#im gonna make a Fall colors blanket

[your-fave-is-bi]

ORDERED A BUNCH OF YARN BC I GOT TWO YARN SHOP GIFTCARDS FOR BIRF

YAAAAAAAAARN

[girlokwhatever]

Emily engstler x passenger princess!reader go on a road trip

can be one shot/headcannon

emily engstler x passenger princess!gf hcs

˚ · .·˚ ༘*ೃ༄ʬ꩜ emily engstler and passenger princess gf on a roadtrip,,

— it’s……. so chaotic

— she’s trying to body slam all of your bags into the trunk while you sit and watch

- you always ask if she wants help but she says no.

— once the two of you finally get on the road she’s a little more relaxed

— her hand is immediately on some part of your body

- hand, shoulder, back of your neck, thighs, anywhere she can reach tbh

— you guys listen to sapphic music together!!

- she’s always giving you the aux 🤗

— if the roadtrip is late at night she gets really sappy for some reason

- always giving some love-drunk confession

- “i can’t wait to marry you.”

- “i always felt like green was your color baby.”

- “i love it when you hum.”

— “can i have a kiss?”

- “but you’re driving?”

- “doesn’t matter.”

— she ALWAYS insists on driving

— she also always tries to pack you snacks for the road and a blanket so you can be cozy

— “oh my god that fast food is making my car stink so bad.”

- “no im pretty sure that’s your attitude stinking it up in here.”

— you need to use the bathroom every hour…..

— windows down on summer days >>>>

— “you look so pretty right now.”

— if you brought a book to read she’ll ask if you can read it out loud

— “i’m so hungry i’m gonna eat you emily.”

- “i wouldn’t mind.”

— “baby don’t put your feet on the dash, that’s dangerous.”

— even though she packs you snacks you always end up getting something at the gas station or some fast food restaurant

— you always get out of the car with her at the gas station because you just want to hold and kiss her

- it’s been awhile and you miss her

— “can i get a chip please?”

- you feed it to her 🤗

— you guys play stupid games together to help the time pass

- “ok.. lemme think. oh! ok ok i got one. she’s a ten buuuuttttt she never brushes her teeth.”

- “ew what?! gross. zero. she’s a zero.”

— you’re always taking scenic photos

— sometimes you like to video the roadtrip just for cute memories

— “babe there’s something in the road..”

- “OH SHIT”

- “OH MY GOD OH MY FUCK! DONT SWERVE LIKE THAT EM.”

— “i forgot my water so im gonna drink some of yours.”

— she tries to keep you awake as long as possible but you falling asleep is just inevitable

- will talk your ear off anyway

— emily likes to take pictures of you when you fall asleep

- when she shows you said pictures you get mad because,

- “why are you on your phone if you’re driving.”

— “you look really cozy over there…”

- “i am. thanks for noticing.”

- gives you the most diabolical side-eye

— lets not talk about that time you teased her though……. iykyk

— she likes holding your hand and kissing your knuckles

- says it helps her focus

— you like holding her hand and playing with her fingers or tracing her tattoos

— “are we almost there?!”

— you always wear fluffy socks 🤗🤗🤗

— you guys always scream song lyrics together LMAO

— “that sign says tennessee but babe.. you’re the only ten i see.”

- “please never speak again.”

— you always lean the seat all the way back

- it pisses emily off LOL

— “babe i think you need to put your shoes back on.. somethings stinks..”

-……….

- “OW! babe i was just joking.”

˚ · .·˚ ༘*ೃ༄ʬ꩜

enjoy!!!

i had to make this twice cause i accidentally swiped out right as i finished it…….. 👹

[ningvory]

hi baby❤️❤️ ik we both feral AS FUCK for unnie line sserafim so can you write reader being free use for the three of them? imagine all of them horny asffff at the same time barging into your room, leaving no room to protest as they rip off your clothes OMG I WANT THEM. leaving them pussy drunk after cumming so violently in their mouths omg…. im actually gonna #######

ALSO THIS PIC OF YUNJIN OMG IW ANTNTBSONRBEHR SOSOB

thanks for listening to my ted talk babes😘

AHHH VICYYY THIS IS SO—😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

parings: lesserafimunnieline x 6thmember!f!reader

warnings: free use, pussywhipped unnie line, cum eating, manhandling lowk, overstimulation, squirting, foursome, dumbification, praising, mentions of reader blacking out, not proofread😵‍💫

wc: 614 words

YAAYY I FIGURED OUT GRADIENT COLORS😝😝

today had been a long day, due to your long awaited comeback, EASY, you and your members had been performing nonstop. but you didn’t mind, in fact you love your job! you always give it your all when performing so fans think that you’re basically made for the stage.

you really stood out this comeback, especially in the bside, SMART. the way your hips swayed had everyone hooked in a trance, and it seemed like it had the unnie line of your group in a trance too.

you and the girls had finally got back to the dorms, exhausted was something that you all were feeling. you started to walk to your room after telling them all to rest well, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling of eyes staring you down, turning around, your suspicion was indeed correct, turning around to see your three unnie’s staring you down with hungry eyes had you immediately turning away and quickly walk to your room.

after a nice shower you were now lying on your bed, wearing your pink sleep gown and engulfed in your pink blanket on the verge of falling asleep. hearing your door opening was something regularly done in the dorm room, so you weren’t startled. but what startled you was feeling the blanket being snatched off of you, making you groan and look up to see who the perpetrator was. what you didn’t expect was your three unnies, staring you down.

“wha- what are you doing? wai-” your sentence was cut off by yunjin, pinning you down is kissing you, words drowning in her mouth.

“is that how you talk to your unnie’s, baby?” chaewon muttered out before blowing on your wet cunt making your legs jolt.

“no underwear, baby? so dirty.” kkura teased, rubbing your bundle of nerves.

yunjin finally broke your kiss, having you gasping for air. you feel her go behind you to raise your body up, silently teasing your nipples making you whine.

if almost immediately, they dived into your soaked cunt, chaewon was sucking on your clit while kkura was sucking and tongue fucking your hole. you were moaning and squealing so loudly, back arching and desperately trying to close your legs around their heads, the sound of slurping and the sensation of two wet muscles on your poor cunny was all too much and had you cumming all over their faces! :((

but they just didn’t stop, drinking up all you gave them, and going right back to it. tears were falling down your face while yunjin was doing nothing but praising you and littering your face with kisses.

after your 4th orgasm, you were shaking uncontrollably, desperately trying to push their heads away. they were sucking on your puffy cunt until they let go with a loud pop, bottom half of their faces were drenched in your juices. yunjin let go of your body and onto the floor infront of your bed with her fellow members.

“you can give us one more, right?” yunjin asked, seating herself beside kkura.

“noo~ s’too much.” you whined, your words were slurred and damn near incoherent.

“have we fucked you stupid already? our dumb baby, so pretty for us.” chaewon said, eyes glazed completely over.

your legs were raised up by yunjin and chaewon, hands spreading your legs even further before diving right back into your abused cunny. you tasted so yummy on their tongues they couldn’t help but overstimulate you even more. having three mouths on your cunt had you babbling incoherent things and violently cumming all in their mouths! they were so pussy drunk they couldn’t help but eat you out until you blacked out on them. <33

[oflgtfol]

bracelets as christmas gifts for michaels coworkers #2-4

bracelets as a christmas gift for michaels coworker #1

[chrispotatos]

Fall night - matt sturniolo

warning: smut, p in v sex, fluff if you squint

summary: you invite your bf matt over to watch a movie and get distracted.

a/n: first time writing smut, tips would be very much appreciated 😭

I was sprawled out on my couch scrolling on my phone, waiting for matt to come over so we can watch a movie together.

a halloween movie at that. I personally thought it was the perfect time, it was drizzling, the sun set, and now night, the only source of light was the street light and the moon. the trees were already turning to their brown and orange color like they always do for the autumn time.

I see a message from matt reading 'im 5 minutes away' the response i gave wasn't one that showed i was excited to see him but gosh i was excited to see that man.

'focus on the road!' I sent, cutting my phone off.

i left the couch and went to my kitchen to make some popcorn.

the microwave was going and i zoned out, hearing a knock at the door ended that. i already knew it was matt so i quickly ran over and opened the door smiling filled with so much excitement, so much so that my cheeks started to hurt.

i threw my arms around his neck, his arm wrapping around me reciprocating the embrace, we stayed like that for atleast a minute. i broke away from the hug looking him up and down, happy to see he actually wore the halloween pajamas he swore he wasn't gonna wear.

"I'm so happy you're here!" i said, my words kinda coming out as a high pitched squel. "Im happy to see you, it's been a while since i was here." he walked over to the sofa sitting down, kicking one foot up on the coffee table infront of him.

"yeah cause i always go to your place" i replied.

while he settled down on the couch i got the popcorn bag and poured it into a bowl and got a blanket out of the little basket in my living room.

"so what movie we watchin?" he grinned turning his head to look at me. "a movie.."

he groaned his smile dropping at my response "y/n, it better not be that nightmare shit" he grabbed the remote, hitting the back button to see the movie title.

"It's 'a nightmare on elm street'!" i corrected him and the disrespect he put on my favorite movie.

"yeah, yeah whatever i don't care. why can't we just watch a classic halloween movie" he complained "and that is?" i raise a brow at him.

"hocus pocus."

"fine, we can watch it but you have to actually pay attention"

I say referring to the many times he picked a movie for us to watch, and he never payed attention either sleeping or on his phone.

--

we were a few minutes into the movie and i couldn't focus on it at all. my eyes constantly wondering off to matt.

admiring how engrossed he was in the tv, his hair messy but also perfectly laying across his forehead.

something about his being made me crave him. i don't know if it was what he was wearing or his natrual pheromones but he just looked so good.

he caught me staring a couple of times but didn't say anything all he did was smirk and shake his head.

"whats up with you?" he questioned, once he caught me staring again. "uh- nothing" i tensed up, avoiding his eyes. no matter how long I've been with him, he still makes me really nervous.

"thats hard to believe, i caught you staring at me for the 10th time"

"nuh- uh ten times is an exaggeration" i replied getting defensive. he just shook his head again chuckling softly looking back at the movie.

"matt.." 'hm?' he hummed, not turning away from the tv.

i turned his head with my hand to kiss him as a response. this is what i needed and some more, the exhilarating rush i get from his touch has my heart racing.

the kiss was aggressive and messy, making me eager for more. our lips fighting for dominance, he laid me back so he was on top.

his hands explored my body kissing down my neck leaving wet kisses sucking and biting on my neck not hard enough to leave any marks.

our bodies grinded against eachother and I could feel him getting hard through the fabric of his pants.

"Im guessing this is what you wanted?" he breathed, "was it that obvious?" i whispered our faces not far from eachother "really" he gave my lips a little peck.

"You want this angel?" he sat up, looking down on me his eyes burning into me. I nodded in response to his question biting my lip, while also growing impatient from not having his touch.

"words. baby. I need you to use-"

"i need you- soso bad" i interrupted. "need me to do what?" he teased tucking my hair behind my ear waiting for my reply.

"stop teasing." I whined

"im not, i just want to know what my girl wants"

"fuck me please fuck me" i begged, grabbing the hand that was on my hair. "please" i whispered. "thats all you had to say" he replied with that dumb smirk on his face.

--

before i knew it he was tugging my shorts down along with my panties.

his right hand going down to my soaked folds, his middle and ring finger rubbing teasingly around my hole. this sent a shiver through my body, and my hips jolted up for more contact and his left hand was quick to push my hips back down. "shit, y/n you're so wet" he groaned.

I grabbed his hand trying to get his fingers to go inside me but he swats my hand away.

"quit it."

his fingers pressed inside of me "so wet" he repeated, a satisfied moan leaves my mouth at the sudden movements and his thumb rubbing my clit.

matts left hand leaves my hip and brings it to my mouth "open"

i opened my mouth and sucked on his fingers, coating them in my saliva, swirling my tounge around them receiving a hitched breath from matt.

he takes his finger out of my mouth placing it back on my hip when i started trying to grind against his hand.

the digits that were inside of me pace quickened. his fingers quickly pumped in and out of me his slender fingers curling hitting all the right places, making a familiar knot form in my stomach. I clenched around matts fingers to try and hold back.

"you must be close huh?"

"so close" a choked whimper comes out. matt pulls his finger out of me.

"wait- what, what did i do. i thought i was doing good. im sorry, I'm so so sorry." i quickly apologized not even knowing why. i just needed to fix whatever i did so he can let me cum.

"you're doing perfectly fine sweetheart i just don't need you to have an orgasm this early on" he reassured, kissing my forehead.

he pulled down his bottoms and the boxers he was wearing. his achingly hard cock sprung out, his pink tip glistening precum. my eyes gawk at the sight mentally preparing myself for the stretch.

matt stroked his length a few times before plunging his dick into me.

" fuck- you're so tight" he whimpered above me, i clench around his cock trying to adjust to his size that was stretching me out.

I grind my hips trying to get him moving. "so impatient" he chuckled, with both hands he holds my hips in place using me for support, to thrust into me.

"ngh- just like that" matt was ball deep inside of me, his hips rutting at a perfect rythm, every thrust was deep, his tip grazing my g spot everytime.

wet sounds, moaning and whimpers can be heard from my living room. this night took an unexpected turn, but it was no suprise this was one of the things we also did when not paying attention to whatever movie that was on.

"I'm soso- close" i squeezed around his dick, to hold back my release but i couldn't all the pleasure was overwhelming "cum for me angel" his words sounded like a relief different from the other times we had sex but i wasn't complaining. he would normally say 'hold it'.

I reached my climax, a shaky moan leaves my lips. matt has yet to cum so he continues to sloppily fuck into me.

"matt- stop im sensitive" i cried out my eyes screwing shut, gripping onto the pillow next to me.

he was quick to pull out, pumping his cock a few times releasing all over my stomach. "fuck" he whispered under his breath

i squeezed my legs shut as soon as he pulled out. I open my eyes to see the mess he made on my tummy, we caught our breath before doing anything and he was first to break the 'silence'

"y- you did so good baby" he praised, rubbing the side of my arm. "thanks" i mumbled

he got dressed and left the living room to do something i don't know what it was but i just sat there waiting for him to come back wrapping a blanket around me.

he came back and carried me bridal style to the bathroom pushing the door open.

He placed me in the warm bath water, he got my loofa lathering it up in soap cleaning my body there was a comfortable silence that filled the air throughout the whole process.

--

I was on my phone while waiting for matt to get out the shower, and he finally got done after a while i look up from my phone seeing him walk over to me. "so you wanna actually watch the movie this time?" He asked

"yep"

a/n: goodnight..

[biibini]

Its okay if you dont wanna do this but i really wanna know what you think mizu would do when reader gets her period

modern!mizu x reader gets her period (request)

tags: period, cuddling, fluff, kissing, modern au, modern mizu, mizu being best girl

a/n: ok midterms r coming up so soon HAHAHAHAH (im so nervous)

modern!mizu would def have the supplies

but i’d feel like she’d carry the lighter, smaller pads

but on most days, mizu would be a tampon user

to ur surprise, she typically uses panty liners for the majority of her period

and even if she does get a heavy period, she can handle it on most days

(yeah im fucking jealous i wish that was me)

like perfect silky hair and thin pads???

mizu my girl

hand those genes over

anyways

she would have aspirin and a hot pack on hand if u need it

when she was growing up, they used to be super heavy but now they've become lighter

if ur a heavy flow typa gal,

oh lord its extra packs for mizu to buy

at first, she would be rlly confused at the sizing and the number of flaps/extensions the pads would have

and what specific color to buy

(iykyk my heavy flow girls will know)

but she doesnt mind, u need them

as long as her girl is covered and safe and sound

if ur a tampon girl, mizu would double check to make sure she got ur brand when she goes shopping

modern!mizu would notice ur cycles, especially the week beforehand when ur rlly moody

whether its u being acting more impatient or upset than usual

she checks and makes sure that she has the necessities at hand

if she doesnt, she’ll say she’s just gonna run some errands

technically its not a lie

she does go to the closest convenience store

but the errands in question: pads/tampons and something sweet

(personally im a chocolate sweets girlie)

she’ll get u a lil sweet treat that’ll last u for a week or two

modern!mizu would also pour an extra cup of tea for u before bed

she just wants u to be as comfortable as u can be during ur period

and if u guys are cuddling and watching something before bed

she’ll make sure to keep u comfortable

“Mizu, pleaseeee. Just one more episode?”, you plead. You guys had just finished the second to last episode of the show. Sure, you felt a little tired. But the thought of moving and crawling off of Mizu’s chest didn’t outweigh the comfort of the couch.

Mizu sighs.

“You always do this and then you end up falling asleep.”, Mizu states as she grabs the remote control.

“Not necessarily-“, you rebute. Technically, she wasn’t wrong with your history of falling asleep. But not this time.

“Mmhmm. Right…”, she responds, a little sass in her tone.

You pout. “Please. I promise, I’ll stay up.”

You place your warm cup of tea aside, allowing you to wrap your arms around Mizu’s neck. You feel the heat of her neck against your forearms.

“Besides, it’s the final episode.”, you smile. You look at Mizu for sign of defeat.

“Ok fineeee,” she clicks on the next episode button, “Stay awake now. I’m not summarizing it this time.”

You plant a kiss on her cheek, pulling her closer to your body. She places her mug next to yours and letting her arms wrap around your body. You feel the warmth of her hands press against your body, almost burning from the hot tea.

“I promise I won’t.”, you assure as you sit back against Mizu’s chest again. You feel Mizu’s arms relax and allow you to prep yourself before watching the finale.

Mizu smiles as she felt your body lay back on hers. Your weight alongside the blanket you’re sharing relaxes her. You feel her arms gently wrap around you again as you hear the intro to the episode play.

Her hands start to drag along your sides to your stomach. You feel her burning palm place itself on the top of your lower stomach. Its presence shared a similarity to a heat pad.

You hum in response. While her right hand is busy drawing attention to your lower stomach, you feel her other hand wrap around you and pull you closer. You feel her lips lightly graze your shoulder.

“Mizu, it feels good but-”, you say as her right hand starts to gently massage your stomach.

Fuck. That feels so nice.

You hold back a groan. “Not here, hon.”, you say as you nod your head towards Ringo’s bedroom door.

“I know, don’t worry.”, Mizu responds as she places a soft kiss near your neck. “I just want you to feel comfortable now. You’re on your period, right?”

You nod in response.

“So c’mere. I’ll keep you nice and warm.”

modern!mizu would put ur towel in the dryer while u shower

ik its oddly specific

but i feel like she would make sure to make u feel warm in any way possible

with or without heat pad

same concept applies for the blanket

shes always so thankful her and ringo got an apartment with an in-unit washer dryer

when ur washing up, she’ll typically be doing some light studying with some tea before bed

a break inbetween would be the pop the towel in the dryer

next break is swapping out the towel for the blanket

final break is bringing back the blanket right before u get into bed

its a strange strategy but it helps her stay focused and paces herself while synonymously taking care of u

modern!mizu would make sure she’s wrapping her arms around ur lower stomach when ur cuddling at night

the heating pad gets annoying to sleep with

especially if u tend to toss and turn at night

but having her hands warm u helps u relax at night

when ur trying to sleep, she’ll gently caress and massage ur stomach to help release any tension

at first, u thought it wouldnt have an effect on u

but the more she did it, the more relieved u felt at night

mizu would also feel relaxed knowing that u r relaxed as well

when she heard ur snores, she knows shes done a job well done

[pedge-page]

LOVEDDDD PLUSHY X PK!! WE NEED PREGNANT READERx PLUSHYx PK 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻

ITS HERE!

Notes: Set in the Plushies!verse where reader is pregnant (NOT Joel dealing with Preggo Wife couple). for extra content/background, you can read Plushies!Joel and Reader discovering their PK, and Plushies!Joel and Reader pregnancy Bonus chapter

Warnings: PISS KINK, Plushies humping, PISS on PLUSHIES, Joel cumming in boxers, "dry" humping (no actual sex but it sure as hell isnt dry here either), Daddy ish kink like once (I didn't count man this isnt proof read)

18+ ONLY

- - - -

Ever since getting pregnant with Big Bad Mr Joel Miller’s big fat fucking kid (that you may have “begged” him to put in you—on accident), your back has not experienced pain like this since said baby-daddy body slammed you into a brick wall in a dingy alley when you hooked up outside a bar. He proceeded to tend to your back all night with kisses and soft rubs and lotions, and ended up learning of Joel very peculiar double sided dynamic.

You slide your keys on the counter only for them to fall down to the ground. With a moon sized belly, you weren’t even gonna bother bending to pick it up. That’s the floors problem (and future you that needs to get around)’s problem. Not yours. 

You waddle towards the bedroom. Grateful for your plushie obsession being the one thing you were prepared for: a wall of fluff and comfort conforming to your body 24/7. You rotate with little tippy steps until you’re facing the wall, then collapsing backwards on the bed slowly, only to be met with a squirmy hard lump that grips your belly securely from nearly tossing you off the side:

“YEOOW!” 

He lurches in pain as your elbow dug into his side and ass smashed his poor dick under the crushing weight of you.

“JOEL! GET OFF MY BED!” You scream, kicking and flailing uselessly in his grasp. He’s still buried under the mountain of plush with your big body plastered atop him, but he won’t let go either.

“It’s OUR bed, babydoll,” he groans. you turn your head to the side to see his hooked nose just barely peeking above your BunBun’s fluffy cotton tail. He shakes his noggin side to side to get fresh air across his face and to make eye contact with you, your head resting against his shoulder.

“I was just takin’ a nap, no need to get snippy,” he grumbles. He kisses your cheek and rubs along your belly.

“My plushies,” you mumble with a pout, folding your arms over your chests.

The awkward position only makes it more difficult to get comfortable. Joel’s crazy strength alone is one thing, but the gravity of having an additional 25 pounds on your mid section is somehow giving him the upper hand in holding you against him. You wanted to fall on soft, cottony clouds and colorful friends that you had collected over the years, not a hard man with his hard belt digging into your spine and his even harder cock poking your ass hogging them for his personal nap blanket.

“Joel.”

“Hmm?”

“I need to get up.”

“Why?”

“I need to—“

“I CAN DO IT! LETS DO IT TOGETHER!” He rolls you to the side like a rotating hot dog and immediately fists a plushie, shoving it between your spread legs. “S’okay little Momma, do ya thing.” He’s hanging over you, his pupils wide and mouth curved into an excited smirk, practically drooling at the space between your legs. While one knuckle presses the plush (of which you can’t even see over your belly) at your crotch, the other is rubbing circles into the squishy part of your pelvis.

You shake your head. “I don’t need to fucking masturbate, I need to pee!”

Joel tilts his head in confusion. “I thought that’s what we were doin’?”

“IM NOT PEEING ON THE—“ you drag the plush squeezed in his hand from out below you so you can get a good look at who’s about to be sacrificed—“ON PINKY THE POLAR BEAR!!!”

He snatches the stuffed animal back and glides it between your thighs again, this time with his knee pressed tight so it’s sandwiched just out of your reach. “Pinky aint about to be a good name f’him—how bout yellow-y, or piss-y or pee-y—OH how about PINKY—! Oh no wait a minute…”

“Jooooeeell!!!!”

He starts rubbing harder against your mound, licking his lips as you begin to flounder helplessly. “Give it ta me, princess, Daddy Bear’s gonna take care of everything, you just do what ya do best, so beautiful f’me, Fuck me, that’s my good girl, yeah, yeah do it angel.”

But you shake your head. Your hips sway side to side, but between him and the mountain of stuffed animals surrounding you and the lump of a swell at your belly, there’s no where to run. “No! I’m not doing that—ugughhh—shit again!”

Joel pouts his lips, not letting up his assault. “Please! You liked it so much last time, remember?!”

“That—was an accident!!!” You lie. No you didn’t want to piss on a stuffed animal again, for fear it will reawaken something inside you that should have never surfaced in the first place: that you might enjoy it. “I don’t want to ruin Pinky!”

“I’ll toss her in the wash!” He nods quickly ,as if it’s a good deal. As if you were even getting a say in the matter.

“NO!!!”

But Joel ignores you. He leans back, and you can just barely see off to the side the massive boner he’s got pressing painfully in his jeans. He quickly unzips himself, his boxers still on but his cock having more room to breathe, spilling out in front to make a large grey tent. He hooks his thighs under your calves, hoisting himself close to you so that both of your core’s are only one squished polar bear stuffie apart.

“That’s it baby—fuck yeah,” he groans heartily. With one arm leaned behind him to hold himself up, he grinds against the animal, in tern grinding against your clit and suffocating your pussy. His other hand is splayed over your bladder, his palm thrumming down deep with each roll of his hips. 

You’re trapped. Your tummy is full, your badder is even fuller, and Joel’s so lost in a piss/plushie drunk state that there’s no getting to him now until he gets what he wants. 

Toes curling in, shaking from the pain of your walls breaking, all you can think is ‘I’m sorry Pinky’ as you let out a yelp that had lodged itself in your throat. your hands slap over your eyes as you cunt squeezes out the pregnancy-piss-poor storage of urine that had built up so quickly inside, releasing it onto the plush’s innards. 

Joel grunts one last time and goes silent to confirm it’s happening. “Oh fuck—Oh Fuck yeah baby holy shit!” He pulls you in even closer so that his balls are sunk right under your ass. There’s a faint hissing of your piss blessing his ears as it drenching the bear, who’s getting yellower and heavier as you continue to go. Joel moans, eyes rolling when he rolls himself tighter against you, and the warm liquid begins to seep onto his underwear. “OOOHhhh ugughh yeahhhhh,” he whines, and soon he’s cumming inside his boxers with your warm piss costing his shaft, sticking the fabric to him like a wet hug.

“That’s my Momma bear, pissin’ all over her lil toys, showin’ em who’s boss.” He hazily wedges his thumb under the hood of your clit and begins rubbing, pushing his hips closer so your slit is completely surrounded by the squelching warm wet cotton of your own pee-soaked Pinky.

His encouragement flies right to your lower belly. You bite your lip as you begin to shake, back arching best it can in the current position with a silent scream as pleasure washes over your entire body. It’s wrong, so wrong how freeing and good he makes it all feel, like he’s conditioning you to feel pissing your stuffed animals is a rewarded behavior.

Fuck this guy.

You both sigh out into the air, panting hard. Joel doesn’t bother to move or clean anything. He’s too busy basking in the wet, debauched mess between both of your spread legs. Your underwear, the once innocent and dry Pinky, his jeans and boxers now darkened, heavy, and sticking to skin with the cooling remnants of your glorious piss. 

“You—“ you rasp, pointing to him with a lazy finger but unable to lift yourself from your orgasmic mind. “YOu’re cleaning—everything.”

Joel just lets out a half laugh, half choke, nodding. “I know.” He bends forward and kisses the top of your swollen stomach, the part that didn’t get soaked from the water sports. Girthy hands rub along your thighs soothingly as he makes out with your pregnant tummy. 

You fist a bunch of dry plushies and droop them over your head, hoping to smother yourself in a Plushie heavenly sleep and deal with the aftermath of your new kink tomorrow.

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[rvzcvx]

HEYYY i dont really fanfictions but idk,I really liked one of your fanfictions ,is it possible to have a FanFiction with bill x m!reader Or reader non gender ?🎀 With 2005 bill cause he's my favorite Era,I want something cute and fluff cause he was 16..I just had the idea that bill and reader don't really understand it because like bill speak.german and he doesn't understand english and reader doesn't understand german😭!Afterwards for the rest I leave you free ideas! because I trust you

Love you🫶

THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE

pairing: 2005 bill x male reader

warnings: nothing, just fluff

a/n: im sorry for not posting for so long but i had to focus on school. i promise that i will try to post more often!! and btw i love you too, i hope youre gonna like what i wrote

I still couldn't believe it, I was sitting in the living room of Bill Kaulitz, my boyfriend, from my favorite band. It felt surreal, like a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

The room was filled with posters, CDs, and personal items that gave it a cozy vibe. Bill was in the kitchen, making us some tea. I could hear him humming softly, his voice always managing to soothe my nerves.

We met a few months ago after one of his concerts. I had been a fan for years, and the opportunity to see him perform live was a dream come true. I never imagined that I would actually meet him, let alone start a relationship with him. It was hard at first, with him speaking mainly German and me only knowing English, but we found ways to communicate.

Bill walked back into the room, holding two steaming cups of tea. He smiled warmly and handed me one. "Hier, für dich." he said, his accent making the words sound even more special.

"Danke." I replied, one of the few German words I had mastered. I smiled back at him, feeling a warmth spread through me.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, sipping our tea. Bill looked at me, his eyes full of affection and something else I couldn't quite place.

"You... like the tea?" he asked, his English slow but deliberate. "Yes" I nodded, "It's perfect, just like everything you do."

Bill blushed, a soft pink tint coloring his cheeks. "Danke, mein liebling." he said, reaching out to take my hand. His touch was gentle and reassuring, a silent promise that everything was going to be okay.

We had learned to bridge the gap between our languages with gestures, smiles, and a lot of patience. Bill would teach me simple German phrases, and I would help him with his English. It was a process, but one that brought us even closer.

Bill set his cup down and moved closer to me on the couch. He pulled me into a warm embrace, and I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the unspoken words fill the space between us. His arms around me were my safe haven, a place where I felt completely at home.

After a while, Bill pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. "You... make me very happy." he said, his English improving day by day.

"You make me happy too, Bill." I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "More than you'll ever know."

Bill's smile widened, and he leaned in for a kiss. Our lips met in a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of all the things we couldn't yet say in words. When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathless, but content.

He wrapped his arms around me again, pulling me close. "Ich liebe dich." he whispered into my ear. I had learned that phrase early on. "I love you too, Bill" I replied.

As the evening turned into night, we continued to talk, laugh, and simply enjoy each other's company. It didn't matter that we spoke different languages; what mattered was the love we shared and the bond that grew stronger every day.

By the time we decided to call it a night, I felt more connected to Bill than ever. We climbed into bed, cuddling close under the warm blankets. Bill held me tight, his presence a comforting weight next to me.

"Gute nacht , mein Liebling." he murmured sleepily. "Goodnight, Billy." I replied, feeling my eyes grow heavy.

As I drifted off to sleep, I knew that whatever challenges we faced, we would face them together. Our love was stronger than any language barrier, and that was all that mattered. In Bill's arms, I felt at home, loved, and understood. And that was a feeling that needed no translation.

[creative-heart]

hello ! i didn’t know that you were taking requests omg i would have spam you sooner. i don’t know if you have seen enzo’s last ig story in snow but ommmg if you could write a fluffy request based on that story

like reader wakes up and she doesn’t find him, she just found a little note that he went walking into the forest so she goes back to sleep and when she wakes up after, she opens her insta and found his ig story. immediately she tells him to come back in their apartment bc she’s terribly afraid he might get lost in the snow or catch a big cold

he’s like no never im strong and i survived lsdln lmfao but when he comes back even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s completely frozen and he starts to sneeze and he’s starting to be really sick so reader has to pamper him 🥺🥺 warm a hot bath for him, prepare a soup or a tea, put him in bed.

like i just imagine them being in bed after he supplied her to stay in bed and reader telling him next time stop playing enzo the snow king bc look at you right now baby you have fever and you’re hiding inside my sweater 😭 and him still doesn’t want to admit that he took a big risk for his health, being like « who told u i’m not faking being sick just to sleep under you pullover next to your/my 🍒 » 🤭🤭

okay my imagination might be too big lol

Lucia’s Notes: I love this request dear nonnie, because I feel like he’d be like a little boy when sick. I hope you enjoy this little drabble.

Content Warning: I don’t think there are any warnings, this is just fluff.

Word Count: 690

"Winter's warmth"| Enzo Vogrincic

You wake up when the lack of Enzo’s warm body against yours hits you like a ton of bricks and turn around looking for him curling more into the blankets to shield yourself from the cold of the outside world. As you look around you find a little note on his bedside table and grab it to read it “Morning honey, woke up early and decided to take a stroll around the woods, love you xo. En” You look out the window and see the clouded snowy picture burying yourself back into your blankets and going back to sleep.

An hour or so later, you finally open your eyes and grab your phone to start roaming all the social media and messages you might have missed. When you finally fall onto Instagram Enzo’s story is the first one up there, you click on it to see what your fugitive boyfriend’s been up to while you slept in. One look at his snow-covered hair is enough to make you shoot up on the bed sitting up hastily calling this crazy man you call yours. As soon as you hear the click on the line of the call being picked up you say “Enzo Vogrincic Roldan, what the fuck are you doing out there with this snowstorm!? You’re gonna get sick, you could get lost even!” the tone of your voice rising in alarm at the thought of your boyfriend wandering too far from the apartment you rented for your holiday and not being able to find his way back safely. 

You hear his low melodious lazy laugh on the other end of the call “Good morning to you too chiquita, don’t worry about it, I’m not far and I’ve figured out how to get back, and as to getting sick, I would never, I survived filming La sociedad, remember? I’m immune to cold” You roll your eyes at his stupid bravado “Don’t roll your eyes baby, I’m fine, I’ll be there soon with some pastries for breakfast, you get some coffee started, will you?” you sigh getting up “just come back love”. As you hang up you get up putting on one of his sweaters that are just lying around the room before heading to the kitchen smiling at the fireplace in the living room. Just as you’re pouring the mugs of hot coffee Enzo walks into the apartment ruffling the snow off his long raven-colored locks and trying to muffle a sneeze so you won’t hear it. You shoot around as he’s failed to conceal it from you. “I’m just fine babe, don’t look at me like that” Enzo retorts to your arched brow.

Later on that day you can see him shivering and sneezing more frequently and look at him “Ok, that’s it, you’re coming down with a cold love, I’ll draw you a warm bath and make you some tea with honey for when you get out” And he knows by the look on your face to better not argue it and nods softly “thank you love”. 

Once he’s out of the bath and you’re both cuddled in bed with your tea mugs as you play with his unruly locks absentmindedly you whisper “Now, could you stop playing Enzo king in the north and not go out in the snow next time? look how you’re feeling now, you have a fever, you’re even hiding in my sweater like a little kitten” you kiss his forehead to check if the paracetamol you gave him has started working yet. He shoots his face up to look at you, glossy eyes trying to look offended by what you said, “But I’m not sick baby, I just enjoy cuddling my girlfriend and snuggling away on my…sorry, your boobs”. You laugh at his silly statement and nod softly “I’m sure that’s it baby”. You keep playing with his hair seeing him slowly drift off to sleep as you admire his peaceful features tracing his nose lightly with your finger and smiling to yourself wondering how you ever got so lucky to get to share your life with a man such as this.

P.S: This was just adorable to write, I had the silliest smile on the whole time. I really hope you enjoyed it.

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[djljpanda]

can you do a sick yn and wednesday takes car of her

As the seasons were changing from fall to winter your body did not react well. After going to the nurse you were under dorm arrest lucky for you, you have no dorm mate yet so you wouldn't be able to get anyone sick.

Wednesday had notice your absent fron school but when she would ask about you no one knew what had happen to you. After school she went to your dorm to see you wrapped in your blankets with your messy hair sticking out. "You idiot why weren't you at school today" "Well hello love", you said your voice a bit raspy as your throat hurt cause of you speaking. "What wrong with you" "I'm sick, that is why im not in school" "Why didn't you tell anyone" "Sorry I have been sleeping and I guess it just slipped my mind, Sorry".

Wednesday only to walk up to you as she took in more of your features. To many being sick was gross but to her seeing you like this was adorable, seeing your messy hair every where, some of your hair sticking to your forehead, eyes a bit red from the tears as your eyes were burning, along with them being droopy. She smiled as she petted your hair. She loved the way you looked and but also you were hurting so she wanted to be by your side. "Love I don't want you to gey sick to you" Mi amour I can't get sick so I am going to make sure you get better" "Thank you love, Im just gonna close my eyes for a bit". You said as you drift off to sleep and with that Wednesday went back to her dorm as she told Enid about your condition so she asked Wednesday to give you one of her plushy to hold.

You woke up to your girlfriend putting a couple of blankets down. As you looked around a bit you saw a colorful plushy which made you think about Enid and on your table you saw your favorite snacks amd drinks along with stuff to help you feel better. "L-love" "Sh Mi amour just relax im here I brought some stuff if thay will be alright" "B-but you get sick too" "I told you already I will be fine just lay back and let me take of you".

Wednesday put a cold rag on your forehead as she poured you a drink of water to take some pain killers. You thanked her as you took your pills. After you took your pills she made you eat something small.

For the whole week Wednesday stood by your side as a few of friends did stop by but Wednesday was there with you only leaving for classes and your medicines.

The weekend hit again as you jumped out pf bed feeling like a whole new you. When Wednesday woke up you gave her a big kiss on her lips as you thanked her over and over again.

Wednesday took your thank you's but she reply with say 'That is what a good girlfriend does'.

Wednesday will always be your personal nurse.

[ijustwantogohomehogwarts]

The Colors of the Rainbow

Timothée asks y/n what color he reminds her of, and she puts a lot more effort into an answer than he could ever imagine.

Warnings and such: it's. so. fluffy. also like one swear word? illusions to "adult situations" but nothing bad! not proofread!

A/N : i'm backkkk!! not gonna lie, i didn't expect to be gone nearly a month, but life sucks lately and it just kinda happened...im sorry!!! thanks for the continued love and support! also- i get my cast off in like 10 days! yay!

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"what color do you associate me with?"

His voice drew my attention away from the book in hand, the first words spoken aloud in hours. it was thought provoking; a color?

"what do you mean?"

"when you hear my name, what color do you think of?"

I had never thought of that before, but now seemed a good a time as any. I allowed my eyes to wonder over him as I thought about the best answer.

Red: bold and beautiful. a bright color, attention grabbing and hard to look away from. the color of our bedroom lights after too many nights spent apart. the color of his eyes after he smokes too much and giggles on the couch. The color of our lips when we finally pull away, gasping quietly for breath. Red. The metaphor of blood shed that went into making us, and making us work. red, bold and beautiful.

Orange: autumn. obviously. the color of pumpkins, of crazy sunsets and sunrises, worthy of photographs we'll never look at again but in the moment, it's important. the color of comfort, warmth and a cool breeze. orange, deep like fire, the burning desire for him, for me, for each other. the color that paints my insides when i look at him and remember that he is mine.

Yellow: not the neon yellow, but the soft yellow. the yellows the paint the sky for a brief moment in the early hours of the day, when the world is waking up again and the day is starting. the color that floods our bedroom and allows dust to dance in the air around us. the last color we see as we fall asleep together. the color night owls are always chasing. for him, it's the color he radiates when he walks into the room, bright and happy, a glow that follows him and intoxicates everyone in his path.

Green: earthy and holy. natural beauty, like the nature we crave amidst the bustle of the new york city. not a color i see him on often, but the color of his eyes. the color i get lost in when he talks, drunk on the sound of his voice. the color behind his entire world. it's calming and comforting. it's him. a color i would happily see every day for the rest of my life. a color i plan to see for eternity.

Blue: the color of water and cleanliness. he loves his showers, his pools, and the rare trips on boat rides for secret swimming holes. a water bug through and through. the color for which he starts every morning, a fresh start. the color of winter, cool and quiet. for nights spent close together under heavy blankets, skin on skin. the color that accompanies him to premieres and interviews, a color that demands attention in the softest tone.

Purple: both the softest and deepest versions. a child-like representation of each, a playful color. a color which adorns his body on quiet days spent shopping, or nights gallivanting around for basketball games and bars with his friends. a color i often associate with nights home without him, the undeniable fact that he'll stumble through the front door in the early hours of the morning, the smell of alcohol lingering on his breath as he tells me he loves me.

White: innocent, clean, wholesome. a stereotypical color, but there's truth to it. sure, he's not pure in the sense of what the color stands for traditionally (can you blame a girl?) except he is. through all of life's changes, the good, the bad, and everything in between, he's stayed true to who he is. he's happy, ready for life's adventures. he wants to be the person his generation can look up to, someone who defies the odds and makes a name for himself on his own. he doesn't need, or want, poor publicity or the lingering story of being a hollywood fuckup. he won't be- he can't be.

Pink: a color typically labeled for feminism, but golly doesn't he look beautiful in pink! it's bold and impossible to look away from. the lightest shades for the purest and most innocent, the darkest shades for the most demanding and defiant. why not break stereotypes?! the clothes make the man, so they say...but for him? no. he makes the clothes. he's what pulls the outfit together, the one who makes the color beautiful. beautiful, like the color that paints his cheeks when his heart flutters in his chest.

Gray: a color for balance. there's never light without the dark. with good days, comes bad. we get tired, sick and worn down but it reminds us we are human. a color reserved for coffee runs on lazy sundays, after sleeping away the stress of the previous week and preparing ourselves for the next. a comforting color, one that reminds us we are allowed to be sad, but the feeling will pass and the sun will shine again. be patient, good things take time.

***

"Black." I settled on the answer with a smile.

"Black?!"

"Yes!"

"Why?! That's the most basic color!" He chuckled softly, nudging me with his foot.

"No, it's the most important color."

"Important?"

"Well, it's a perfect combination of all the colors, and all their qualities. You've got the best of them all, love."

"How so?" There was no hiding the color pink on his cheeks.

Black: the perfect combination of all the colors that exist. the best qualities mashed into one, leaving ample opportunity to add more of the color that's most needed. black, the color of the room which we share in the middle of the night, where the only sounds are soft snoring or heavy moaning. sometimes both. it's in this color where we find solace in one another, an indescribable feeling of peace, a place which we call home. in the arms of the man i love. all the colors in the world, every combination of letters in every language- it'll never be enough to express the gratitude i have for the stars above that lead me to him.

[fallenclan]

TW for: Child death and heavy emotions

The chill of leafbare had set in these past moons. The usual greenery of Fallenclans borders had long since faded into the cycle of change. Moosekit breathed in the warm scent of moss as the colors in the sky outside washed away, leaving a dull horizon. Sorrelstem curled around each of her kits, her soft underbelly cushioning each small kit against her. Owlkit let out a long yawn followed by a complaint. Sorrelstem tilted her head down to Owlkit, Moosekit stretched up as his mother gave each of her kits a small lick on the head. A purr rose in Moosekits throat, which his mother responded with a purr of her own. "Now it's time to sleep you cute little furballs~" Sorrelstem purred. "I'm not gonna." Wasskit said bluntly "You always say that!" Moosekit retorted.

Sorrelstem, despite the growing exhaust in her eyes smirked. "But you always end up snoozing off when I tell you a story." she teased. " Yeah Moosekit!" Wasskit objected "WASSKIT YOUR-"

"Okay okay! Hush hush. I do not tell stories to noisy arguing kits.."

"Sorry Wasskit." "Sorry Moosekit."

Sorrelstem chuckled, "Alright my little warriors, you are going to be made apprentices soon..So how about a fitting story about my life when I was an apprentice?"

"100 moons ago?" Shrewkit asked so earnestly that everyone in the nest burst out laughing.

"Okay Shrewkit. I'm not that old. I'm actually quite young."

The laughter died down as Lightingtail called over, asking for them to quiet down.

"Back then I didn't always take everything so seriously, I goofed off a lot. And if I know you sillys then being serious and focusing may be tough for you."

"remember Owlkit! No rivers!" Wasskit ordered

Owlkit looked away, her face growing hot with embarrassment.

Sorrelstem shook her head at Wasskit and gave Owlkit a few licks on the head.

"Hailcrash, believe it or not, was actually my mentor."

"Hailcrash?? She's so cool!" mewed Moosekit

" She would be a cool leader!" Shrewkit agreed

"And she was an even cooler mentor, im sure whoever your mentors will be just as brave and thoughtful. Just make sure you treat them with respect and follow the rules"

"What are the rules?" Shrewkit asked

"Lets start with going to sleep at a decent time." Sorrelstem chuckled

All the kits curled up huddling for warmth. it had become harder for them to all fit in the nest lately. As cold gusts of wind crept under your fur, causing it to bristle, being huddled together suddenly seemed very appealing.

"Im not.. Sleepin..g" Wasskit trailed off, her voice being lost in the fur of her mother.

Moosekit embraced around Shrewkit, she was always so cozy. He sunk deeper into the fluffy moss, causing his eyelids to grow heavier. His body relaxed, he listened to the rise and fall of Shrewkits breathing, a slow yet fast rhythm that lulled him to sleep.

Moosekit shifted in and out of sleep for a moment, a wave of wind bit at his face. He grounded and shifted in the nest facing away from the nursery's entrance. Still half asleep he reached his paw out to find Shrewkit. He peeled his eyes open when his paw fell, an empty space where Shrewkit should be. He looked out, the nursery was blanketed in darkness, only the dim light of early dawn leaked in through the entrance.

Moosekit blinked as he took in the nest. Owlkit and Wasskit snuggled together. Owlkit twitched in her sleep, deep in some dream. Moosekit pulled himself to his paws, peering at the nest once more. Still drowsy from sleep, he in a hushed voice called out.

"Shrew..?"

When Shrewkit didn't respond, Moosekit tiptoed to the center of the den. There Lightningtail and her kits remained asleep, no sign of Shrewkit. A sense of dread tightened in his chest when he realized she wasn't in the nursery. Moosekit looked to his Mom, nothing like this had never happened before, he didn't know what to do.

He shook his head, he was gonna be a warrior! And warriors dont call to their moms when they get scared, they keep going!

That when he saw a shape outside the Nursery. The object was too far away to see, the light outside to dim. He didn't make a sound slowly creeping out of the nursery, the icy air hitting his face. His paws stung as he took each step of the frozen ground. The dark shape got closer as he moved forward,he opened his mouth to catch a scent. The wind tried its best to dull it, but he breathed in the whiff of something so familiar he almost didn't catch it.

"Shrew? Why're you sleepin' in the snow?"

The silence was so eerie he thought he might have been mistaken for a moment.

"Shrew..?"

Moosekit finally stood right at her side, any silence there was had started to be overtaken by a ring in his ears.

"Shrew.." he said breathlessly, his chest was now light. His flank slowed with his breathing.

Shrewkit looked almost blue, her fur covered in snow. She was in such a tight ball, twice her normal size.

He curled around her. He didn't know why. The usual warmth was instead cold.He could only blankly stare at her fur. The ringing rose into a loud shriek, or maybe it was the wail of a cat. Yet it was all he could hear, he didn't react.

The rise and fall of Shrewkits breathing couldn't lull him out of this horrible dream. And it never would again.

-🐁

AUGHH G???? AUGUHG??? WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME WHY DO YOU HURT ME <started it

GOD this is so painful. moosekit and shrewkit . aughghg im having feelings about this little guys im in agony

[the-banana-0verlord]

Answer some or all I wanna know more about you 👁️👁️

Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

Alright, ill try lmao

1.no, i dont have freckles!

2. I WISHED i found Coffee and tea good because its so aesthetic but it tastes bad imo

3. I checked my spotify and its girls just wanna have fun by cyndi lauper so i suppose its that

4.i move a lot but i usually end up on my side.

5. I move too much to sleep with a lot of them because they always end up on the floor. Although i do sleep with my malleus plushie.

6. Thats a hard one, because i do both. Though i think of writing as my primary hobby/eventual job, i definitely have more fun drawing(until art Block comes knocking that is)

7.depends on the thickness. Right now i have three eith two being thin and one being medium, but i could sleep with one really thick one.

8. Mitski!!! I love her so much. Otherwise I like mother mother and marina

9.the third of november!

10. 154 cm or 5 feet. No that is not short

11. Blue-grey-kaki. I like to think of them as blue.

12. All my mutuals, all my irls, my mom, my dad, and my little sister

13. Abandonnent, failure, the future in general.

14. Yellow and light blue!

15.fall! Its so pretty

16. Im not sure yet but i can maybe have someday a small tattoo. Im not a fan of qhoel body tattoos for myself.

17. Well my ears a pierced but im not gonna get more.

18. My two irls! Talking about not getting neuvillette in gneshin ;-;(and murder)

19. I dont have a best friend per se, although i do have a closest friend. Weve been friends for at least three years(already? Damn)

20. Honestly i miss my first mutual on here. I hope they come back soon ;-;

21. It just started but its been pretty good up til now!

22. About 9-10 hours?

23. I mean, there is bound to be other forms of life in space, just thousands of lightyears away.

24. Monday cause my friend said she didnt think we were friends.

25. Id say 1890 to 1900? Though the living conditions were meh i like the aesthetic

26. Generally being silly ig? I suppose i act childihs as a comic relief.

27. Currently my favorite book(s) is the Truly Devious series by Maureen Johnson! It's been clawing it's way into my brain.

28. I'm actually doing quite fine. I'm a bit stressed since i'm going to boston soon but i can push out the bad thoughts!

29. I usually procrastinate decisions as far as possible. If it's a small one maybe like 2 minutes but if it's bigger ones it'll take longer(with the answer being no a lot)

30. Something i'm dreading but also am excited for is summer! Bye school but hello summer job ;-;

31. My irls and i(can i really call them irls? i met only two of them irl and once or twice. anyways-) are planning a roadtrip after we're all 18(aka in a bit more than 4 years)!

32. Either my friend's (irls+ moots) houses or in paris. I've always wanted to see paris.

33.open, my cats need to be free to walk in and out!

34. sunflowers and roses(i have a list on the meaning of each rose color) daisies are also cute.

35. i...guess? i own a banana shaped stress ball(that is very dirty i dont use it much) but idk if it counts as a squish.

36. yes, almost more than my first name. although my first and second name are kinda in the same name. it's like first name-second name.

37.cats!!! I have two(named chicken nugget and nebraska)(my family also owns dogs but oh well)

38. I'm a bit scared of heights but i wouldn't say i have a phobia

39. i usually go to sleep at 10:30 pm on weekdays, and 11:00-11:00 on weekends(when i don't have to wake up early due to sunday class)

40.Although i haven't been to a real beach a lot, i like it! And i always prefer sunny days so sun it is(to experience sunset on a beach... must be the dream)

41. I'd say the owl house! It's so colorful with two of my main kins.

42. @xen-blank @thehollowwriter @quartztwst @boopshoops @saionjeans (so sorry for the tag non-moots! Also i would've included all my moots but it said five ;-;)

43. Yes, i have five siblings! One oldest sister, two older brother, a little brother and the baby of the family, my little sister. i have middle child syndrome.

44. Either my mom or my little sister. I hug and say i love you to them very often. Or i said it to malleus last. One of them.

45. Tbh i have no idea in which circomstances i would die for something. maybe if i could trade my life with someone's close to me. or for peace on earth idk.

46. a big ol hug from my malleus plushie. it's a real emotional support.

47. no i have not. or maybe i did. i will probably forget it soon.

48. my two parents absolutely.

49."I wish to expérience it someday" (speaking of old lady gossip)

50. can i send you the same questions? :3

[little-mouse-gardens]

Rottmnt oc headcannons

Part three : Skye

I’m continuing on with my rottmnt oc headcannons, I have so far completed Marcy and Sunny’s headcannons.

Marcy’s —> https://www.tumblr.com/little-mouse-gardens/734298414127382528/rottmnt-oc-head-cannons-so-im-gonna-be-doing-hcs

Sunny’s —> https://www.tumblr.com/little-mouse-gardens/736082157867532288/little-mouse

And now I have completed Skye’s, which should leave me with Angie’s headcanons to finish! Then I can finally start finishing and posting oneshots >:3

- Skye was named after her aunt on her mothers side

- Skye takes incredible care of her skin, because she can be acne prone with certain products. No one will ever know the secrets to her skincare routine, all except for Leonardo who practically begged her to spill the beans.

- can’t stand the smell of nail polish remover, literally had to cover her nose while she paints and removes nail polish because the smell makes her wanna gag

- may or may not have taught leo to paint designs on his nails. Him and her Defiantly match when they can

- tries her best to help leonardo with his insomnia. Tea, music, making him laugh until he’s tried or just cuddling him (his personal favorite) until he gets tired enough to fall asleep

- didn’t even shed a tear when she got her nose and ear piercings. To a point her and her sister’s mother thought something was wrong. Turns out she was just screaming internally-

- Parkour is her specialty. Roof hopping is just an average Tuesday night for her.

- Takes great care of her hair, prefers to keep it short but she will occasionally grow it out long

- she has a few skateboards that she’s collected. Customizes all of them with different themes, paints, stickers

- the one she uses the most is a skateboard that matches in design and color to Leo’s (they have each others names painted on it-)

- frequents a lot of local cafes and pizza restaurants. She Became hueso’s favorite customer because she helped make sure leo didn’t cause too much trouble.

- likes singing, playing guitar, keyboard and drums. Has a secret notebook of songs she wrote

- when she’s older, she gets dozens of butterfly and bat themed tattoos across her back and arms

- Public displays of affection between her and leo and quite common and encouraged by each other. Either constantly holding hands, hugging, giving piggy back rides ect.

- she can speak, English, Spanish and Portuguese. She tries to teach leo Spanish and Portuguese. They also Occasionally talk to one another in Spanish.

- has a spot in her room for leo to come over and hang out, it’s a hammock area over by the window though most of the time he’s cuddling up to her while playing video games, reading comics ect. He likes to brag about it, and she just playfully rolls her eyes.

- loves insects all except for roaches. moths and butterflies are her favorite

- loves bats as well. Has a little miniature butterfly garden-like set up in her window so she could watch the bats come in

- Carries some type of water bottle on her, wether it be for herself, her sisters or the turtles. Has a bunch of stickers on said water bottle.

- banned leo from accessing the mini fridge in her room because he stole all the pizza bites out of it while she was taking a nap (he made up for it with ice cream)

- has her own space in the lair close to Leo’s whenever she comes over. She has a little tent with pillows and a mini tv she brought over to play games. Most of the time you’ll catch her just skateboarding around the lair, or sprawled out on a blanket pile with leo reading comics.

- Second place for queen of the fairy lights (she and so many in her room the electric bills are sobbing-)

- Leo definitely knows her hair routine and yes, he loves to help out. (He loves how soft her curls are) Draws little shapes with the products on her curls (she loves this goober enough not to gently thwack him with a towel for wasting her hair products)

- spraypainting is something she occasionally tries out, usually goes up to a random rooftop or vacant area where no one is gonna care before testing it out.

- leo does the face taps to her a lot. after she figured out what exactly that meant (girl was hella confused as to why he was doing that out of the blue) she started doing it to him back. And now it’s just a random thing they do when they see each other or whenever they want to (this turtle literally becomes a churring smug mess over her it’s embarrassing-)

- most of her clothes probably come from hot topic or small businesses

- always Carries her favorite snacks in her bag, gently bats Leo’s hands away when he tries to steal any of the pizza bites she bought (he tries to snatch them out of her hand when she is literally is about to eat it like boi you tryna die?-)

- Skye has a very small scar on her right eyebrow from when she fell off a horse as a kid. Claims it as her battle scar and feels it makes her look a little badass.

- Skilled in archery, volleyball and surfing. Mainly on the volleyball team and do surfing and archery as hobbies. Used to be on the archery club at her school but she didn’t like the overly competitive and overly strict rules placed on her shoulders so she quit the club

- her favorite two drinks are blueberry boba tea and mango milkshake. Got hooked on blueberry boba tea after Marcy and Angie dragged her to a boba shop to try some of the new drinks

- Has watched law and order enough to know the intro message word by word

- Competes in a local underground skateboarding competition, usually ends up in second place or first place most of the time

- Hangs out at the local roller skating rink or arcade when she’s not hanging out the turtles or her sisters

- Learned to paint her nails from her sister sunny. Mostly paints them green, blue or black in various hues and adds little designs on them to match her clothing

- Collects a lot of funky and unique jewelry (fuzzy worm earrings, cute clay rings, silver skull ear studs, a choker with a dangly atlas moth charm)

- loves to make beaded charm bracelets and rings. She has a whole collection and miniature drawer of bracelets and rings she made. Made her and leo a matching bracelet and ring set (he teases her over the rings being an early proposal before they confessed)

- Her and Angie are adopted (Skye was adopted when she was one year old around the same age as marcy, and Angie was adopted a year after she was) it doesn’t really bother her much nor does she or Angie think about it much

- Her favorite food to make is homemade pastel or homemade pizza (specifically cheese, Hawaiian or St. Louis)

- Hates the smell of broccoli when it’s cooking or steaming. Leo tried to make broccoli casserole as a prank to bring to Skye, and she stepped one foot into the lairs kitchen before immediately turning around and walking away. It physically makes her ill and the smell is one of her weaknesses

- makes the most random out of pocket comments when she’s sleepy. Like “where are penguins knees? Like are they doing squats the whole time” or “you think mothman has access to the internet?” And not forgetting “i wonder if I could ever use your shell as a boogie board leo?” Someone get this girl down for a nap-

- her and Leonardo have random movie nights or game nights either at the lair or at her and her sisters apartment both before they started dating and after they started dating/he confessed

- Her and Leo’s first date was at senor heuso’s pizza restaurant and afterwards they just sat on a rooftop to stargaze and watch some old lou jitsu movies

- Loves stargazing. Sitting on the roof or the fire escape with some blankets and her switch/ds. She’ll curl up in a makeshift hammock and just observe the stars she can see through the city lights. Her favorite place to stargaze is her grandparents farm, since there is little light pollution.

- Fav spot on her grandparents farm is this old house that was built in the 1600s, she made it into a makeshift clubhouse when she was little so it holds a lot of memories for her.

- She’s trying to learn how to cook better and in turn teaching leo how to cook (because this boi needs some guidance because the kitchen equipment cannot be replaced again)

- Trying to control her yokai abilities by training with the turtles. It’s kind of confusing for her since human form but having in human abilities kind of throws the brain for a loop, but she’s slowly getting there.

- After the kraang incident, Skye will just randomly come over to the lair or leo will come over to her and her sister’s apartment so she and him can just be in each others presence. Cuddles, video games, random talks or going on walks around the city. Just to know the other one is there and that they’re okay.

- always has an extra pair of headphones on her. Made different playlists for herself, family and friends

- she also has a whole collection of video games, from her favorites to vintage games she just wanted to collect, on another shelf in her room.

- has played in a few video game competitions here and there, though she’s just tries them out for fun.

- has a whole shelf of books she genuinely likes to read and re-read. Frequents the library more often than most people think

- Her and leo like to practice a lot of skating tricks together. It has become a competition at this point, and yes they both have folders on their phones labeled “top ten leo fails” or “top ten Skye fails” just for giggles

- got a lifetime pass to a spa in the hidden city from her mother (shhhh-don’t question how she got it, it’s a secret)

- Uses humor as a coping mechanism sometimes

- A lot of her and Leo’s dates are mostly just random places they feel like going to that night if they don’t want to have a home date. However they’re still meaningful to them. Just spending time together having fun and being happy matters enough to them

- Fav scent is coconut creamcicle or vanilla sea salt

- the one place she wants to visit is her grandmothers old home in Costa Rica

[meowticta]

TW: description of delusions & mention of self harm

sometimes i feel like im such a ''snowflake'' when people make schizoposting jokes, or say ''im gonna have a psychotic break'' as a joke, yeah tell me about it

tell me about it when you can't leave your house because the paranoia and the persecutory delusions are so strong you feel weak just by seeing people outside, just from people looking at you

tell me about it when you can't even think correctly, trying to shape your own thoughts into a puddle of white and black background colors, trying to think anything but whatever would be on your mind, because suddenly, you feel like everyone can listen and read and see your fucking thoughts

it's always a joke for non psychotic people,

it's always the joke were always the joke the scary the danger

when have you guys even come to realize our experiences? how many times i cant fall assleep? how many times have i told myself ''they think ur a freak a weirdo theyre gonna kill you theyre gonna murder, rape, or steal, theyre gonna kidnap you, theyre following'' how many times did i spent all my life in fear because i thought i was in danger in real danger no matter how non sensical it was, how many times did i changed clothes with the computer or my phone below the blanket because they caan see me? because every damn screen can see me, everyone can see me , how many times did i genuinely thought i was dead, that this was nothing but what afterlife is, that nothing i did would matter bc i was dead, how many times did i contemplated cutting myself again just to see if it was a dream? if i was really dead? after almost 2 years clean?

how many times have i told my therapist im afraid theyre watchign me'' how many times have i told her, theyre watching, and theyre gonna get me? how maany times have i ran away from people because i thought they were gonna do something to me? when EVERYTHING is a plan to hurt me, in jmy headd.

keep telling urself making a joke out of us is funny, keep telling yourself that psychosis is a quirky silly thing

[eddiesghxst]

Could we have more Natasha x reader please? Queen Consort was too amazing and you write so beautifully ❤️

THANK U SO MUCH!!! such a big compliment im crying🥹 here is a little drabble whilst I work on that second part to princess!nat, this is their first I love you's

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word count: 1.7k

contains: a hint of forbidden love trope, a dash of secret relationship, oral (reader receiving), a sick amount of fluff, and nat being head over heels in love <3

-masterlist-

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Your heart is hammering in your chest as heavy breaths leave your lips. The sound of chittering katydids and cicadas is drowned out by the sound of your blood rushing through your ears.

Your tightly shut eyes dare to open, trailing down to take in the scene between your parted thighs. A focused Nat, busy and determined to make you cum for the second time, two fingers knuckle deep in your dripping cunt as her lips suckle at your swollen clit.

A pitiful moan slips when she curls her fingers upwards, your thighs quivering in ecstasy. You lean onto your elbows, hips squirming when she hums into your heat. The sloppy sounds of your sex and her content hums have your eyes rolling, stomach tightening and twitching as you feel an impending climax creeping up.

“I’m gonna…” You feel like you’re running out of air, desperately grabbing at any trace as you speak. The feeling is overwhelming, almost too much, but you’re a selfish lover who wants everything Natasha has to give. If she wants to give you two back-to-back toe-curling orgasms, who are you to deny her? 

Your eyes shut again as your hand reaches out and threads shaky fingers through her hair; the braid you had done that morning is now a tangled mess from your activities. Your other hand fists at the blanket beneath you, no doubt pulling at the short blades of grass beneath it and staining the white material.

Natasha can feel you squeezing around her fingers, a telltale sign that you’re tipping over the finish line. Her eyes open (she’s not sure when they had shut), and her gaze flickers up your glistening body to land on your face, twisted in evident pleasure.

Natasha lifts from you, fingers expertly petting that sensitive spot within you as her lips brush over your needy clit while she speaks. “Open your eyes. I want to see them as you come.” 

A moan that could pass as a whine claws its way from your throat when you open your eyes. Her gaze holds yours as she dips back down to suck at your heat greedily.

Time feels slow and fast altogether as your gazes dance with one another. Her free hand, which had been rubbing comforting circles on the underside of your thigh, reaches and takes your hand from her hair, fingers lacing together, falling to rest against your hips. Her thumb smooths over the back of your hand as you squeeze her hand in excitement.

Your moans climb up a pitch, and your breathing quickens, Natasha softly nodding in encouragement as you finally reach the top. Your body tenses, your breath hitching as your jaw drops, and your eyes shut as the feeling washes over you.

The feeling is otherworldly, each thrust of her fingers and suckle on your clit sending you to a higher place. The world falls silent, and you barely feel your back hitting the blanket as you fall back again, a burst of colors exploding behind your eyelids.

Natasha watches in wonder, watching as your free hand squeezes your breast. She wishes she could have a painting of you like this, spread and fucked out with nothing but pure bliss written across your features.

She hums when she finally pulls away from your cunt, carefully stamping sticky kisses onto the insides of your thighs and smiling when you twitch away from her fingers.

She pulls her fingers from you, nearly coming at the sight of your entrance clenching and unclenching around nothing.

She manages to tear her eyes from the sinful scene, lust-filled eyes trailing up your body to watch as you slowly come down. She patiently waits, pressing a kiss to your hand, still holding onto hers, heart fluttering when you subconsciously squeeze her fingers.

Through the foggy haze of your orgasm-muddled mind, you manage to find the way out, the sound of a rushing river slowly seeping through the cracks of your consciousness. The scent of fresh water and grass then fills your senses, and the feeling of your lover's warmth beneath your fingers draws you back to earth. You miss her; you miss the sight of her and the sound of her voice— it feels as if you haven’t seen her in years while you were in the clouds.

When your eyes open, the sight of the big tree above you greets you, heavy branches swaying with the wind and the rustling leaves adding to the soundtrack of your memories.

You turn your head to the side, softly laughing, before you look down to where Natasha has been quietly waiting. Your soul lets out a breath of relief at the sight of her as smiles spread across your faces.

“Will you be spending the rest of the day down there?” 

Natasha softly laughs at your joke, pressing a kiss to your thigh. “I could spend an eternity between your thighs; you know that.” You blush at her words and watch as she begins to pepper kisses across your skin, from your hips to your stomach, a kiss for each of your breasts, the base of your throat, your chin, and finally, your lips.

You smile into the kiss, fingers slipping from hers to cup her face. She squeezes at your soft sides and hums in contentment. 

She pulls away and watches as your eyes flutter open, your eyelids still heavy with lust, gaze dripping with admiration. A relaxed and closed-lip smile graces your lips, your fingers sneakily pulling the tie around her braid. You lean up to press kisses over her face as you blindly unravel the messy braid.

Once the braid is undone, and you’re gently running your hands through the silky locks, you pull away, the back of your head gently thudding against the soft ground.

Your heart skips a beat at the sight of her, wavy hair falling from her shoulders to create a curtain around the two of you. Natasha’s fingertips dig into the blanket on either side of your head as you softly push her hair back, careful thumbs smoothing over her eyebrows and sliding down the slope of her nose. Your gaze follows your hands, tracing back to her hair as you whisper, “Kissed by fire.” 

She leans forward, dusting her nose across yours and kissing you once before slipping from your hold. Your hands drop to rest against your stomach as you watch her stand, flimsy white cover-up open and draping over her body, stopping at the middle of her thighs and whisking behind her as she walks a few paces away to where Shax is peacefully grazing.

You turn onto your side, adoration filling your body as you watch her open the saddlebag and sift through the contents. Once she finds what she has been looking for, she turns around and walks back towards you. Your eyes dance over her every feature, selfishly taking in her bare skin, the cover-up slowly slipping from her shoulder with each step. 

She smiles as she drops to her knees beside you and places an object beside your arm. You glance at her as you reach for the object, “What’s this?” You question aloud, shifting to sit up a bit more. It’s thin, square, and hard, wrapped in thick brown paper and tied with twine. “A gift… I was going to wait until your birthday, but I’m impatient.”

You smile and softly laugh at her words as you unwrap the gift. You briefly look at her once again before you peel the brown paper back, revealing the cover of a book. The cover is blue, with delicate depictions of birds, trees, and deer littered across in gold. 

It’s the most beautiful cover you’ve ever seen— ever held in your hands. You gape down at the book in your hands, silently blinking as you shake your head, glancing at her, then back at the book, “It’s…It’s beautiful, Nat.” 

She smiles, leaning forward to press one kiss to your cheek, and another to the side of your mouth before speaking, “Open it.”

You feel like crying, the feeling of Natasha’s hand soothingly rubbing your side, and the sight of the precious gift in front of you pulling emotions to the forefront of your eyes. You lift the cover as you draw in a steady breath. 

You’re silent as you read the words in the center of the page; Natasha quietly watches the movement of your eyes and how you silently mouth the words as you read. 

You softly gasp, looking towards Natasha with wide eyes before looking back at the book. “W-what? What does that mean? You wrote this for me?”

“It’s not…you know, not my writing or words. It’s a collection of poems and short stories. They all remind me of you.”

She blushes as she explains, and your heart grows ten times the size of your body. “I had the bookmaker make it for me…” 

Your heart nearly drops, your eyes snapping to hers, the slow drip of panic beginning to cover you. Natasha is quick to ease your nerves, the hand on your side giving a comforting squeeze as she speaks, “He doesn’t know. I was careful.”

You nod, looking back at the book and rereading the page. “…How long did this take?” 

She begins to panic when she sees the glazed-over look in your eyes and the ghost of a pout tugging at your lips. “Um, I collected them over the past year, uh… I’m sorry if you don’t like it; I thought maybe since you like to read…” 

You shake your head, leaving the book on the blanket to turn towards Natasha, pulling her in for a kiss. You kiss her once, twice, three times before pulling away, noses brushing as you speak, “I love it, so much, I do. I love you; you’re so good to me.”

The words nearly take the breath from Natasha’s lungs, a warm sensation flooding her body. She’s been waiting to hear those words— not to mention finally saying them— and the feeling is indescribable.

Natasha smiles, hands smoothing up your body to frame your face. She kisses you and smiles. “I love you too. So much.”