#it's been rough and I've been slacking on my blog

[daily-lightbulbii]

(//i don't normally do text but cw in the tags erm. i went a little off track)

[acapelladitty]

i am BEGGING for black mask x reader + choking kink. i wanna read about getting strangled by that unstable man.

Begging will get you far on this blog 😉😈

Breathless

Summary: Black Mask decides to spend some time with his number one gal.

(tw for: strangulation, rough sex, anal, dom/sub, mild sadism, free use dynamics, degradation/humiliation)

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Being Roman's number one gal had its perks and having your legs spread across his knees as you bounced your ass on his lap ranked up there with the best of them.

As soon as you entered his office and felt his eyes trawling across the low cut of your dress paired with his hand as it quickly dropped to cup as his clothed cock, you knew what he wanted.

His hands had been everywhere as you stood before him. Delving within the dress to cup roughly at your tits as he pulled them out and allowed them to hang freely. Diving up the short hemline to stroke his manicured fingers along the soft cotton on your panties as he growled and ripped them free of your skin, the elastic burning your hips where it was torn off.

What'd I tell you about these, princess? A real waste of time.

Sorry, sir.

Maybe you need a reminder of who makes the rules around here.

His fingers had fumbled with the top drawer of his desk, pulling free a small bottle of lube which made your heart stutter for a moment as arousal flooded your gut.

You knew what that meant.

Patting his thigh invitingly, he had wasted no time in freeing his cock from his slacks and stroking himself hard - grunting as you slipped atop his lap and perched carefully on his knees. Your tits in his face, his blunt teeth sunk themselves into the sensitive flesh as his fingers spread a thin coat of lube across his cock before applying the same to the rim of your ass; his regular use of all your holes making the skin there slightly puffy and ready to accept his cock whenever and wherever.

Without any foreplay or preparation, he had entered your ass, sinking himself deeply into your warm hole as you cried out in pain - the searing discomfort never any easier as he forced you to stretch and ache around him while he enjoyed the tight fit.

"Hurts, Sir." You gasp out, trying to relax and reduce the burn which made your eyes water.

"Good." Roman growls in response as his attention falls to his dark tie, fingers quickly unknotting the material as he pulls it free of his shirt. "For you anyway. It means that I still have a use for you. When these worthless holes are too loose to be any good to fuck then I'll need to find some other way to amuse myself with you."

Shuddering as he wraps his tie around your neck, you tilt your head back to allow him easier access - a move which earns you a rumble of approval as you bounce lightly on his cock. He's not gentle with the material, rapidly pulling it taut against your throat as he loops the end within his fist, almost like a leash.

"Fuck yourself on my cock and maybe I'll let your breathe once I've come."

Already feeling the pressure, you settle your hands on the arms of his chair as you pick up the pace of your movements - rapidly drawing yourself up so only the bulbous head of his cock is trapped within your ass before dropping down again to feel the burning stretch as it sparks a deep, discomforting ache in your hole. Knowing that his grip would only tighten, your movements are sloppy as you attempt to please him.

You struggle to pull in a full breath, each inhale and exhaled shaky as they fight to get past the material which is constricting your throat. A pounding sensation in your head makes the sensations all the stronger and you scream out a choked noise of anguish as rough, unseen fingers drop to pinch at your neglected clit.

"Is that what you need, baby? You want me to hurt you like this so you can come?"

And he's right. Between the ache in your ass and the sharp, almost lightning like sensation of his fingers pulling and pinching at your most sensitive nub, you can feel the arousal dripping freely from your cunt as it makes a mess of his slacks. But no matter how aroused you are or how tightly your toes curl against your own feet, it's not enough to make you come as fear prevents you from reaching that peak - knowing what the consequences are for coming without his say so.

A warm mouth adds to your hell, his lips latching around the tits which are bouncing in his face as you ride him. His mask is ice cold against your skin and you shiver as he pulls you closer with a vicious tug on the tie. A shiver which dissolves into a muted cry as his teeth clamp around your right nipple as pull at it roughly - not enough to draw blood but enough to make your body want to curl away from it.

"Si-sir, please." You choke out, the words barely legible as you begin to feel slightly light headed.

"What's wrong? Gonna come for me, whore? Do it then. Show me how much you like it when I hurt you."

Whimpering out something pathetic, your cunt clamps around his cock like a vice as his words give you the permission that you've been waiting for. The reaming pain of his cock in your ass pairing with both his cruel fingers pinching your clit and the lack of oxygen making every nerve in your body feel heightened proves too much and you come hard; your bound fingers scrambling and tearing at each other as you unleash a muted scream and drip your mess to his velvet slacks.

He's merciless as you come, chasing his own pleasure as he slams his cock into your ass without care. So lost in your own violent orgasm, you barely feel the heat of his release as he growls and floods your stinging ass with his cum.

Vision darkening, you almost sob with relief as he loosens the tie with two fingers - allowing you to inhale desperate gulps of oxygen as you fight a sudden wave of nausea. A mess in every since of the word, you almost miss Roman's next comments as he glances down at the state of his slacks and growls.

"You filthy cunt! Look what you've done to my clothes." His hand snakes up to lock around your neck, the resuming pressure making you whimper as he pulls your face close to his own - his blazing eyes shining from his onyx face. "I'll give you one minute to think of a way to make it up to me or I'll whip you so badly I'll have to buy in Elliott to fix you up again."

[favoriteboy]

- helping them do their hair/playing with it -

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 notes ! i know it's kinktober but i don't want the first thing on this blog to be straight up smut

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 warnings ! fluff,,, gn! reader, reader is implied shorter than kaveh

𓇼 heizou !

heizou has the cutest (and messiest) bedhead ever,,, it always takes him forever to get rid of it on his own- however! with you helping him he can get it done quickly.

"can you massage my head a little, i've been feeling stressed lately." an excuse to have you spend more time with you and to have you ruffle through his hair some more.

"no heizou, you have to leave for work in two minutes." you said, eyes narrowing. though, you as well would like to play with his hair for a little longer.

expect whining and pouting after that. (heizou always gets his way, most of the time at least.)

𓇼 kazuha !

you and him could be slacking off as beidou and the rest of the crew actually worked.

you would lean up against a tree and he would put his to your chest, waiting for you to caress his locks.

"your touch is always so gentle." he would whisper.

also note that he looks very, very pretty with his hair down- goodness you love him so, so much.

"is it not supposed to be?"

"hm, no. that's not what i meant- i was simply praising you, my love." he eyes closed, indicating he was clearly enjoying this.

maybe you two would be here for a while.

𓇼 kaveh !

"stop moving!" you complained as you harshly yanked the brush through kaveh's beautiful, yet tangled, hair.

"ugh, i'm trying to but your so rough! can't you- ow! be more gentle?" he snapped back, eyes narrowing as a pout plastered his face.

"can't you take care of your hair better?" you say back, but you made sure to be a little more gentle.

"maybe i could- but i think your giving me even more hair damage by doing this."

"oh shut up." you murmur, placing the brush down and picking up his pins.

"no," he replied with a grin, tilting his head down so you could properly place the pins in his hair.

[itjazzbicch]

What's His

Pairing:  Kensei Muguruma x Fem Lieutenant! Reader 

First time writing for Kensei so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Taking charge for the day, the reader hopes to end her days of duties with some self care, only to be interrupted and when Kensei comes to see her, she has more business to attend to...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!)  (Swearing, spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex)

Word Count: 960 

"Come on! You mean to tell me that's all you kids got?!"

There could never be too much fun while training, leading for the day while Kensei was attending a meeting and handling some business, the others not fond of my ways as Shuhei was on the ground, panting and complaining:

"Give us a break! We've been at it forever!"

"Forever?!" Scoffing with my arms crossed, I turned my nose and cut them some slack, "I wouldn't say forever, but fine! We can call it a day for combat training."

"Thought I'd never see the day," Shuhei whispered under his breath, not thinking that I heard, till my voice had him running out the door along with everyone else:

"It's not too late to change my mind!"

I don't think I've ever seen him move so quickly, managing to get a laugh out of that, then heading back to my room in the barracks. Stepping inside and stripping, ready for the shower, holding a towel to my chest as my door suddenly whipped open:

"LIEUTENANT L/N-" One of the squad members had the nerve! Just standing there frozen, "I am so sorry!"

"What the hell do you want?!" I groaned, staring into his soul with hellfire eyes filled with annoyance.

"Captain Muguruma-"

"No need, I'm right here," Kensei flash stepped, blocking me from his vision, an intense glare in his eyes too, commanding, "Now, beat it."

"Y-Yes sir!" Kensei had the poor guy stuttering, earning my attention too as he spoke no words, only staring at me, eyebrow beginning to twitch.

I could always read him and have a general idea of what was going through his head, noticing that he seemed to be upset with me somehow.

"Gosh, can't even take a shower," I mumbled to myself, sighing and speaking up to him, "Alright. What did I do to piss you off now?"

"I actually came to make sure you kept up with training while I was gone," Now, he was staring down at the towel that only covered my breast down to the middle of my thighs, barely covering me.

"Then why the look?" I groaned, getting a new set of clothes, explaining, "Everything went just fine! I swear, sometimes you are never satisfied with anything."

"A squad member comes over and you just stand there like that?"

"Hehe," His attitude made sense now, laughing at him more, even being a bit sassy, "I'm wearing a towel!"

"One that barely covers you," He groaned, a swift spank having me on my toes, sucking in a breath at the sting, how his hand squeezed so much of me, growling in my ear, "And what are you laughing at?"

Biting my lip while breathing slowly, the next thing I knew, my breasts were smushed against the wall. He was in the zone already, taking the time to listen to my excuse:

"What does it matter? He wasn't man enough to take a peek anyhow."

"What does it matter?" He mocked, irritation overtaking him and adding another slap on my ass, having my jaw drop against the wall with a gasp, his hands cupping my ass and spreading, "It matters because you're mine."

The way he could just manhandle me, the tone of his voice, the strength that I could feel just by the way he grabbed me; The wetness between my thighs showed how much he turned me on, feeling the tip of his cock nudging my entrance, using his tight grip to pull me back onto him till my ass met his hips.

"You understand?" He'd never kissed me so possessively, hips ramming into me to make sure the tip of his cock smacked into my stomach every time, aching from the stretch, meanwhile, I only grew tighter around his girth.

"Don't be so serious, baby-" I choked out, finding the strength to pick myself up a little, leaning my head back to return his kiss with a hot tongue, "You know that I only need y-yo-OH!"

Our lips popped and my cheek was sweating against the wall, mouth hanging from the raw strength sent through his hips that rippled through my body, kneels buckling at the sting of his slicked thighs smacking into my ass, his tip kissing every sensitive bump along my walls up to my cervix.

"Kensei-i!" My eyes found the back of my head, hands needing some kind of contract and so, tracing the wall, whining while fighting the gravity trying to make me crumble down, just to feel every muscle tense up, Kensei taking my hands and pinning every part of me to the wall, practically fucking me into it.

"Practice wear you down, huh?" He knew that my orgasm was close, of course needing even more out of me before I reached that point.

Not that I didn't want to play this game, but my body just couldn't handle much more.

"You know I'm about to cum!" Right as I finished my sentence my back snapped into its arch, working his hips so that he still hit the sweet spots, sending me into a euphoric bliss, surely needing a shower after the mess I made between the both of us.

"Fuck," He didn't even stop, but let up some, hips creating a slow burn, chasing the last bit of distance for his own pleasure.

"Good thing I didn't get in the shower before you showed up," I joked, head fuzzy and slowly regaining proper feeling in my legs.

"I need one now, thanks to you," He was really trying to sound angry. That only made me laugh, leaning to grab another towel, throwing it over his shoulder with a peck on the cheek:

"Oh, shut it and get in the shower with me." 

[mdhwrites]

Have you already analyzed the Hexsquad being rather complacent in TTT of Luz (unintentionally) initiating two apocalypses on their homeland? Common storytelling would expect them to at least be collectively shocked after JUST dealing with so many stressful things at once. But it's handled so informally that even fans point it out.

Do you think it ties in to the writers trying to make the characters as black and white as possible by season 3? Or maybe just an sadly rushed script?

I've also heard that many details get lost after the storyboarding phase because the animators follow character models so closely they void a lot of important facial expressions... but that might be another thing.

So the short version is... It's a fantasy story and a proper outrage over the liar reveal was a good cut for time. If it had been included, it likely would have been awful because it's awful in most stories where the characters don't cut the unintentional accomplice at least some slack.

Having actually seen the moment, having watched it for this blog, it's fine. The two important characters of the Hexide Squad are the ones who respond, as well as the two who have any connection to Luz or Belos. They point out that she is still doing the right thing and that Belos is a trickster. You know... Just like Eda did in Edge of the World. It's brief but it's effective and it's from the correct characters.

I think what hurts for a lot of fans is that it's the big plot point for Thanks to Them... and it's not satisfying. It's fifteen seconds after an already too fast fight against Belos, again, where they survive for no other reason than because Belos just didn't kill them for no reason. Hunter's possession is too fast, his revival is too fast and now the worry Luz has had since at least Clouds on the Horizon is just dismissed almost instantly. Fans want SOMETHING to have a payoff here, even if it's just a chance for all of the characters to react to Luz, and two characters don't even say anything about it even though probably all they would have said were cliches like Amity and Hunter or wildly out of character lines like what we commonly get.

Because here's the thing: They almost always are if they go the rage route over the liar reveal. I talked about this in my original talk about why the source of Luz's 'trauma' is terrible because it's a common trauma trope in fantasy but this is also why the liar reveal plot is so frustrating. In most cases it is characters getting upset at a friend who was doing things either against their will, without their knowledge or to save their own life without listening to them, without trying to understand them or anything else like that. Over the Hedge is the ultimate example where the raccoon has definitely made everyone's lives better, and they can just get more food through the methods he's taught them plus their own, and satiate the bear. Did he put some people at risk? Absolutely but the threat of death is a ROUGH one. The rest of the cast though reveal themselves to be callous as they are entirely okay with him DYING now because of how upset they are about the lie that for the most part DIDN'T hurt most of them except maybe emotionally and not even that for many of them.

So what a lot of fans end up asking for with a bigger reaction from the Hexide Squad is for the show to commit to a trope that isn't liked. So yeah, it's a good thing that it was cut and good on the show for doing so.

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.........

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. See, while the Hexide squad does it in a short, sweet way that fits... Luz does the awful version by herself. She goes through a liar reveal arc ON HER OWN. Think about it. At first she believes she is doing something good and by all means she has every reason to believe so, like those around a liar that has yet to be revealed. Then the truth comes out and she DRASTICALLY overreacts to the news and won't listen to anyone around her, especially proved because Eda straight up tells Luz it's not her fault, and NONE of The Owl House, including Eda, hold it against her for a quarter of a season. Then something resonates between liar and the lied to that is something they both care about or something they bonded over and they learn to co-operate.

Just that, you know... In this case that moment is "I always wanted to be understood" and the thing that both sides are joining back together on is Luz's firm belief that she is the hero of her own story. Which, you know, is kind of shit when it has nothing to do with anyone else, either in being triggered besides her mom revealing she is a living trope actually which just pushes the idea in Luz's mind that she's a chosen hero (because the secret nerd, geek, spy, etc. parent is a trope for main characters), or because you spent a special and a half bitching about how much you cared about how you'd hurt people, OTHER people you'd hurt that you apparently just don't care about now because all that matters is YOU.

AND EVEN THEN, the show tries to have its cake and eat it too as it roles back this character development to give us the exact sort of liar reveal quotes it had avoided by doing the dream sequence which retroactively makes the ONE, SINGULAR moment of payoff in the second special FUCKING POINTLESS. And makes it so that instead of for once actually avoiding using a shitty trope and doing it poorly, TOH just goes ahead and does it anyways but at the absolute worst time for it.

They quite literally did EVERYTHING they could with a trope that is already bad to a lot of people without a LOT of clever work put into it (which makes The Eyes Beneath the Water a fucking miracle) except the one thing it could have done.

Given Luz's friends a payoff. Not even a big one maybe but made them actually a part of Luz's arc. The second special early on has the characters in an abandoned Owl House. I know Amity goes and tries to comfort Luz in Eda's nest. To be fair, this is a good time for Luz to be feeling pain and guilt about all of this.

Instead of having that moment not matter in the grand scheme of things except to have Luz angst... Have her friends come in. Have them all be there to give her a hug and let her know she's understood, including her mother. As such, you really reinforce the idea that Luz has made connections that make her feel much more whole than she ever has and you get a grand display understanding of her, probably even with a line like "We aren't going to tell you you need to stop beating yourself up but we're going to be here until you do and long after because we know that's just who you are." Regardless of if you think that line fits Luz's character, it fits the angst arc and it fits the want for Luz's character finish to be a want for community. For a place. In that moment, she would have that place and Camila would be able to truly see the beauty of what the Isles has done for her daughter and suddenly her trying so hard to be okay with everything makes more sense for the rest of the special.

And then Stringbean hatches, rapid firing through each of the other characters' Palisman, dead or alive, just to emphasize that Stringbean was born from society embracing this weird little girl and showing her understanding. That's WAY better than it being born from Luz just randomly stating that after ignoring 80% of what Camila says during her entire speech, only caring about her mom calling her special and then still being alone when the Palisman comes to greet her rather than emphasizing the understanding she's been shown.

And yes, this is easier to do because I'm being able to revise after the fact and it still wouldn't fix the fact that Luz has been shown NOTHING but understanding since at least the beginning of S2. I bring all this up for a way the characters could have reacted to Luz's news, reacted to the liar reveal, that would be in character, in theme and have a HELL of a punch to it while actually having people acknowledge what just happened.

Then again, S3 literally has characters in the rain and then being introduced to human realm rain within three minutes of each other. Consistency between anything happening is not exactly what this show gives a fuck about or else maybe Luz would have had an opinion on Belos properly before HOLLOW MIND, like 15 episodes after Belos tried murdering her entire 'found family'.

This show doesn't do payoffs and it doesn't do follow throughs and besides Eda's curse, the few times they do it, it is also in the worst way. This is one prime example and it extra sucks because it's clearly one of the few plot points of the show the writers cared about... And it was dead on arrival and they never considered how to actually make it even try to fly.

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[kinwarband]

Intro post and roster

I've been putting this off forever, so I'm just going to make a rough preliminary post to get my thoughts out so I don't slack any further. I'll edit this later to make it look more official, and will be editing as I gain more characters. Please forgive the mess, I've had a rough couple of months recently-

But hi, my name is Monty! I'm 32, and have been playing Guild Wars 2 for about 8 years now. I've been waffling about wondering if I should actually make this blog for over two years now. So here I am! I'm somewhat shy, and anxious, so I might not reach out often. But I want to get more into the GW2 community, because I like to write and roleplay, and Guild Wars has absolutely stolen my heart. If you want to find me in game, my ign is Attamist.3857 which is also in the blog description!

Now, onto my character roster, which is kinda small lmao

Character List (In Order of appearance)

Charr: Hesperiah Kinslayer / Draekon Gearheart / Kalina Creststrike

Asura: Biologist Chaama / Qhuam / Xematoss (AKA Xema The Lost)

This post is up to date as of 07/13/2023.

This post was last updated 08/12/2023.

[brckensocietyarch]

hi lovely humans. this is a long post. but i need to talk about this. yes, i'm ranting, but i'm genuinely tired of this and i can no longer be the "i'll just deal with it" type. i read every person i look at interacting withs' rules. it's common sense in this community and not doing it at this point is kinda disrespectful in my opinion. TLDR: (although you should read if we interact unless it's been for a long time, i know y'all understand my rules very well) READ MY RULES! a reminder for anyone who wants to interact with me, my rules are important and it's obvious when people haven't read them especially the "female vs male muses". one, i have a ratio rule of 1:1 male:female (i don't have nb/genderfluid muses rn so that's the ratio rn), if you are someone who doesn't care about ratios that is fine, i am happy to give more females if you'd like but my males come with rules. i prefer playing my femmes and being used for my males has irked me to no end over my many years in the rp community. now, to help myself stay on top of this there is a time limit for if you've posted a reply to my males and not my females, i've been giving leeway with it given my own health and the holiday season BUT next year, after my bday i will be enforcing the time limit again (of two weeks). as usual, if muse level is an issue, that is more than okay, i am happy to hold onto your reply to my male until you get around to having enough muse to reply to my female but otherwise, i will drop the thread after two weeks and it'll be a strike against me interacting with you. (note: i, whether queuing or directly posting, will post my male and female replies together/one after the other, this helps me so i keep the ratio especially if someone i'm rping with also finds it important, you can always not reply to my male and wait til your muse replying to my female is musey again. hold it in your drafts, that's fine, i am happy to wait. it's far better than feeling used. i do sometimes give slack with a couple of replies but over the past year it's been harder to do that given how disheartening it is (especially with my rsd).) also, if you reply to male muses starter, reply to a females too OR reach out to interact with one, not doing so makes it awkward for me because i then have to follow up on something that should be a no-brainer given my rules, which you should've read. i've legit been told once that they figured my rules didn't kick in until we interacted a little bit, that's not how it works. two, sadly, f/f threads are still rough, there are a few muses/people i interact with willing to do them platonic and not but they are minimal rn. so most threads are m/f rn. m/m is still open but lower muse too. i get this isn't for everyone and that's totally okay. sometimes i will reach out and ask for f/f and you can do the same but it's not guaranteed. this also connects to three... so, three, i don't rp with all female blogs. i understand some people don't like playing males at all and that is totally okay but this is my preference, especially when i don't have much muse for f/f threads having all female blogs like my posts to interact with me is.... bothersome. like, the f/f thing is on my pinned post and my rules, so you can't miss it if you're looking at my blog. which means you've liked something or reached out without giving my blog a real look at all or you've ignored/haven't read my rules or expect me to just to m/f threads with solely my males with you. that's isn't going to happen. i'm not kidding when i say there have been at least 20 all-female blogs in the past month that have liked interaction posts or reached out to rp. sorry, but it's my preference right now and will not happen.

[caonilla]

Greetings , your majesty, it’s been a while since we spoke, I hope you are well, are the duties of the king really too much of a burden to you? I wish you , your husband, and your dearest child well. And if the burden are too much for you , do not forget you still have your husband, and your child to support you. And don’t forget to take breaks time to time!

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Hello lilac, it’s been a while since we speak to each other how are you? And don’t mind me having the 2nd account, because the first one is unusable anymore

It's....sometimes a tad rough. But sometimes I have to just remember, this isn't just for my own benefits. I must uphold my duty and keep my kingdoms safe. It is my duty as a king to take care of my cookies. Including my son and husband. I do not intend to slack on my duties. Not now and not ever.

🌻💜Caonilla💜🌻

Hiiiii!!! You're totes valid!! Also I've been off and on Tumblr so I'm like, HECKKKK i need to catch up with so many of yinz 😭i swear like, burnout is REAAALLL!!!

- Lilac/angelrunners/the nerd behind the ton of cr blogs lol

[infatuatedheloise]

May TC Challenge Qs 14-23

ooh I've been hella neglecting these questions 😅 so here's my catchup

14. What’s something you wished they knew about you without you having to tell them?

hmmmmm I don't really know! maybe like, my trauma lol? because I feel like we're close enough friends for that to come up in conversation (and it has a couple times), but I hate talking about it, so I wish I could just implant the info in his brain without having to tell him

15. If your tc was invited to a wedding and asked you to be their plus one, what would you wear, and what would you want to see them in? (Theme of the wedding is up to you, so you can choose your outfits)

hmm I know I'd for sure want to see him in a blazer and slacks because he so rarely dresses up and I've only seen him dress like that twice & both times he's looked amazing. Idk what I'd wear tho, maybe my own blazer and a skirt to match him? I don't go to weddings, is that a weird outfit? lmao idk

16. Do you have any photos of them? Either those that you've found on their social media or ones you've taken yourself?

Yes!!! of course lol. I have a couple that I've screenshotted from his insta (just selfies and stuff like that where he looks really cute 😅), but I also have multiple pictures of the two of us (or us and our mutual friend) together! I'm actually trying to get as many photos of us together as possible because I want to gift him a photo collage/book of all those photos when I graduate next year!

17. Have you ever listened to break up songs/love songs and thought of them?

Of course! I have a whole playlist dedicated to him. Some of my fav songs that make me think of him: Once More to See You--Mitski, Let You Break My Heart Again--Laufey, I Want You--Mitski, Make You Mine--Madison Beer

18. What style/haircut/tattoos/facial hair/etc do you think would suit them best?

hmmmm well I definitely think his longer hair suited him better (still mourning over that haircut he got ;-;), and I think when he goes without shaving just enough but not long enough to have like a full beard or anything looks really good on him! I've seen from his insta that he used to have like full facial hair and it was *not* a good look lmao. I don't really see him as a tattoo kind of person, but he does always give himself fake knuckle tattoos as a joke for one of his classes, so maybe those?

19. Which color would you assign the feelings they give you?

wait this is strangely difficult. ummm definitely yellow because I always feel very happy around him lol, and hmmmm idk maybe something pinkish red for how i sometimes feel embarrassed around him lmao? idkkkkkk

20. What decade would they be best in?

I've been thinking about him and the 90s a lot lately, so maybe then? (90s were when he graduated hs, did his undergrad degree, and just began his first master's degree, if my rough understanding of his life is correct)

21. Have you ever run into them in public? (Or tried to?) How did it go?

once I saw him walking home while I was driving around town but I didn't stop and say anything obvi. I did see him at a protest for Palestine once, though, and I stopped to talk to him then, and that was cool.

22. What pushed you to create you blog?

lol my feelings for him just kept getting stronger & I was 🤏 this close to telling my friends about it (who have already expressed contempt for our relationship, so I knew that would *not* have been a good idea), and I really needed a place to vent

23. If you could know anything about your tc, what would it be?

ooh so much I want to know about him, like his true unfiltered thoughts and feelings about me, for example. also plenty of nsfw things I want to know ofc. but also, strangely, I want to know what he thinks and feels about his wife. he very much loves her but like, I want to know just how much? what drew him to her? how they fell in love? stuff like that I guess

[bpd-angelcake]

guess who's back 🙃

tw: lots of ed mention

hi lol where do I even begin first off like... lmao every time I come back on this blog I think of that one ask that I got that was like "do u come back on here when things are bad??" and no lmao not always

life hasn't been bad it's just been busy im always busy i work a full time job and my social life has been the busiest it's ever been and im thankful because I love my irl friends so much and I do love my job as annoying as it can be and idk things aren't bad. they're not.

but I know my mental health hasn't been the best lately and I can't even blame my bpd. I had a really bad episode at the beginning of February and I tried pushing all my friends away because I thought they were over me and didn't take me seriously and they all came back to me literally crying wondering what was wrong and I felt so shitty and they don't know I have bpd (I don't talk about it in person unless we're going to date because I hate when people perceive me a certain way once they find out I'm not normal lmao) so we had to get in a circle and talk it out it was so rough but honestly I have never felt more secure in a friend group before in my life it makes me so sick thinking about it because idk what I'd do if anything were to change but whatever.

but idk I was doing so good with myself I was on top of my skincare and keeping my room clean and following through with things and idk everything just fell through the cracks and I feel like I have no control over anything in my life once more. I'm trying so hard to be better but it's hard. I just started saving money again because I spent so much of it the past few months and I'm so disappointed with how bad my spending got and it wasn't even for a good reason lol so I am trying I promise but ugh I feel like I was up there!! and I'm back at rock bottom.

Another thing that's been bugging me a lot is my weight too... back in 2020 I was so thin and I looked good and I had done it the right way by dieting and exercising but covid came and I got into that toxic relationship and I gained so much weight back and I look in the mirror and I am so disgusted with myself and I hate it. I see all these cute plus size girls on social media and I literally love them and think they're so beautiful but I look at myself and I can't even deal. I have to be a bridesmaid for a wedding in October and im dreading it because I'm going to look so bad....

I ordered a cosplay a few months ago and it came a week ago and it didn't even fit 🙃 I almost had a full mental breakdown about it and tbh I am 90% sure it ran small (not cutting myself slack because I know I'm fat but I also know how to measure clothes) but it made me so upset I literally relapsed and I've barely eaten this whole week. I tried to eat a spoonful of rice because I was so lightheaded the second it touched my mouth I threw it up.

And now I feel so fucking lame because I'll go on edtwt and see these girls posting their stuff and they're all in their teens and it's like.... I'm in my 20's dude I shouldn't be doing this shit anymore but I do and I hate it because it's all I know and it's so comforting because I'm literally a professional at it like I know all the tips and tricks I know what to do when I accidentally binge I know how to curb cravings and what excuses to say when I don't want to eat in front of people it's so sad because I thought I was over this but I guess not.

I haven't weighed myself yet, I was going to do it tomorrow but ugh all I need is to see that number go down or else I might kill myself because I can't do this anymore!!!! this is my life I feel like I'm 14 again in the worse way. IDK I might start posting more about it (with tags ofc) so if that's not your thing I understand but it's all I have to make me feel better and I'm not looking for advice I'm not looking for tips I just want to vent and if you're going to judge me do it kindly please lmao bye

[blissfullybloomed]

Living In Full Bloom

You know , I was going to start this blog with a “ Happy Weekend” vibe .but, I'm feeling something a little deeper today. Something a little more personal. Let's chat about not being scared in relationships.

This actually has been on my mind for a few days, so why not just dive right in. 

If you don't know by now, I am in a relationship. Like an actual adult relationship. A relationship that is loving, caring, respectful, and most important worthy. Worth in a relationship means a lot to me. I have worked on myself, hard, for the last year. I, myself, actually have self worth…it took a long time to get here.

I know what and who I want. I know what qualities I do and don't want. I also know what things I will and won't tolerate. I also knew I wanted a partner that had done the hard work too, and it makes it that much sweeter- when both parties have “bloomed.” 

Oh, and before you think I have too many “rules”- they are called boundaries my people. Boundaries are the healthiest thing any relationship can have in my opinion. They keep you and your partner safe. Safe in your own self worth. Safe in trust. Safe in communications. Safe in intimacy. All of it. I definitely feel safe in my current relationship. It's one of the best feelings when you can just be who you are and not have to act or fake anything. You don't have to do things out of obligation or to appease anyone…you just genuinely enjoy spending time together, and hate when it has to end. 

My boundaries are known by myself because I did the work. I figured out what those were, stuck to them, and then waited for the right one. I waited two years to find someone that understands what a boundary actually is and how to just be accepting through it.  I don't think I tell him enough how great it is ...I'll work on that.

Thank you for accepting my boundaries. 

I won't get too gushy on here, just yet…but I will tell you this, I can finally breathe. 

I trust him. Yup, I do. 

Yeah, we have rough days at work, or family throws us a curveball, or we have anxiety about a certain event ... .WE make it through that- It's a WE thing, not just a me or just a him thing. We do it together. I don't think I've had that in a very very very long time. Someone that walks beside me, and not in front or behind. It's not a competition with him. It’s just us. It's simple. I enjoy and need something simple in my life. No more chaos.

So, now that we have all this good…how long does it stay? Does it stay through the bad days? Does it join forces to overcome small battles? Yeah. It does. It totally does. I wouldn't have it any other way- it's worth the battle to overcome. 

He is worth that to me. I am worth that to me. 

It's worth it to work at the relationship when it’s  hard…really dig(thanks survivor), and figure out a plan together. 

I'm not running. That's the old me. I don't even feel the need to run. Unless it would be to run to him. 

Feels great to not be scared anymore. 

Accepting him for who, and what he is right now…doesn't scare me. It actually makes me excited to learn more…and ya know BLOOM more with him. 

Life is good yall, really good. 

When the bad days come, I got you, and I know without a doubt he has me too.  If you don't have 100% to give, I'll pick up the slack. When I don't have 100% to give, he picks up the slack. When we both don't have it…we talk about it, and we will make a plan. I feel like I have been looking for him for a very long time, and he just happened to show up one day. He continues to show up…every day. I love it. 

Thank you Universe, for bringing me someone who truly gets me.

This is life in full bloom.

[alohalalaland]

2022 Year-end Reflection

After 2021 where we had two losses (and a career transition) in the last quarter, 2022 started rough. There was a lot of grief that needed to be process (and still is), and there was a void in our hearts that was clouded by sorrow as the new year’s bell rang. 

As life goes on, we kept a steady flow of work to keep us occupied, and getting familiar with my new job duties also kept my mind off the grief. Our remaining 4 fur babies also kept us busy in their own ways. But as 2022 come around, some smiles started to feel more sincere, even though the majority of the smiles I put on weren’t much so even though I started to take on a more customer-facing role. 

Work was fun, at least in the beginning it was. There was a lot to get used to, as it is a completely different industry, and the fast-paced demands were still mostly exciting to keep up even though there were things I couldn’t quite understand. For example, I was told that even though our team members came and went (with the first 2 being let go within my 3-month trial period was up), we were to maintain this facade that “our team” continued to grow and that there’s a team for everything. Very quickly, the main person that did the majority of back-end support also found a new opportunity and left, and we continued to use her name in email communications when "difficult" conversations needed to be done.

Then came the end of September, with a few days to October, I learned that I was to go to part-time status as well beginning as soon as October rolled around. Thus began my first-ever unemployment application. On one hand, this felt like a slap in the face: the promised 90-day review on salary never happened; instead, I got the ka-boom news of a sabbatical from my employer when it was obvious that her other business venture has become her main schtick, and thus she's pulling the plug on this one. Also, while I'm not a business genius, from what I've learned within this position, I knew she's scaled too fast with hiring multiple FT positions with benefits. On the other hand, as I was finishing up my master life coach training, everyone around me told me this was a sign that I need to focus on building my coaching business instead.

So at the end of November, I signed up for 2 programs: one to get started with my coaching business, and one to get started building a real estate portfolio. I feel that end of the year is always a time for me to jump into more learning, and I want to get the learning started while I still have unemployment pay as my buffer.

Financially, we're doing okay; and the year definitely made me appreciate that we have set up some emergency funds, which I'll blog more about in my finance blog later (xennialsonfire.com). I've been slacking on that front, but it's still a hobby I wasn't willing to pull the plug on yet.

Personally, I think it's still a year full of learning, especially as I turn 40 this year. I did a quick trip to Arizona to visit a friend, but it was otherwise fairly uneventful. So much so there's a sliver of bitterness that this milestone wasn't celebrated more, but I was not the one to beg for attention. I know; if I want something I should have said something, but somehow I didn't want too much public attention in a way. I know. I'm contradicting here. I want attention but I don't want attention. I wonder if anyone relates.

I started this year learning about grieving, or more like learning how to process grief. I realized that when our dog passed away a few years ago in Hawaii, we never let ourselves process our emotions. We simply allowed ourselves to stay busy with work and pretended nothing happened when we were in public. This time, it was different, and I wanted to learn how to process grief in my own way. I wanted to allow myself to actually feel emotional, especially because one of the losses was of my best kitty friend of 19 years. I still get teary just typing this, and I will allow that to come through as well. I finally came around to make the metal ornaments for them, but even then, it took me two weeks to do so because pulling the photos brought me to tears.

One thing I did find out this year as well is that I'm an INFJ, which is said to be one of the rarest personality types. I have done this test a few years ago during an office retreat (which seems like an ancient concept and felt like a history from so long ago), but never dove deeper to learn what that entails. So I am introverted with an extroverted tendency, and I'm very empathic and intuitive (which was proven in a human design reading my friend did for me).

Yet, one of the things about INFJ is also that we don't always show our emotions easily. I noticed this in relation to my processing of grief. I could cry like a mess and break down, but I don't always show that to my partner (still to this day). I'm not exactly sure why since I do trust him with most of my thoughts and secrets. I did share this fact with a coach friend of mine (that remained weekly check-ins since we were in the program to get certified), and I'm still not sure why this is yet.

As an INFJ and as I was read in human design, I get influenced by other people's emotions quite easily. This is quite obvious in coping with my partner's emotions as he can be quite short-tempered. And partially also because I didn't have that many humans around me on a regular basis. Some challenging things, after I've processed my emotions, I'd mention it to him and work it out. Some others are still on the back burner because I wasn't sure how to bring them up and there hasn't been a "right timing" to bring them up yet. But I don't easily forget, so I'm sure one day I could.

On the note of being introverted with an extroverted tendency, I did manage to meet mostly like-minded people online more this year including joining an in-person personal finance camp in May. (Who is this am I right?) With the career transition, I think this is one of the perks even though the job went to shit before the end of the year. I was in a much better head space to join the conversations and was able to be encouraging for the most part. In a way, I've really embraced the coach training, too. However, being as weird as I am, I never quite understand if I've truly established solid friendships because I didn't want to assume (as if that'd make more sense). And that's something only time will tell.

As the year comes to an end, I was glad that I planned a trip back home (Feb 2023) with a quick stop to San Francisco in the beginning. It's been almost 5 years since I see my friends and family in Taiwan, and that is something exciting to look forward to. I feel more determined to start my businesses in my own terms in 2023, and that's something exciting as well. I don't know what the future will bring; but I'm grateful for everything I've learned this year, and I want to show up confidently and put 100% of myself into this era of my 40s.

C'mon Universe. I'm ready. :)

[heartbreakhotelcalifornia]

I was tagged by @feather-canyons to spell out my URL with song titles! Thank you so much for tagging me and for sharing some absolute bops! Also, I’m sorry my URL is so long. ✨🌙🤠

Heartbreak Hotel - Elvis Presley

Evil Woman - Spooky Tooth

A Little Less Conversation - Elvis Presley 

Ring Your Bell - The Band 

Toad - Cream

Born Under a Bad Sign - Albert King 

Roll With It - Steve Winwood

Evil Woman - Electric Light Orchestra 

Angie - The Rolling Stones

Key to Love - John Mayall & The Bluesbreakers 

Hotel California - Eagles 

Operator - Jim Croce

Tenderness on the Block - Warren Zevon

End of the Line - The Traveling Wilburys 

Loves Me Like a Rock - Paul Simon

Cradle Rock - Rory Gallagher 

All My Love - Led Zeppelin

Lean Woman Blues - T. Rex

I’m Free - The Who

Fire Lake - Bob Seger

Ophelia - The Band

Rollin’ and Tumblin’ - Cream

Never Been to Spain - Three Dog Night

In The Midnight Hour - Wilson Pickett

Ain’t Too Proud to Beg - The Temptations 

I tag @wolvesarehome @lovely-menza and @touchmereprise if any of y’all would like to do it! Also I'm sorry if you already did it and I tagged you again!! ⚘✨🌿

[bluecookies02]

I've been having a hyperfixation on face fucking lately, so If you could do any character with that I'd literally cry my eyes out. I love your work so much and I've been binging it for days!!!❤️‍🔥

!oh absolutely, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog!

>disclaimer:all acts are consensual unless stated othervise<

﹊﹊﹊﹊🄵🄰🄲🄴 🄵🅄🄲🄺🄸🄽🄶﹊﹊﹊﹊

Dᴀʙɪ, Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ, Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ, Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ

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Dᴀʙɪ: (cw: squirting, overstim)

He'll fuck you until you're trembling, just begging for him to cum already, throat soar from whining on his cock for hours on end.

Dabi can last long, sometimes too long. He'll have you twitching and crying, squirming when his thumb meets your clit again. It's not like he didn't cum either, he probably filled you up once or twice, dick still terribly hard but equally sore and flaming red from how long he's been slamming it in and out of your pussy. This happens when he's frustrated, generally pent up and it just happens that fucking you makes him feel better.

With one final tap to your clit, you're squirting, back arching and nails digging into your own palm, his chest getting soaked and abs glistening while they flex. He's so close, the pleasure too much that he's not even sure he can cum.

"No more! Fuck, no more" you're panting and clenching your legs shut, his cock slowly sliding out of you. Your limbs feel sore, incapable of moving another inch while you take deep breaths, hands relaxing to reveal small moon-like creases you gave to yourself.

You can feel the bed dipping and then there's a hand on your jaw, gently turning your face to the side.

"Open up" his voice is soft, but not any less demanding, his tip nudging past your lips. You open your jaw slack, closing your eyes. His length fills your mouth, your drool smearing down your lips and across your cheek before staining the sheets. His cock sinks further, filling up your throat. You try to breathe around it, gagging and spluttering but he keeps still, giving u time to fix your breathing, pulling out only a bit to let the air pass to your lungs.

"You good?" and you have to think for a moment before humming, relaxing further when his hands move to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

"I'll try to be quick...take a deep breath come one..." he coos, and you know better than to not listen to his advice. As soon as he sees your chest rising, he's slamming as far as he can go, his balls flush against your face. He's cursing and groaning, humping the depths of your throat, holding your head in place. You're coughing, thinking about reaching to grab his hand, but you decide to hold on.

"That's it, fuck that's it, so close I promise..." he rushes out, the slapping of his skin against yours speeding up. You're almost passing out but there's a deep growl, and then there are hot splashes coating the back of your throat, your mouth suddenly empty while you swallow what you can, coughing out what wouldn't go down. He helps you up, a hand petting your back. You clean the mix rushing down your chin with the back of your wrist, palm opening up to catch the spit falling from your lips.

It takes you a few minutes and Dabi waits, an apologetic look on his face while he watches you struggle. You can speak up but you terribly want to, words coming out scrambled and broken up. Dabi's hand holds your cheek, letting you nuzzle against it.

"Too far?" he asks, worried. His warm hand finds your throat, trying to ease some of the pain with his quirk, suiting your muscles.

You try to shake your head "no". It was almost too much, dangerously close to it too, but your heart is full, body relaxing while Dabi takes care of you, cleaning you up and tucking you against his chest. After a few minutes, you're not sure if you fell asleep or not but you open your eyes, watching the way Dabi's fingers dance across your arm. You move it just a bit until your fingers interlace with his, falling back into the daze and eventually falling asleep

Bᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ: (cw: none)

He's very rough but also very scared to hurt you.

Making him do anything unsafe is close to impossible and you respect that, you do. However you never saw him losing his mind, you never saw him fully letting go and fuck is it tempting. Even when he's angry he's still cautious. You fucked him silly but never fucked him stupid.

Finally, he's laying on his back, moving the hair from your face while you suck him off, saying dirty shit that makes you squeeze your legs together. Your hands are plastered over his meaty thighs, squeezing and gripping as you work him down your throat. He's timing your breathing, pulling you off every once in a while to let you rest.

"Relax" you whisper, circling your tongue over his flushed tip, flattening it against the slit while you look at him through your eyelashes. You're confident, and he caves quickly, letting you do your thing when he rests his head back against the pillows, closing his eyes.

You worship his cock, kissing and mouthing every inch, massaging the drool into his balls and squeezing every so often. He's not particularly loud during those, apart from the occasional praise he gives, humming to let you know you're making him feel good. You're going too slow and he's oh so gently raising his hips to meet your mouth, feet digging into the mattress. You keep him desperate, slipping your lips on and off his cock, watching him fuck the air each time his cock gets exposed to it, chasing the warmth of your throat.

It's not until you mumble a demanding "Go on" that you take him all the way in, waiting for him to move. He's not doing anything for a while, until he gets the memo, carefully rolling his hips, bucking off the bed. You're humming, throat vibrating each time he goes a little harder, urging him on. It takes a few minutes for him to let go and get into the rhythm, sloppily fucking your throat, eyes half-lidded to watch you. He didn't know he would get so terribly horny by watching you struggle, eyes glossy, the choking sound making him want to go harder, slam it down your throat until your eyes roll back into your head. He can't keep his mind from wandering, swallowing up by the image, feeling the coil in his stomach start to unroll.

You briefly put your hands on his hips, stroking his sides and following the motion of his thrusts, bobbing your head to meet him halfway. You can feel him twitch in your mouth, and when he breathes out "cumm-ghh" you pull off a bit, the first wave of cum falling on your tongue, a few smaller ones following soon after.

Aɪᴢᴀᴡᴀ:(cw:facesitting)

Your pussy is spread open, gushing and leaking onto his tongue while you jerk his cock, pumping the length in your hand with great care, movement slowed down so that you can selfishly roll your hips just right, thighs squeezing his head.

He keeps you open with his thumbs, nose buried in your cunt as he laps at your clit, suckling and twirling the nub in his mouth. He's grabbing fistfuls of your ass, trying to get all of your weight on him, pawing and kneading at it, a disapproving huff rushing through his muffled lips. You decide to indulge him dropping all your weight, chest bubbly to hear his satisfied groan, veins of his cock twitching in your palm.

You open your mouth vide, swallowing around his length with practiced ease, your hand moving from his base once it's fully inside. Like on cue, his strong muscular legs hook around your neck, pressing until your nose is mushed against his balls. A small part of you is thankful that he always takes thorough showers after training, but an embarrassingly large one wants to be consumed by the disgusting sweaty musk you can only imagine while you bury your face further between his legs.

Neither of you have much space to move, settling for just trying to reach and be closer to each other. Aizawa closes his lips over your cunt, mouth full as he swallows and gulps like he can't get enough, adrenaline pumping through him when he starts to feel a bit dizzy. You wrap your arms around his thighs, the position straining on both of your muscles, the burning sensation letting you know that you only have so much time until you're both at your limit.

Lazy rolls turn into hurried humps, your pussy chasing his tongue until it's just in the right place, tummy clenching from the surges of pleasure , His head rising off the bed so that he can press his tongue harder. You can feel your throat burning already and you get excited just by thinking about not being able to swallow food or drinks without being reminded of tonight.

He knows your body inside and out, knows that you're about to cum by the smallest movement of your hips and spine, ready to feel it so closely. He's only waiting for it, holding in his release just because he's so stuck on never cumming first, not wanting to miss you reaching your high, your moans and whines while your whole body moves and shakes, wave after wave surging to your fingertips and toes, forcing them to clench and curl.

He releases down your throat when you squeeze your legs around his ears, the first jolt of your body followed by his, cum pooling at the base of his cock. He cums like a bull, and unless your holes are plugged up, it's gonna seep out, you can't even swallow in time, gulps too big to handle, especially in a position like this one.

His legs slowly uncurl, freeing you and letting you slay down next to him. You can hear colors and you can see the sounds, mind on a beautiful vacation, not useful for a single thing. At least for half an hour.

Sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ:(cw:noncon, piss, mindbreak, humiliation, kidnapping)

He'll throw you on the ground, make you kiss his cock , make you beg to ruin your voice for weeks. He'll slap it against your cheek, smearing his tip all over your face and covering it in pre.

Pulling on your hair, forcing your lips open and already starting a quick pace. You can only try to push him away, arms too weak to do anything to help yourself. He doesn't want you to lose consciousness tho, snapping you off of his length for only a brief moment.

"Breathe whore, you're useless to me if you can't even suck a cock" you can barely breathe out of fear tho, four fingers tightening around your already bruised neck. Then he's pumping in and out of your mouth, slapping your cheek whenever you try to bare your teeth to make him flinch away, truth to be told he barely feels it he just wants an excuse to hit those plump cheeks. You hate yourself for not trying harder, but one can only have so much strength before giving up.

Your hair feels like it's gonna rip away from your skull, so you have no choice than to close your eyes and relax, slouching on the floor and letting him use your throat, hoping he'll get there faster.

He's not a fan of that, your chocked-up sounds noticeably disappearing when you find a way to get some air through your nose. It wouldn't be that easy, you should've known, two fingers stopping your airflow, causing spit to gush out of your mouth as your throat flexes and battles against his dick. He feels generous today.

It feels like you're dreaming when he finally lets you go, immediately fisting his cock in front of your face, aiming for your pretty eyes. Your eyelashes look beautiful, wet from tears, making them stand out better, more gorgeous...

He hates pretty things. He wants to defile them, make them as disgusting and monstrous as he is, the urge to ruin everything that dares be better than him.

You manage to close them in time, white painting your eyelids and forehead, some of it getting in your hair. He's finished with a sigh, tapping his tip to your lips before taking a step back. You're about to thank God that it's all over until you can feel the warmth hitting your tits, and then the smell hits you, causing you to curl up in yourself. It's not happening, there's no way in hell this is happening. You feel sick to your stomach, nails scraping against the floor until they break off, the sting not making you react at all, only focused on the sizzling sound and a satisfied moan in the background.

You lost the last ounce of dignity you had, brain shutting down while you just sit there, staring at the piss dripping down your thighs and your pussy, later hitting the floor and pooling on the cheap wood. Your eyes are wide, emotionless, robbed of the last spark they held. They're open now but you can't see a thing, everything seems to come to a stop.

You might hear the laugh before a door is slammed and locked, but you're not so sure anymore, falling unconscious in the cold room.

I pinkie promise to edit this in the morning bc my eyes r literally closing as I write. Who tf knows what I just blabbered on here but it's an adventure right. Is it gonna be a "you're/your" mess up, maybe? A plot hole...very likely. ooc...who cares, I do not believe in canon anyways😌

I feel like I made them all nut so fast but, more cummies the better I guess. ALSO ANON THANK YOU, I WOULDNT HAVE KNOW THAT THE ❤️‍🔥 EMOJI EXISTED IF IT WERENT FOR THIS ASK

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[poppy-metal]

well fuck. now i have a lactation kink???? it's 2 am and i've been staring slack jawed at the screen since i got the notification for the milf chaser!eren post pls... no more sleep for me i'm simply ascending!! how do you write these things i never even had a mommy kink before ur blog i'm @#$^%* cryinf the way that eren would press you up against the lockers between his shifts at the pool (though he pretends to be suave and cool he is SWEATING for reasons that have nothing to do w the heat) to desperately suck on ur sensitive tits while fingering you, after impatiently pushing aside your panties and shorts,,, while you press your face to his hair trying to keep your whimpering quiet so that your kids at the pool don't notice that you're gone (fuck!!!!!!!) - ☁️

bruh once eren gets a taste, he's addicted. always manages to sneakily slide behind you or get close to you and give you a message, one time when no one is looking he fully comes up behind you and squeezes your tits, "gonna milk these puppies dry, later", giving you a peek on the cheek, "mommy" just bc he knows what it does to you, the bastard.

cut to him and you in the lockeroom later, him pinning your wrists down bc you have a bad habit of still being shy, of trying to hide around him, but also just the feel of his hands, rough and calloused, and the heat of his glare everytime he yanks your arms down and away from yourself, never fails to make your panties wet. "You're gonna learn to sit back without a fight and give me what's mine one day, baby. You can't run from me, from this. Push your fucking tits out"

and just for that he abuses your nipples with his mouth and tongue and lips, pinching your puffy stud with his teeth until the milk is flowing and you're gasping, desperately humping his thigh between your legs as you pant into his hair, dazed.

He always pulls back with a little droplet of milk on the corner of his lips, tongue swiping out to get it. He looks you over w satisfaction like that.

He'll dirty talk you too, about how as soon as you start getting dry he's gonna fuck another baby into you, "gonna- fuck, make you my little fucking housewife someday, steal you from that cuck you call a husband and be your new daddy, gonna keep these tits full no matter how many brats i gotta breed into you"

It becomes a routine and you're both crazy for it, its only when your husband starts getting suspicious, the summer months start coming to a close, that you reluctantly try and break things off. A mistake.

Hadn't he told you, you couldn't run? From him? Are you stupid?

It isn't until a full month of not going back to the pool, of starting disconnect out your window, when your little kids come squealing into the kitchen jumping with excitement over their friend being back, that their dad, your husband, had hired a new pool guy and isn't it just the happiest coincidence its their favorite lifeguard?

"Mommy, mommy, isn't it great!!"

Eren leaning against the archway to your patio like he belongs there, a glint of something dangerous in his eyes.

"Yeah, mommy," he mocks, "isn't it great?"

[spiriteddreams]

Spirit's Good Luck Event!!

I've reached 888 followers, thank you so much for all the support that I've received for my fics! Since moving to this blog last year, it was a bit of a rough start but things are slowly starting to pick up and I'm really really happy about that! "888" in Chinese tradition means very good luck so I've decided to do a milestone (my first one on this blog ik I've been slacking lol) for it!

For this event, I've listed one-word prompts that you can choose from! Feel free to send in a request with the number you want with the character of your choosing! Everything will be fluff, but I'm more than happy to write some angst with a happy ending :D

Fandoms included: Haikyuu, Genshin Impact, Jujutsu Kaisen, and Boku no Hero Academia

I'll be writing 15 in total and they'll likely be relatively short, between 200-1.2k words! As always please check request rules before you send something in! Once a prompt has been taken, you'll see the character's name next to it!

smile - aizawa

flowers - nanami

hug - gojo

shooting star - diluc

wine - osamu

engaged - xiao

pastry - yuta

night - chongyun

coffee - iwaizumi

home - kazuha

rain - kuroo

garden - thoma

promise - ayato

food - atsumu

kiss - gojo

Thank you all so much for all the love and support, I can't wait to continue writing :)