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I just completed reading Abandoned and it you aced it!!!😭😭
Can't wait for the next chapter love💖
And yeah that guy who was following her I think it was jeongin (I.N. from skz) from the facility coz it was mentioned he has a fox like apperance and his name was also mentioned in the first chapter.
Thank you so much! Got my giggle and kicking my legs in the air over here lol.
Next chapter should come out soon 😭
That’s an interesting idea, let’s see if you are right or wrong.
(If you wanna continue texting and me know it’s you without leaving anon you can add an emoji for example 😵💫,🫧 ect.
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Hey Jeremiah, what's your favorite type of cheese?
"Parmesan? I don't know what kind of question this is, but unless there's pasta involved or some other sort of Italian food then I don't know." Jeremiah shrugged. "You planning on cooking for me or something?"
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So I watched TLOU last night and loved it! Also read your Joel fics and they were amazing as always! I just have a question for you? Since most of your fics have readers where they are pregnant or get pregnant is there one where a reader and Joel have a baby? Honestly it’s just a question and not an ask! Love your work!❤️😘
Well, you've figured out my little 'living vicariously through fic' plot of pregnancy/kids. 😂
I actually have two fics already kind of planned that will include pregnancy/children. 💜
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please dont mass tag
look im gonna be real, mass tagging is how ive always tagged and its whats easy for me. half the time i mindlessly add my tags and dont realize how many i actually put in there. that being said i don’t really like having very few tags on my posts and this is the first time im hearing about it bothering people
on another note im a little surprised this is my first inbox thingy. but if you have a problem with the way i tag you have the right not to interact. theyre my posts and i put what i believe will get me the most reach
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I love Tumblr because nothing matters here truly. There are no influencers. Having followers doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a site where people post their sporadic thoughts and rb pretty pictures. Anyone who thinks any of this matters is woefully missing the point
#I joined tumblr for the aesthetics and now I’m here bc it’s the most low pressure social media to be on#Instagram is ppl’s highlight reel but Tumblr is where u see their pure thoughts unobstructed and I adore that#It’s very nice to have people to relate to and is def the main appeal to me but I don’t think there’s much more to it than that genuinely#Monetization on tumblr isn’t a thing and probably won’t be so it feels stupid to put more stake than necessary in it. Like you’re in the#Trenches over tumblr of all things. Embarrassing#I know chronically online people exist bc I have seen them in my or somebody else’s inbox but imagine waking up at 70 one day and the#Realization hitting u like a freight time that u wasted all ur time thinking tumblr. TUMBLR. This dying website. Has enough weight for u to#be sending anon hate or reviewing ppl’s blogs like they’re some kind of product. Brother this is licherally tumblr#I choose to laugh at this behavior than take it seriously bc absolutely no one is driving me crazy on my OWN blog. On tumblr dot com.#I refuse#I will do whatever I want forever etc
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fb!matt seeing the bulge while you guys are fuckin and goes crazzzyyyyy like pushing it yeah you feel that baby? all from me huh? (omg im going INSANE please write about this i need this SO much, i miss him SO bad)
matt's eyes drifted to where you two connected as he pumped in and out of you, infatuated with the way your needy cunt swallowed him, parting your puffy folds. you whined and writhed beneath him in the cutest way, moans like music to his ears—that’s when it caught his attention: a nice swell in your lower stomach that made his ego inflate instantly, disappearing each time he’d pull his cock back.
“holy shit,” he mutters in a cocky drawl, a small grin now tugging at his lips as one of the hands that was once holding you in place but the hips lets go to rest on the bulge he was creating.
broken moans escape you when you feel him instinctively beginning to speed up him movements, like a fire had been ignited within him. you were completely caught off guard, beginning to babble at him. “ahn-! oh, m- matt, what-“ you start, unable to finish your sentence as matt’s dick pistoned into you with no sign of letting up.
the pressure he put on the bulge added a surprising extra layer of stimulation, making your back bow off of his bed. “yeahh, y’feel that, sweetheart?” he asked, taking note of the way your eyes began to roll back, lashes batting as he fucked you so good, “got you goin’ crazy, huh? all from my dick.”
with that, his other hand moved off of your hip as well, swiftly snatching up your jaw to force your head down. “look at it,” he demanded through gritted teeth, slowing his movements to snap his hips into you in a controlled rhythm, making sure to go deep as his balls slapped against your ass, “look at that shit fillin’ you s’good.” his words emphasized with powerful thrusts, eliciting pleasured whines from your pouty lips.
he chuckled when your lashes fluttered, eyes opening to look at the way his cock made a small hill in the middle of your abdomen. allowing himself to drink in the sweaty sight of you, he hummed at your fucked out pants, knowing you were close by the way you fluttered around him.
#cvntagious#love grandma cvnty .ᐟ#✎ ꒰ rory's inbox ᝰ.ᐟ ꒱#↳ anon .ᐟ ‧₊#★ ⋮ fuckboy!matt#matt sturniolo#matthew sturniolo#matt sturniolo au#matthew sturniolo au#matt sturniolo fanfic#matthew sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplets
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He really likes hiccup
#hijack#httyd#how to train your dragon#my art#art#hiccup haddock#jack frost#hiccup#httyd hiccup#rotg#rotg jack frost#Also the ask doesnt appear on my inbox??#so here's a photoo sorry anon
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Does dca lay eggs
no, no they don't
#bun arts#dca fandom#fnaf sun#dca sun#ft. a small bit of moon!#dca inbox adventures#ANON PLEASE THIS WAS SO FUNNY#BUT NO. NO THEY DON'T LAY EGGS LMFAO
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reader getting injured because she slipped in the shower, sukuna has to help her get to the hospital, where reader gets some pain meds making her kinda high. she confesses to him while being high
content: fluff, crack. reader is in the hospital and blood is named but there’s no gore. yuuji and sukuna are siblings. i love sukuna and i need him in my life so bad… someone PLS be my sukuna
“So, just to be sure: one margherita for me and one with sausage for you?” Asks you Yuuji while putting on his shoes.
“Yup,” you answer, popping the p. “Can I just have a quick shower while you’re gone?”
“Uhhh, sure, let me go ask Sukuna,” your friend tells you smiling and rushing up the stairs of his home.
You and Yuuji have been best friends since forever. You remember the first time you both cried your eyes out at the park in kindergarten because a lizard had just eaten the ladybug you had been watching for half an hour. Since that moment you’ve been attached at the hip, your homework filled afternoons in high school turning to pizza nights when both of your work schedules allowed you to now.
“Big bro said sure,” comes Yuuji’s voice from the end of the staircase.
“I did in fact not say that,” growls Sukuna from behind him. Sukuna is the same age as you and Yuuji, but he always seemed older. Sometimes wiser, but sure as hell more annoying than his brother. Hotter, too, but that’s a topic for another time.
“I didn’t ask you to join me, big boy,” you say sarcastically, fake smiling. He crosses his arms, leveling you with a bored look.
“Yuu, if you aren’t fast enough you’re not going to find her corpse when you get back,” he tells his brother, still staring you up and down. Yuuji sighs, tired, then opens the front door.
“Make sure to not kill each other. I have a shift after this, stop bickering. You two act like siblings more than I do with you, Sukuna,” he reprimands you both. You and his brother roll your eyes at the same time, then you push him out, closing the door in his face. You turn around and find yourself face to face with Sukuna's menacing grin.
“You have 5 minutes before I come knock at the bathroom door with a kitchen knife, doll.”
You’re scrubbing yourself clean with a random pine body wash you found in the shower when the playlist you put before entering the stall stops. You’re annoyed, because now you’re forced to listen to Sukuna’s ugly songs from the bathroom wall (that he’s blasting just to annoy you), so you try to reach your phone. You’re on your tippy toes, not wanting to get out completely, when you trip and fall since you didn’t wash the soap away from your body. You bump your head on the sink in front of the shower, hard, and you muffle a whine. You close your eyes as hard as you can and open the shower head with the room spinning inside your skull.
“Don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes or you’ll fall… fuck, it hurts so bad,” you tell yourself while you speed run the end of the shower and blindly put your shirt over your head. It’s not the first time you've bumped your head on something, you were a crazy kid, so you’ve learned to open your eyes only when you physically can’t function anymore or you'll start seeing stars immediately. You barely get to put your pants on when you notice your forehead feels wet, and you didn't even wash your hair. As you get out of the bathroom wobbling you touch your head. When you open your eyes, you see blood on your hand. The room spins. You barely have time to look up and watch Sukuna coming out of his bedroom frowning before seeing black dots in your vision.
You try opening your eyes, but they feel so heavy. Your body feels rather stiff. What's this smell?
"Oh, she's waking up," a female voice softly says from somewhere next to your right.
"Thank you, miss, I got it from here," a rough voice responds.
"Make sure she drinks a lot, and keep a couple of painkillers near you. The scans show she doesn't have any internal damage, but she hit her head pretty hard. She's going to have a big bruise for a couple of days," the female voice continues. You hear the man making a sound of affirmation.
There’s a brief pause. "Your wife is very lucky. It's not every day that a man takes a woman up four flights of stairs by simple arm strength," the woman concludes sweetly, getting out of the room after he responds with a grunt and closing the door behind her.
"Your ass is lucky I lied or they wouldn’t have let me in, dumbass. Open your eyes, I know you're awake," the voice you now recognise as Sukuna says, getting closer. You try opening your eyes, managing to focus your gaze on him. Everything feels so fluffy, apart from your throat. You cough, and you think you see him rolling his eyes before getting you a glass of water and sitting beside you on a chair. You gulp it down, still feeling fuzzy, then you blink a couple of times.
You gape at him. He's cute. “You look funny,” you say, poking his cheek. He’s so squishy. Like a little mochi. A little mochi filled with strawberries. Strawberries and cream. He slaps your finger away, and you put on a hurt expression. He huffs.
“Why am I here?” You ask. The more you look at him, the more heads he seems to have.
“You fell in the bathroom,” he says, straightening up from the chair and covering your right leg with the duvet the hospital gave you. You raise an eyebrow at his gesture, and he just rolls his eyes again. “Don’t want you to also catch a cold. Yuuji would kill my ass.” You just hum.
“I caught ya when you already fainted. Yuuji came back home and panicked, but he couldn’t back out from work, so I was stuck with your ass. Took ya here but the elevator broke down. And I ate your pizza, by the way. All this is gonna cost ya 200 dollars, cash,” he lists, sprawling back onto his chair, deadpan.
Silence engulfs the both of you, and you don’t know what to say. You heard what the nurse said and you are searching for a way to bring it up, but the words in your mind are all scrambled. It’s probably the morphine that you realise they gave you, IV still attached to your left arm. You open your mouth to say something along the lines of “I’d like to thank your gym membership for this,” but instead the words that leave your mouth are-
“I’d like you to be my husband.”
His eyes snap to your widening ones. “Wait that wasn’t what-“
“Huh?” He just replies, dumbfounded. You panic, waving your hands in the air between you two.
“No, what I meant was- like- thank you for getting me up here- can you stop looking at me with your weird 16 eyes?- not that you aren’t attractive! You’re super hot! But that’s not- oh god,” you whimper, rubbing your face, noticing how you’re just making the situation worse. You prepare yourself for his snarky comeback, closing your eyes, but everything is silent.
Suddenly, you hear him snort. You crack your eyes open, touching the big cotton gauze they put on your forehead. You must be hearing things. It’s definitely the morphine, there’s no way Sukuna is actually laughing.
“Yes, I’m laughing, doll,” he says, chuckling. You widen your eyes.
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You cringe.
“Yeah, you kinda did,” he responds, smirking. You groan.
“Take me out to dinner first, damn,” he yawns. You jut your bottom lip out, frowning and giving him your middle finger. Then you register his words.
“You’d come? I mean, if I asked you out.”
“Well, if you’re paying,” he responds, shrugging. That’s still a yes, isn’t it?
He ruffles up his pink hair, black t-shirt straining across his bicep. You can’t contain the urge to poke the muscle.
“Stop touching me like I’m made of play dough, doll,” he sighs, slightly less annoyed than 5 minutes ago.
“Would you let me play with you if you were made of play dough?” you ask, words a little slurred, still poking his arm, and he flexes it. “Don’t show off,” you mumble.
“You’re even weirder when you’re drugged,” he grins. He kinda looks scary, though. If you didn’t know him, you’d piss yourself by looking at his sharp teeth.
“But would you or would you not?” You whine, dragging out the last word, letting your hand fall next to you. He misses the warmth of your hand, so instead, he just puts his on your thigh. To be warm, of course. The room is so cold. Yeah. Definitely because of the missing heat.
“Yeah doll, I would.”
#thank you to the anon who dropped this in my inbox months ago!!#sukuna x reader#sukuna fluff#ryomen sukuna#ryomen sukuna x you#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you#sukuna oneshot#sukuna jjk#sukuna crack#jjk x y/n#jjk fics#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk fanfic
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i can’t express how much i hate the word “slay”. stop saying it you sound absolutely fucking retarded. if you still say it today aug 14th IN 2024; you need to kill yourself, you are the reason the world has gone to shit faggot.
i think you need to calm down
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That YouTube video you made with y/n being the 8th member of Dream was so cute😭 ngl I love videos like that😆 but editing those must have taken a while I’m guessing? Especially putting your own subtitles on etc!
Also how have you been? I saw that you’re back to working! I hope work is treating you kindly💕
I’m doing good, it’s kinda slow searching for jobs every day but I’m keeping myself busy by learning how to bake bread🍞, find new things to cook for dinner and slowly taking up learning mandarin again since I have all the time in the world now to practice at a snail pace🐌 - 🌻 Anton
Awe ty tyyy, it did take a while but i did it slowly over time lol.
Sorry for not responding for a while med school is burying me lol. Work has been treating me alright, a lot of overtime 😭
How’s the job searching going? It’s been a while since we’ve talked :) yum bread i can it it plan when its self baked lol. Mandarin sounds hard to learn 💀 props to you on learning the language.
#inbox chat#sweet inbox messages#sweet anon#sweet message#🌻 anon#🌻#inbox anon#inbox message#inbox messages
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So, Belly, we're all dying to know who is a better kisser. Jeremiah or Conrad? :D
"I have no reason to lie, but this might come as a shock to people since it's kind of - - - unexpected." Belly shrugged her shoulders. "Out of the two? Jeremiah is the better kisser. Conrad? Well, he's good at everything else." She also never got that far with Jeremiah, so she's not sure how fair of an assessment that is BUT, oh well. "Conrad is a very good kisser too, don't get me wrong. . . Jeremiah just does this thing where you feel like you're the only person on the planet and he's like worshipping you. I don't know how to explain it, and the thing he does with his hands? Oh my God." She lets out a chuckle and shakes her head. "But Conrad, he kisses like you're the air he needs to fill his lungs, it's wanting and most of the time it's gentle, which is nice. I should stop talking now. . . "
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What is your favourite fic you have written?
OMG, that is such a hard question!!!
It would probably have to Home from my Home Series. It was the first big fic that I undertook and I was very proud of the storyline.
That or Stress Relief since that was the fic that started out this crazy ball of wax.
Thank you for asking!
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Danny gets summoned by justice league only problem is that he's in his pajamas which happen to be a superman t-shirt and pajama pants with the bat symbol on them. Danny had been in the middle of getting eight hours of sleep for once and was not amused
He’s just standing in the middle of the summoning circle, eyes half open, mouth partially agape. He was immediately transformed into his ghost form, but his clothes remained the same, just with a bonus Crown of Fire floating above his head. I’m also picturing him holding a glass of milk in one hand, because that makes it ever so slightly funnier. Like he partially woke up after the summoning began, and went to reach for a glass of milk that he got before he went to sleep. A little treat in addition to having a peaceful night.
And then he gets summoned. Someone asks if this really is the Ghost King, and the magic users begrudgingly confirm it, pointing out the crown. Superman compliments Danny’s Batman pants.
#danny phantom#dpxdc#dp x dc#revenant prompted#anon ask#in the inbox no more!#april 16th 2023#Danny is not all there atm
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set after leafpool dies, before the bonus scene w jayfeather dealing w that grief gets resolved. guess who was bitter over a certain cardboard character bitch not being included in that
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#welcome to my blog where i *gets hit on the head by an anvil and i fall to hell*#do NOT underestimate lionblaze fans. there are five of them and theyre all fucking stupid#warrior cats#lionblaze#leafpool#squirrelflight#hollyleaf#jayfeather#to the anons in my inbox this is why i havent responded am sorry... will get to u guys when im done w this monster#art#im also having a lot of trouble figuring out the alt text for this. if anyone wants to help itd be greatly appreciated T_T#added ID in alt text! ty curlfeatherstar!!!!! (made a few minor adjustments since that is still in fact leaf in the third image-#squilfs walking towards her!)
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