started dating, they’ve been all the thinking about each other. Back in Michigan, when the lectures were boring, they’ve been daydreaming about what another one is currently doing. He was bad texter but on her message, he was responding immediately saying that he was about to call her.
When they were forced to live for a year in different states, they had been all the time thinking about each other. She was wondering how’s Luke doing in new environment, how his life looks like and how does he feels living with his brother. He was reasoning about her classes and exams, how she’s feeling being there by herself and if she’s still wearing his clothes all day.
After her graduation, she finally moved to New Jersey, and they rented an apartment. Living together hasn’t stopped them about thinking about each other. If she was working, Luke was thinking what’s going through her head. When he was watching hockey games, she was wondering which part of the match he’s currently analyzing.
All their thoughts were spiraling about each other. She could never get bored of thinking about Luke and Luke could never get bored of thinking about her.
You got me down bad, oh you must be a man
Written by a woman
She knew she fell hard for her when all her future was going around his career. When Luke went to New Jersey, she wanted to go with him. How much he loved this idea, he knew that her education is more important. He was the one to force her to graduate university because she was ready to pack her whole life and go after him.
When she finally ended up college, she moved to New Jersey. She had better work options in Michigan, but she wanted to be closer to him. Luke felt bad that she’s sacrificing her career for him but at the same time, he was grateful to have her by his side. They were made for each other.
Luke knew she’s the one and despite their young age, he decided to propose to her. He saw a future with her and that’s all what matter for them.
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