#im pissin... damn

[princessbrunette]

kitty!reader had been curbing the craving for a tantrum all day.

jj had been tolerant — bless his soul. the attitude you’d been holding onto was lethal, huffing and puffing at any chance with the most poisonous tongue all because he’d woken you up from a nap for seemingly no other reason that ‘let’s go hang with the pogues today!’

you didn’t want to hang with the pogues. you wanted to take a nap and continue drooling on your boyfriends arm.

his patience only lasts so long, and before you know it he’s trying to have it out with you — get to the root of the issue so he could solve whatever problem it was that had you like this. as the conversation unfolds, he starts to realise that you’d caused all this commotion purely because you were tired.

“like — if i acted the way you’re actin’ right now everytime i was tired, babe — john b would’a smacked the shit out’a me by now. okay? i need you to like get it together or something. damn.” he rants, whipping off his hat as he steps into your bedroom to run a hand through matted blonde hair.

you feel that familiar irritation bubble up in your chest at his response. “you’re being so mean, jayj. you literally hate me.” you have nothing left in the tank but meaningless jabs and it was clear — your boyfriend rolling his eyes with a smirk. “don’t tell me to get it together.”

“first of all shut up. second of all yeah, i could have been nicer but you did call me an asshole for suggesting you take a nap. an asshole.” he’s quick to reiterate.

“i already explained why i can’t do that.” you frown, crossing your arms over your chest.

“and it makes no sense. but whatever.” he shrugs. unable to control yourself anymore, you all but growl — shoving and smacking at his chest a couple of times before backing off. “oh that’s what you wanna do, mama? alright.” he laughs. laughs at you — and you only get more mad.

you stand on your tiptoes to really get in his face, eyes thinning with a deadly glare (or what you thought was deadly, he thought you looked like a pissed off kitten.) “fuck. you.” it’s practically a challenge, and when you turn away to storm off — you go absolutely nowhere, jj’s thick arm wrapping around your neck and dragging you back to press his body to yours.

“if you insist, sourpuss. your words, not mine.” he starts to ruck up your skirt, kicking your legs open. you mewl, still angry and whiny and even fight him a little bit but he only grips you tighter, lowering his body and bringing his lips to your ear.

“i dunno what’s got into you kittycat but you’re pissin’ me off. if you ain’t gonna drop that attitude im gonna have to force it out of you. that seem fair?” he threatens as his fingers stroke over the material of your panties making your knees buckle just a little. “think that answers my question. this all you needed?” jj snickers meanly.

approximately seven minutes later and he’s still holding you just like that, but you’re barely able to hold yourself up. with the speed at which his fingers are fucking you, there are loud squelching sounds filling the room alongside your own whines. you’d practically melted into his body, teary eyes squeezed shut as he brutally fucks an orgasm out of you.

“shit, bae — all that talkin’ before and now you can’t say a word. s’what you get when you let papa j take all that stress away, huh?”

[gamblersdoll]

would an angst to comfort be possible with katsuki? also please do take ur time with the influx of asks!!! i’ve been sending a few myself but i am just full of ideas 😭 don’t feel pressured to do them and take care of yourself!

angsty, idk what to tell you.

“you be pissin’ me off alot.” he rubs his temples, sighing heavily and rolling his eyes. he doesnt even remember why the fuck you both were arguing. the argument started an hour ago, so what the fuck were you arguing about? “the fuck are you mad about again?”

you scoff, “how the fuck—“ you sigh and circle yourself. “we were talking about some topic you brought up and you didnt like my fuckin’ answer! because you always have to be right.”

“i always have to be right? how many fucking times were you wrong about shit?” he barks back, jaw tight and eyes tight.

“i know when im wrong, and some times i dont have the patience to deal with your ass.”

“patience to deal with what?!” he asks, borderline shouting and talking with his hands. a bigger trait he got from you, two years ago.

“the fact that whenever we discuss anything, you have to be right. even when you know youre wrong, you have to have the last word, to be superior!” you talk with your hands too, the original. you start shouting as well, “you always start some damn topic you see online, then you talk to me about it to get my views on it,” you breathe deeply, keeping an eye on him. “and yet when you dont like my responses, my views, it gets very hard to see if you are trying to show me your viewpoint or if you just want to feel right about something, too.”

“yeah, like youre never right about anything, either.” he gets louder, “you also have to be right about anything and everything. like last fuckin week.”

“bitch, you were talking about using a arts and craft tool— for fucking clay to try and use it for your skin because ‘it essentially the same fucking thing’ and im the one more in tune with skincare shit.”

he sighs, bouncing his knee in agitation. because youre right. he did just want to be right at times. its a trait from his mother, you know? sometimes she also just wanted to be right. maybe it was a thing in his family tree, he recognized this conversation to he and his mother.

its why they are on better terms. closer, even.

“yer’ right.” he starts, standing up and getting close. “alot of times, i just have to feel right.” he mumbles into your hair, kissing it.

you sigh through your nose, embracing him too and tight. the wave of anger and hurt immediately washes, because if one thing katsuki can do, was at least take accountability, even if he needed help.

“im sorry, princess.” he says, looking deep into you and you can tell hes scared, scared of losing you. “i dont want to lose this good thing, either.”

“dont be sorry, just be better.” you say, a small smile on your face and he smiles too, shaking. “i love you.”

“love you most.”

“please dont use arts and craft shit on your face.”

“yes maam.”

[nejjirez]

"MINE"

pairing: e!42 miles x blk! fem reader

genre: fluff , protective miles

miles = dark purple you = pink (naisa is you)

a/n: whew lawrd i got so many damn books to post .. yall in for some treats good JESUS , but trust ima get yall requests soon i promise

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you were walking back home from the store , it wasn't too far away from where you live , so walkin won't a problem .

on the way back you heard your phone buzz , taking it out of your pocket to see who texted you. "1 new message from: Miless 💘."

miles was texting you to ask where you were at , worried on why you weren't home yet since he was at your house. you texted back smiling , reassuring him that you'll be fine , and your're on the way. butttt miles looked over that , and face timed you.

when you answered , he was side eyeing the camera , on the game that he set up in your room. "didnt i tell you to ask me before u use my tv?" you sighed , looking around your room to see what else he had done.

"yeaa sorry ma , my ass was bored waitin on u , but where you at?" miles fully turned his head towards the camera , squinting trying to make out where you were at.

you put your face all up in the camera , makin faces and laughing. "ma im not playin , where are you" he put his controller down , speaking in a more serious tone which made you back up from the screen.

"chill , im on my way ri-" suddenly , a boy who looked about your age came up to you , cheesin away. you kept walking , not interested.

the boy started walking behind you , trying to talk to you which .. didnt play out well. "yoo u from here?" he managed to catch up to you , trying to walk beside you.

miles heard the male's voice which caused his head to shoot towards the phone , picking it up looking around your surroundings.

"yea , i'm from my man's place , move along ." you snarled , walking faster looking at your phone to see miles with the most annoyed facial expression ever.

"aye not gon lie he prolly a bitch like most niggas round here , i could fs do better lil ma" this was miles last straw .. womp womp.. "oh hell na ." miles said before taking a good look at where you were , and hanging up.

the boy heard the voice coming from your phone as you walked faster , causing him to laugh. "aye was that him? see he prolly mad at u now , come fuck wit a real nigga" at this point you were irritated , not wanting miles to be mad at you because someone else tried talking to you.

"nigga fuck off , been said i got a man thats yo cue to leave . actually that ain't even my man , we married. so bye.." you went to imsg on your phone trying to text miles to get this boy away from you as soon as possible , he was pissin you off at this point.

miles texted you back with a simple "omw mami." which caused you to look around , seeing if he was anywhere in sight.

after a few minutes of this bum still tryna talk to you and follow you , you felt hands around your waist walking with you , causing you to quickly turn around trying to move until you noticed it was your bf , miles.

"the fuck?? this yo man?" he looked miles up and down , which pissed the both of yall off. you opened your mouth to say something , but before you could talk , miles did.

"nah nigga im her husband , i know u heard her say she taken so why u still tryna fw her? take yo big boosie fade head ass on somewhere bruh and getchu a retwist , yo ass got butterfly locs atp" miles laughed a lil at his own joke , meanwhile you were crackin tf upp

the boy side eyed yall , and walked off mad asf , you and miles were still crackin up at the back of this nigga head , retwists do not exist to him

"ight ight jokes aside , you lmk when shit like that happen we cant have niggas lookin like THAT tryna fuck wit you naisa" he wiped a few lil tears from his eyes due to laughing , you did the same.

"nigga did not give up.." you thought of the things the boy said , making you cringe.

miles put his arm around you , walking back home and kissed you on your forehead.

"mine."

[the-delusion-corner]

I wanna see Yuta biting the curb in 4k he deserves to die in this sacrifice

Using Gojos body AS A WEAPON after death, like come on. Us Gojo fans wanted GOJO back, not fucking Yuta using his body willy fucking nilly

The hate towards yuta is VERY much deserved, would love to see him bite the curb, slashed, kicked around, anything, never liked him anyway

Stop riding his dick and grow up, yuta shouldve died in 0 💀

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK DID I JUST READ IM SORRY???

Like look, I simply do not care if you like Gojo or you don't, or whether you like Yuta or you don't but this is just mad.

First of all can I just say, BITING THE CURB IS NOT SOMETHING TO SIT AND USE LIGHTLY, yes Yuta is fictional but the depiction of it is plain evil anyway, you shouldn't ever want someone to bite the curb, no matter who they are.

And I CAN GRIEVE MY OWN FAVOURITE CHARACTER IM SORRY?? He's made a massive massive sacrifice here, his own life at the expense of trying his best to help this fight end, to hopefully aid a good outcome. He's on the brink of death and has made a major self sacrifice despite being 17 years old.

You "gojo fans" can want your man back all you damn want, he's not coming back, it's gege we're talking about. But your precious man gets sliced in 2 and gets worshipped and praised all over the Internet, Yuta gets sliced in 2 and just gets hated on like there's no tomorrow.

I don't give a single fuck if you like or dislike characters, but don't be coming into my ask box saying shit like that. Grow the actual fuck up, and let people view Yuta's sacrifice as their own grieving event if they want to.

Actually shut the fuck up, great job at pissin me off

[miraruinada]

From the secretive cabin hidden deep within the jungle comes the opinions of Ignacio Otxo Alter, whether his service is necessary or not he's the right man for the job, the straight shooter that shook up the world is taking them all on and lickin' em good, this is Ignalter's Talk.

"Hey trespassers, this here Ignalter's Talk. The sun's beatin' down, won't be for long, so let's hit the pile."

Teresa Space Program in Budgetary Crisis.

"Long as man's been huntin' boar by starlight, he's been lookin' up and shoutin' I wanna go on that moon and we did cuz we said we would, but now these space princes are goin' 'round demandin' all the coin the count can carry so they can keep gallivantin' in their rockets 'til the cicadas spring out the mud. Well, it's time Molly Coddle and 'er bright pink parasol got ripped offa shitter and made to smell 'er own business. Now I kill a man or two in my life, but that don't make me no judge so's I don't pass no judgement, but you gotta be full as a tick on stump liquor to keep on a spendin' an' a got these three lil chickens peckin' on my head will save spacemen some coin. No more buildin' giant space pricks what for pissin' on the cosmos. Man wants to go to space can strap on a helmet, climb in the cannon, let the gunpowder carry 'im off among the stars. Else they grab some of 'em green spacemen, slice 'em head to bread an' let 'em know was Nacho whodunnit, this space progr'm ain't long for this world and I'm puttin' that on my predication list."

Ignalter's Prediction List:

Space program will fail.

'Nother war.

Crook Chaldea will look to ban my chaw.

Anglish fitting to rise up.

Ain't heard the last of that Tesla fellow.

Salmonella illness traced to chicken meat from Gallo company.

"Back on the pile. The empire's callin' back more chickens they say is contaminated with the chicken curse. Well, I say, no good chicken soup be fine if you're too lazy to strangle yer own bird, maybe a week on the range'll straighten you out."

The Clicker Segment

"Alright, next talk. My telegraph man in the hills just sent me a message on the clicker. Now, I get a hundred dozen o' these messages all day an' I can't read 'em accountin' my bad eyes. So Nascnan lady picks 'em out, the good ones and, well, come on Nascnan lady. You can sit for a while, but keep your boots on."

"To Nacho. Stop. And what about these gacha rates? Stop."

"Ya know, that gamblin' always sneaks in when half season's over and purloins the very thread from my hankie. That's why I'll die 'fore I roll and I don't respect none but a man what ain't lost a fortune in whalin'."

"That's right, that's why we gotta fix the gacha rates so that--"

"Damn right. We gotta take sanctuary in the mountains. Gotta group the workers in 'em towns and make our own army up in the hills there."

"Well, I wouldn't resort to revolution, but I do think that people should be made aware--"

"You big wuss! You talk about slittin' that hog's throat ear to ear, and you wanna caress it and call it sweet Sally! Get outta my cabin! Git 'fore Mondragon starts a barkin'!"

"What is your problem?"

"Pink at the core, little yellow belly. Now you stick with us cuz we got a fine jam from the fair and we're gonna stick it to a horse so we don't lose our mind."

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

playboyy ep 12 stray thoughts

- “damn i hate myself” real

- first soong being cute 🥹🥹

- you know shits about to get emotional when the soundtrack switches to yoiyami

- “you called me a friend when you weren’t pretending to be nant” AND WHAT IF I LOSE MY MIND

- zouey and nont besties agenda

- OH GOD ZOUEY BACKSTORY wait noooooo

- i guess the evidence is staying hidden then like boy are they in their failvestigator era oh nvm they found something (that they already knew but still that’s more than they usually get

- promnont !!!

- hold on they finally showing zoueyteena. they can never just give a quick handy either always gotta be invoking the religious implications of a renaissance painting… good for them (yes i include the popcorn scene in this) also top zouey truthers this one was for you!!!

- what are you hiding under that tarp zouey 🤨🤨 i think it’s of nant

- hold on teena’s necklace lmao. is the t for troy no it’s for *too sleepy to finish the bit*

- NO GET A JOB!! STAY AWAY FROM HER!!!

- finna beat the shit out of jason lee give me 10 seconds i could take him out

- what does he mean by keep an eye on…

- oop that scarf zouey in his horse girl era

- THEY DOING WHAT TO WHO?!?!?

- she is not scared of them at all like two absolute kitty cats of toruturers MEKEKFKKRKRJFJFJF NOT THE DUSTERS I CANT

- the drop of sweat deserves an award for perfect timing and i’m being so serious about this

- AHH PROMNONT i can’t handle them being affectionate like it makes me lose my oh not the fuckass product placemntsjdjjdjdjrjrjjejdjr you know what i got me some promnont crumbs i’ll take it

- so i’m gonna see this scene expanded in fic later right 👀 i’ll give a million kisses to anyone who decides to do it

- they can never argue using simple sentences it’s always “i feel bad that you feel bad that i felt bad” and “im mad that you got mad that i got mad” and “if you have a problem that we have a problem than the problem is you’re invalidating my feelings” “i didn’t think you would think about me thinking” like besties….

- see but zouey was kinda right… why is he being made the bad guy, first and captain kinda pissin me off

- girl YOU got him expelled. captain needs to be fr

- NONT WITH THE BIG PANT CROPPED SHORT COMBO THATS MY MAN

- these college athletes are plain evil

- puen lowkey the only one in this show consistently talking sense. i hope he gets his licks back on these bum bitches cause i’ve had it with them

- the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the coloring the projection the projection the projection

- THE. HESS BOARD BEING PROJECTED PLAYBOYY SURREALISM FOR THE WON ONCE AGAIN

- captain talking big game for someone who took sneaky clips. hoping this shows growth on his part cause deep down im still rooting for him

- captain sweaty blow up the whole establishment i support you

- NO CAPTAIN THATS NOT WHAT I TOLD YOU TO DO THATS VERY MUCH MOT WHAT I JUST SAID YOU LITTLE BASTARD

- ooo the outro track finally making sense!! kejrjejdnjdj

- i love the when soong carries first

- oh more food, user @jeffsatyr i’m so sorry

- firstsoong enthusiasts we are so back oh there goes firsts fuckass dad

- captain needs to stop picking fights AND CAPTAINS A YANKEES fan i can’t defend him anymore

- puen fight back!!! he was going easy on captain cause he’s a nice little boy oh shit now aobs gonna kill captain isn’t he…

- captainkeenpuen enthusiasts don’t lose hope!!! we can still win!!

- aobpuen enthusiasts were so back

- THE COLORING THE COLORING THE COLORING

- the characters and 'accurately assessing the media their in' saga continues

- porsche looks like such a baby here. jump listen to porsche pls do not see him again

- cry by johannes bornlof is playing they fr pulling out the nuthphop ballads for the other couples today

- puen is my boy and i will lay down my life for him actually

- NONT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT IM GONNA WALHAT WHAT WYHAHW ok sorry yall him with the gun did sumn to me

- nont once again will not be caught slacking holding someone at gun point be damned AND ITS CAPTAIN WITB THE STEAL POLL?!?!?!?

- nont… i need to know how he picks outfits like did he want the color to match the gun????

- nont chuckling in the corner... i fear he’s lost it

- playboyy once again with the themes of tech and privacy

- captain is lucky puen is lowkey a pacifist

- nont and captain: torturing aob and puen for info about the murder, zoueyteena: painting time !!

- oh my god yall im getting chills like fr speechless i am so…

NUTH MY BABY BOY

- nuth coming through with his amateur directorial visions let’s gooooo

- nont being like “please do a little bit of torture, just for me, please 🥺”

- he playing the funeral violin oh it’s not ending well oh god

- jason lee you will crumble i am so serious about this count your mother fucking days

- nuth scurrying away in the back… also nont where is your marksmanship now

- puen keeps suffering tremendously and he doesn’t deserve a single second of it. free my boy he fr has never done anything wrong

- i think i was right and nuths screenplay is autobiographical

- THEYRE PLAYING AMBIVRLANT THOGUHTS AGAIN NUTHPHOP PIANO BALLAD ENTHUSAISTS WE STAY WELL FED

- nuthphop my beloveds i love them so fucking much you don’t get it no wait why he deleting them oh shit ! phop play shitty games win shitty prizes dawg

- welp

yall this might be one of the strongest eps in a hot minute i loved this one had me at the edge of my seat the whole time

[erwinsmeet]

rudy and maddie lowkey pissin me off bro. like i get that shippers made yall uncomfortable, and im genuinely sorry but this shit literally happened years ago and yall are literally fuckin actors. like you/your characters are the main point of the damn season, the least you can do is stand next to each other in one picture. its your job. if chase and madelyn can do it after everything went down, i assure you, you can too!!! ❤️❤️ and rudy just looking miserable during the one interview with maddie like are u shitting me. youre not even sitting next to her or any of the other girls for that matter. and him liking everyone else’s post of interviews and the premiere and shit except maddies??? grow up maybe? they are quite literally just doing it to themselves at this point and it baffles me how they can just let such an important friendship like that just go to waste. anyway. dont even get me started on el*ine. the way she rubs the fact that shes dating it in everybodys face like okay girl we get it.

[mtnsedge]

「  @propheresy​​​ said,   “ PEOPLE ARE GONNA COME LOOKING FOR ME. ”  」

“Will they?”

A ache blossoms in his chest as he sits in front of his niece. The pain is nothing sentimental, rest assured — a pinched nerve somewhere in his shoulder, or perhaps too much strain placed upon his lungs. He imagines Joseph would prefer it if he softened his heart to her, this girl he thought he’d killed years ago, tubes pinched between his wavering fingers in some hospital down in Georgia. He’s heard the tale before, half-confession and half-decree. God spoke, and so his brother obeyed. 

Jacob wonders even still if it were some backhanded response to his own defiance, rather than guilt, that prompted the Father to recount the slaying. A threat that none were safe if his daughter wasn’t.

Botched slaying, Jacob thinks with some measure of derision. 

It’s terribly ironic, poetic in the way his brothers love but Jacob hates; success would have prevented this. He doubts Joseph would have been so lax as to let either of his brothers escape, had God condemned them as He had his daughter. 

Regardless, she is a present threat to be dealt with, not a past memory to dwell upon. 

“When will that be, d’you reckon? It’s been...” Jacob pauses, mulls the passage of time. Beraiah, ever faithful, ever steadfast, had dutifully plucked her from the bosom of the Valley within hours of his handler ordering the capture. 

Five days ago. His boy works fast, can scent a heretic better than any of his wolves. She is not here in their clutches because of any negligence on her part. She is here because the Father willed it, and his soldiers obeyed.

“Five days. Nearly a week of shittin’ in the corner of that cage, pissin’ your trousers, sleepin’ in the cold. When d’you think all those good, kind people you helped save will break you outta this kennel?”

A redundant question, he knows. It’s half the reason he’s asked it. Abandonment protrudes from her chest like a hunting knife, and Jacob takes his time twisting it. 

“That ‘resistance,’ those Cougars at the prison, the Whitetails...” Scorn drips from his words, not least of all when the final epitaph passes his lips. Some militia. Eli’s frightened band of pretend-soldiers, cowering in their bunker, wondering who among them will turn when the right tune passes through their ears.

“You’d ‘ve heard the gunfire. It echoes in these mountains. Not a peep. They’re all sittin’ around with their thumbs up their asses. They know where you are. I don’t bother to hide it.”

Jacob reaches through the bars of the cage, grabs Miriam by the jaw and squeezes. “So when the fuck’re they comin’ ?”

He halfway expects her to snap at his fingers like the feral mutt she is. A gnarled hand shoves her away as he leans back in his seat, the ache in his chest spreading to his sternum. God damn his lungs for their tender flesh, and God damn the military for pumping chemicals into it in hopes that he would die in some desert before he could complain about it. 

“You know just as well as I do. No one’s comin’. Not those fuckin’ hicks down in the Valley, not those pretend-soldiers Eli sends out to die every day. Not that little friend of yours, either. One of Faith’s Angels, fella with the flesh rottin’ off his face.” A dry, flat laugh rasps out past his cracked lips, the sound turning into a heavy cough. 

Well, that describes all of Faith’s zombies, doesn’t it?

“Had quite a look to ‘im when he first came to us. All his hair, his guitar, head hangin’ down low ‘cause he’d lost his way.” Jacob wipes his mouth with a cloth caked in dirt, olive-drab and spackled with the rust of his own organic decay. “What’s his name, again? Michael?”

Jacob swipes at his mouth again and tastes iron on his tongue. 

“He ain’t comin’ here to help you. Reckon he’s thrilled you’re with us, gettin’ to know the family. He’s been a good boy, your Michael. Maybe you ought’a join ‘im here.”

He says it as if his first impulse isn’t to shoot her dead. 

“Or is it John you want?” 

Ah, his baby brother. Had Joseph let him order his Chosen to kill the bitch dead, John never would have spiraled into this obsession with the girl, tethering his salvation with hers. In part, Jacob’s hunt had been to sever the cord between them. But the knife needs to be twisted further. Miriam is just as stubborn and degenerate as any Seed that came before her.

“No, no...” Jacob shakes his head, glares down at his captive. “Johnny ain’t gonna be seein’ you for a long time, niece.”

[s0uljacker]

The Midnight Vanguard - by me

Sometimes life ain’t got shit going in it.

Got me riding round like I am on a mission.

One way that I know to go and get it.

Ghost every body I don’t fuck with anybody 

Hating everybody is a motherfucking hobby.

I’ma set a bomb in the motherfucking lobby.

Cause when that thing comes rising all around me

Ima take it straight to the motherfucking ground E I’m on this shit like a mission 

I don’t give a fuck who you kissing 

It’s everybody I’m dissing 

Yeah every corpse that I’m pissin 

It’s based off intuition 

I took some blades and some missiles 

The way I know to solve issues After that you need tissue 

And it depends on the venue 

Different people gon feel you

And others they hate you

Don’t nobody want date you

So I go raping?????

Wait retract that statement!!!!!!!

I don’t know what I am saying. I’ma pack all my hate into a fucking cigarette. 

I’ma spin the wheel of death. 

I’m a take it to a nest.

I don’t give this shit a rest

Over use it till I fell

Mother fuck a wishing well

I’m a ride this road to hell that I'm on Alone in the valley,

I don’t know what I am doing 

I done gone and lost my pursuit and,

Really just a lost full man.

Overused tool can.

So go head and shoot me

Followed by looting.

Asking what was I doing so you discard my body

I don’t deserve anybody

Im gonna rot on the pavement 

That shit right there is a statement

What I do lately?

Had regret since a baby

Acted to shady.

Never could keep a lady Sometimes life ain’t got shit going in it.

That’s why it’s up to you to go and get it.

Riding around the valley when I should’ve been dipping,

Caught in your quicksand then started slipping.

Fuckers like you be the first to get faded.

All of that bullshit stay over rated.

Hive mind fuckers gotta stay so sedated 

Only time I care is when the blunt gets rotated. I guess I’m too jaded.

You see like as of damn lately.

I’ve taken mental vacations.

To different lands and some places.

I had a wife and a baby. 

I tend to dream that shit daily.

I ruled the land as a king.

The sun shined down upon me. So you move forward

Right through the door bruh

It’s just me and some cobras

And we getting to know ya.

For some hour long torture 

And see yeah I ain’t no doctor 

But sir your not looking well

Extract your heart go to hell Does my name ring a bell?

See I am the guy that rebelled

I jumped right off yeah I fell

But they know I fought well

My avant garde is the spell

I fought the demon cartel

I’m on that new age pastel I see her face in my dreams

But she does not look at me

I’m asking why don’t you see.

A man that wants to be free.

Me you and kid makes a three.

The thought it feels me with glee

Now I’m sitting like damn

I don’t know even know who I am.

Asking what was the plan.

Am I even a man?

Things that I can’t understand 

Stuck with my face in my hand

Escaping tarnishing lands

From the time, winds and sand

The Midnight Vanguard, is just who I am.

[cathode-ray-rube]

im so damn tired its pissin me off and i woke up from my nap too early and couldnt get back to sleep and now i gotta take another nap or be cranky like a toddler im never workin til 10pm then going to work at 6am the next morning again they can piss up a rope

[ironcladrhett]

Aye. That he does... that he does. Hah, wishful thinkin', lass! Would be a fuckin' sight if that bastard was ever anythin' less than a bastard. Kinda like me, in that way. [...] Suppose I didn't contribute much good to that upbringin', if m'honest. [...] Do love 'im, though, despite him pissin' me off all the damn time. Guess that's family. All I got, really. [...] Fer the record, yer a fuckin' knockout chef, anyone ever tell ya that??

So, he’s been a bully his whole life then? Makes sense knowing that he’s a— Sounds like he has little brother syndrome. I should have realized it sooner, it’s so clear now. […] Oh, yeah I— I never asked him about his parents, it didn’t seem right t— Well good thing he has you. And me. We’ll set him straight!

[gamblersdoll]

hey sugar, I just wanted to let you know I love your writings, and that we all appreciate your hard work. I was wondering if you could do a genya nsfw writing of genya, where Genya is a bully (not really more of teasing and being annoying) and reader get fed up with him and dominates him. I hope you had an amazing day (I hope this isn’t too much of a request) love you❤️

hi sweetie, thank you! and i love you 🩶🫶🏾

nsfw, dom!reader, sub! genya, genya is a little shit. orgasm denial, oral, (f) pup play if you wanna call it that? hair pulling.

of course, genya was the annoying bully of the group. he had his own reasons, its not like he was torturing you to death.

well, in a sense he was.

it consisted of him always taking a piece of clothing and slightly yanking it, that gets annoying and old for both you and him. then a little but after, he gets reeeallly close, and just whispers things that he probably wouldnt do.

“you want me bad, dont you, cumbucket?” was one that stood out the most. sometimes you did, most times you didnt. he was just so irritating when he also got really close and put a hand on your bare skin of your thigh, just leaving it there and not paying attention.

today, that changed. you finally had enough of his annoying behavior and decided to see how he liked it.

“he-hey!” he turned red in the face, supporting himself on his arms and looking up to you. “t-this is supposed to be backwards! why the fu–ahah!” he stuttered into a moan, feeling your tender and delicate hands fondle his balls through his boxers.

“i bet it was, gen-ya..” you seductively say, eyes low and pulling his length out of his boxers. “you wanted to play big dog, but you know who is.”

and he damn near choked when you started to slow suckle his tip, feeling it in his tip all the way down to his toes.

“i–i oh god..” he moaned, not realizing his body had gone flat now, hand covering his eyes and shaking. “y-youre gunna make me cum—“ he whines, not daring to look up at you and he feels it coming..

until it didnt.

“h-huh?” he shakily says, looking back to you and seeing youve completely detached yourself from him. “i-i was going to..”

“you think you deserve it after pissin’ me off each day?” you snicker, cooing but mean. “oh, youre a dumb mutt. no, youre going to make me cum. then, ill think about letting you get off.”

a mutt?

..oh, hes back to being rock solid from that. and it makes you giggle.

he crawls out of the bed, getting onto his knees and looking up to your eyes, but also your exposed cunt. your expectant look gives away your mood, and he licks a long stripe up your slit.

“there you go, see? being good now.” you breathe out, biting your lip and gripping his hair. you hear him moan, hands gripping at the fat of your thigh and you look back to him.

“please.. pull harder, make me feel it.” he begged, oh was he trying to be good now?

“this what you want?” you ask, pulling harder until he was slightly raised off his knees. it wasnt enough to pull him up completely. he nods eagerly, suckling on your clit.

“yes maam..” he moans, saliva dribbling out of his mouth and making droplets to the floor.

“fuck, youre going to make me cum.” you breathe out in a snicker, moving his head against your cunt to make a grind out of him. “fuuck!”

his eyes roll back, flattening his tongue to make use of him. he feels your essence drip, drip, drip onto his tongue, the burn of his scalp was all he needed. and he took a hand to his cock to feel something.

you push his head away, pulling your panties up along with your shorts, so he pops the question.

“a..am i able to—“

“hell no, im still pissed at you. gonna have to make it up to me for a long, long time, mutt.”

[jangofctts]

“hi keida!! take all the time you need to heal ☺️”

“ok that’s enough time. give me free content 😡”

but seriously pls take your time. you are so loved and it’s not just because of ur writing. the whores (affectionate) are infinitely more concerned about your health than your writing and we love and appreciate you and want you to be happy and healthy more than anything. you could never post another piece of fanfic again and you will still always have HORDES of people who will always be there for you. you do what you want WHEN you want. i love you!!!!!!! -🍑

THANKS BABES I APPRECIATE!! like I want to write and im motivated to do so recently so it's all ok but like akjrekrh these anons be pissin me off sometimes and like I know they mean well and im so happy that everyone's been enjoying my work but!!! hot damn I can only write so fast without it feeling rushed and sloppy

[bakatenshii]

don’t u hate it when ur just tryna beat ur meat but ur too busy being mad at a sakusa icon :///

i wish your writing wasn't so good cause you as a person piss me off

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

thoughts on china v usa but im sleepy so its blunter than usual

its wild that this is both teams first match considering this is one of the top matchups. like 2016 gold medalists v 2021 gold medalists. and then the players too

its fun watching haleigh washington and yuan xin yue meet as middles at the net (though i kinda want usa to throw dana retke in there to see two 6'8/203 play opposite eachother). theres two veterans on the court with zhu ting and jordan larson, we got annie drews and li ying ying as opposing letfies like this match is fun as hell.

set 1:

ill never get over watching zhu ting play...

the us doesn't feel solid yet idk what it is but theres a missing connection

china has gotten off to a strong start too but they dont feel comfortable yet. maybe its just first match cause i said same thing this morning and yesterday

the way i said "they need to put skinner in" and then they did and now shes scoring like!!! yall need some agression on offense!! also i love skinner shes so fun to watch

set 2

it must be said but wong-orantes is one of the best liberos rn like just fantastic

i need skinner to become a starter outside

yuan xin yue!!!!!!! lets gooooooo!!!

oh look whose on court SKINNER and in for cook finally what were we waiting for

usa does not have an answer for zhu ting, which is understandable but still (not that im mad lemme see her go on runs)

usa needs to feed the middle a lot to have an effective offense it seems. on the one hand both middles are amazing but on the other i need more action from the sides

last set 25-20 china now up 25-18 like us what are we doing...

i hope we see a point breakdown cause it feels like washington and ogbogu carrying...

AND THATS WHY ZHU TING IS A LEGEND

(that clip of china in rio... yuan xin yue is so cute omg)

set 3

ok commentators pissin me off but theyre right saying the us going with receivers is biting them in the ass cause they not receiving and they not scoring so now youre down 2-0. this strategy just wont work against a team as efficient as china lets be real. maybe if this was turkiye or poland...

skinner and plumber starting and doing well.... mixed feelings cause on the one hand i wanted this change but on the other i was going on and on this morning during ned v tur about veteran players and i guess i was wrong sljflakjf

yuan xin yue and then washington again like this is a middles match what did i say!!

skinner being 6'1 but looking so small and cute like this is my baby monster

li ying ying was quiet in set 2 i feel lets bring some fire!!

drews put your hair back in a bun and get to work lets gooooo

usa/nbc/peacock whoever the fuck is fucking up this coverage o im missing whats happening SHOW THE FUCKING MATCH YOU ANNOYING ASS BITCH ASS SET OF ASOLUTE MOUTHS OMGGGG GET THEYRE FUCKASS INSTA POSTS OFF MY SCREEN YOUR COMMENTARY IS SHIT YOUR GRAPHICS ARE SHIT BAR WAS ON THE FLOOR AND YOURE STILL FUMBLING AT THIS POINT JUST SHUT UP AND KEEP THE CAMERA PLANTED

zhu ting with the almost footsave skdjfakjf

ANNIE DREWS IS AWAKE LETS GO

skinner better call her club team and ask for a raise cause shes coming in clutch in her debut olympic match

24-16 usa its almost like yall needed a good offense in order to score

plumber and skinner saved the set like they got everyone else fired up too

set 4

the anouncers talking about which college this players played on. she is thirty talk about the club that pays her like damn. i know this is probable for americans but still

usa still tipping when its not worked the whole game.... like the block is just too high youre doing really well with full swings go with them. and i remember the coach yelling this during vnl to stop tipping... i wonder whats happening here

it feels so good watching skinner play so well and score so much after spending the first 2 sets begging them to make her a starter

china where is your efficiency from set 2 lets get that back!!!

usa fans chanting usa... top 10 most annoying things to happen during a match dont make me boo you

gong xi yu getting that angle is impressive the set was very tight

and see whats scoring? combinations and full swings lets stick to this!!!

annie drews is awake awake she said let me make up for set 1

wheels come off for china a bit... where are the receives from earlier

what is it with setters and lying about block touches aslfjakj

i really like the way poulter is running the offense this set

set 5

chinas pins have been strong enough im surprised were not seeing more of li ying ying

you cannot give yuan x. y. an overpass shes gonna make you eat it each time!!

some defensive breakdowns for china.... lets settle down yall

gong coming to the party now too lets go service- welp

AHHHH THE STUFF BLOCK?!??!!?!?!? LI YING YING!!!!

aces for washington!!!!

li ying ying lookin like mvp of set 5 the angles are wild

wang yuan yuan you've been quiet but you aint asleep lets goooo

larson as a serve sub? inch resting lets see oh shit it worked

AND CHINA BEATS DEFENDING GOLD MEDALISTS

that was indeed a fun match ahhhhh im so happy were getting vball again

[de-ac-ti-va-te-d-blog]

    no offense but sometimes yall can be a bit Rude.