#it's gonna be lit 🔥

[lucent-roase]

Willow… oh Titan, Willow… any name but that.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

also, my brother drew this part before i did:

[ungodlysaltyinfrastructure]

Silly doodle page since it's now AR week!!!!

This week is gonna be slow to get to Nov 1😔. But, I feel supper excited about this next ep >:]]]]]]

[mch3ll3]

[winterlogysblog]

So we're getting some Sixtus action next chapter

Also want to point out that it's truly a bad idea for me to go back to Reddit and Discord cause good lord people have like zero reading comprehension. It's so bad they're making me lose braincells. I'll have a rant section about it on my Fairy Realm Arc review lol. So like we're pretty hype about Sixtus right? Well... Some people can't seem to get the reason for the hype.

Nakaba showed Sixtus the way he did because he wants to hype him up he knows what our reaction would be the moment he pulled out his Sacred Sword, not only that but out of all of the Kiane kids Nakaba gave him the spotlight, Nakaba gave him this fight and King is confident he can handle this to the point that when King asked Sixtus to take care of the minions it sounded like a chore that he needed to do. But people can't seem to read between the lines and not notice the author's intentions. Honestly... Smh

Anyway really excited to see more of Sixtus!!!

[plumbewb]

i’m so excited for friday

[thefaultinourforcebond]

This was a painful update to read, well written but painful. Glad that we are getting some answers tho! Hope the next update is a bit happier 💕

Also why? Why cant shuri be happy for once? She was so excited to go out with namor and now this 😭

'Hope the next update is a bit happier 💕'

Ah......well.....about that......🤣

It's been an honour to *check note* break your heart. That part at Namor's place was equally painful to write. Shuri's own journey needs to get a move on 🏃‍♂️💨 so I'm gonna crank the chain of events up to a hundred. The chess pieces are MOVING.

[eldin-tower]

buisness upfront party in the back (the 14th doctor’s tardis)

[nostalgic-muffins]

kyos prechat is so lit rn hes getting called kyoompa loompa, the kyorax and theyre also talking about how were about to be kyorphaned 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[ihopeiexplode]

ArrangedHusband!Sukuna headcanons!

Heian era ‼️‼️🗣️

Content: Angst . Fluff . suggestive themes . MNDI

A/N: I have zero writing skills and it's also short💥💥🔥

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who at first hated your presence, why should he bother loving you if he only married you to have a Hier? Just because you're his arranged wife doesn't necessarily mean he has to like you.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who saw you as nothing but a lesser being whose only use is to grant him an heir.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who never cared about your feelings, let alone cared for you in general and only saw you as a tool for his own wellbeing,

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who hated the fact you avoid him let alone bare eye contact with him.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who grew tired of your avoidant behavior towards him. He can't tolerate your presence no matter how hard he tries. And how you keep fighting each time he tries fucking you, why should you fight? You're just making it harder for him to do his work.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who decided to constantly Convince you to let him have his way with you if you're not gonna be easy about it.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who noticed how more distant and avoidant you got after 'that' night, and even noticed how scared and freighted you look each time he tried approaching you. Freighted why? Hm don't know maybe because he really didn't care about how you felt during the duration of it?

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who had enough of your behavior and decided he should at least try to act like a how a husband would act towards their pregnant wife..

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who tried being loving and caring to you..

Keyword: "tried.."

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would attend to your every need at the start of your pregnancy, have a craving? It's already there in a matter of seconds

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would get irritated at your mood swings, your happy then suddenly your mad at him then your suddenly all sad and pouting??

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would try to comfort you whenever you felt sad during your mood swings, but he doesn't know how to comfort people causing you to just feel more upset

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who slowly grew fond of you and gained genuine feelings for you

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who tells himself he doesn't love you repeatedly

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would get easily possessive and jealous whenever he sees you interact with another male that's not him

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who makes it known to everyone that your his, and his alone.

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna whose eyes soften once he saw how his heir looked, it looked exactly like a carbon copy of him, minus the marks and the red eyes, seeing that the child inherited your eyes

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who finally came into terms of him actually loving you, of course he'll never tell you that though,

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who would dedicate all his paintings and poetry to you and occasionally his child

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna who hated the fact of leaving you and his child.

—

Bonus:

. ArrangedHusband!Sukuna whose eyes lit up when he saw you again after thousands of years when you and him made eye contact while he was in control of yujis body.

[frog-anarchy]

I WAS JUST ABOUT TO GO TO BED AND THEN I GOT THIS NOTIF AND NOW IM GOING INSANEEEAAAGAHAHWJ

Part 8!

Does their size difference change all the time? Uh-huh.

Do I care? Nope~

Part 1 Next

[reputayswift]

Oh, here we go again 🤦‍♀️ the voices in his head 🤔💭 called the rain to end 🗣️📱🌧️ OUR days of wild 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♂️💨⛈️ the sickest army doll 😎🕶️🤏🤒 purchased at the mall 💸🧍‍♀️🤏🤩 rivulets descend MY plastic smile 💧👄💧 (but-you should-’ve seen-him when-he first…GOT me!!! ✋😳🤚) MYYY boy 🧍‍♂️👉😍 on-ly breaks-his fav’rite tOooOooys 💔🤏😡…tOooOooOoooOys OohOohOh-Oooh! III’m queeen~ 👸👈🙂‍↕️👈 (of-sand cast-les he-destrooOooys 😡👟🏰)…OooOooOooo OohOohOh-Oooh! ‘cause it fit too right 🤷‍♀️ puzzle pieces in the dead of night 🧩🧩🌌 should’ve known it was a matter of time 🤦‍♀️🕰️ OooOooOooo OohOohOh-Oooh MYYY boy 🧍‍♂️👉😍 on-ly breaks-his fav’rite tOooOooys 💔🤏😡…OooOooOOohOohOh-Oooh…there was a lit-an-y of reasons-why 📋👈 we could’ve played for keeps this time 👰‍♀️❤️‍🩹🤵‍♂️ I know I’m just. rePEATING mySELF! 🔁🤦‍♀️ put me. back on MY SHELF 🪑🧍‍♀️🤏🥱 but first. ✋😳🤚PULL the STRING 🧍‍♀️➰🤏🤔 and I’ll tell you that he runs because he loves me 😉 “𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓞𝓥𝓔𝓢 𝓶𝓮 😍”🧍‍♀️〰️🤏🙄 (‘cause-you should-’ve seen-him when-he first. SAW me!!! 🧍‍♀️👈🤩) MYYY boy 🧍‍♂️👉😍 on-ly breaks-his fav’rite tOooOooys 💔🤏😡…tOooOooOoooOys OohOohOh-Oooh! III’m queeen~ 👸👈🙂‍↕️👈 (of-sand cast-les he-destrooOooys 😡👟🏰)…OooOooOooo OohOohOh-Oooh! ‘cause I knew too much 🤷‍♀️🧐 there was danger in the heat of my touch 🏃‍♂️💨🔥👈 he saw forever ♾️👀 so he smashed it up 😰👟💔 OooOooOooo OohOohOh-Oooh MYYY boy 🧍‍♂️👉😍 on-ly breaks-his fav’rite tOooOooys 💔🤏😡…OooOooOooOohOohOh-Oooh (oh-oh-oh-ohohoh) once I fix me ❤️‍🩹👩‍🔧 (oh-oh-oh-ohohoh) he’s gonna MISS me 🙂‍↕️ (oh-oh-oh-ohohoh) once I fix MEEE 🤕👩‍🔧 (oh-oh-oh-ohohoh) he’s gonna miss…me…JUST SAY WHEN ✋😳🤚 I’d play A-GAIN 😉 he was MY best FRIEND, down at the sandlot 🛝👩‍❤️‍👨 I felt MORE WHEN we played PRE-TEND 👰‍♀️💍🤵‍♂️ than with all the KENS ‘cause 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🥱 he took me out of my box 📤🧍‍♀️🤏😈 stole my tortured heart ❤️‍🩹🤏🏃‍♂️💨🧍‍♀️ left all these broken parts 🤕💪🦵 told me I’m better off 🤷‍♂️💬🤕 (but IIiIiiiIiiiIi’m not…I’m not…I’m not…)

[arkarti]

POV: You forgot your hat and gonna get lit🔥🔥

Twitter: X

[arlertwhore]

pairing: paige bueckers x fem! reader

warning(s): nsfw/18+, fighting (verbal/physical), toxic relationship stuff, fingering, thigh riding, pussy eating, squirting,

synopsis: the bitchy, possessive, and temperamental gf who paige thinks she can handle proves her right!

word count: 2.4k

Author Note: got my first lil hate comment the other day 😜 i feel like an actual writer now lmao! here goes draft #6, comin’ in lit 🔥

Fuck knows what you're complaining about this time. She's straight from practice — from a rigorous, exhausting, and intense practice, frustrated with her own performance, only to find you waiting at the door, already irritated about something entirely. Perhaps it was how she didn’t answer you at all today—or how you saw her looking too close for comfort to another 'fan' as she claimed, though you never trusted it—or maybe she even fucking sighed at you the wrong way upon entering through the door because the littlest of things ticked you off—you—her bitchy, demanding, and infuriatingly sexy girlfriend, whom Paige has to constantly remind herself she willingly got involved with, knowing full well she was signing up for the being the figurative property of the brattiest, bossiest, most high-maintenance girl on campus.

"Are you even listening to me?!" you fume as Paige storms past you, stripping a trail of her clothes all the way to the bathroom, letting her hair fall loose from its low bun as she saunters away from your chaos, massaging her temples.

"Seriously, Y/N, now's not the time, I gotta-" - "I don't give a fuck!" you explode, chasing after her and grabbing her arm to spin her back around. "I don't care about your shitty day or your shitty excuses. Why the fuck didn't you text me back, hm?" Paige sighs, avoiding your eyes with an air of exasperation, her gaze shifting to the ceiling in an attempt to not roll them. At her silence, you feel your anger boil over, frustration evident in the clenched fist at your sides and the tense set of your jaw. "You're the fucking worst, Paige!" you snap, "You think just because I'm understanding that means you can take pictures with all these other bitches, post all on your Instagram, but then NOT text me back!"

Paige knew she was the man, the kind of person who could handle any challenge, which is why she thought dating someone like you—a real piece of work—would be a good match. She believed you could keep her on her toes, pushing her to become mentally stronger, more confident, and dominant—qualities she hoped would shine on the court, but on days like this, when you demanded drama and chaos, she wondered if she was truly cut out for it. Her honest, no-bullshitting, no-pretense attitude of: My girlfriend is so sexy opinion? Nah. And she promptly proved that stance when she spat out, “Alright, I’m sorry, baby… Is that what you want me to say? That I’m sorry I have things to do and you act like a bitch about it?” her voice venomous and defensive, stunning you. “Man, get the fuck out of my way right now. I don’t feel like fighting with you, for real,” she demanded, trying to brush past you. You couldn’t believe she actually spoke to you like that—she was usually so considerate of your feelings. In a fit of rage, you squared up to her and pushed her back by her shoulders with a strength you didn’t know you had over the 6ft wall of strength she was. Growling, you commanded, “You’re gonna stand here until WE’RE done talking!”

Paige stands with her hands on her hips, clenching at her sides with such restraint that her basketball shorts ride up, revealing her boxers underneath. She warns, "Stop playin' with me, yo. Step aside." and as she advances again, trying to get to the bathroom door behind you, you block her path, arms crossed and eyes flashing. Sneering, you challenge defiantly, "No. What are you gonna do if I don’t step aside, P? Hm? You gonna hit me?"

She takes a deep breath, drops her head, and shakes it exasperatedly before a light chuckle escapes her, broad shoulders bouncing. “Whatever, ma,” she mutters, turning around and picking up the clothes she’d left scattered on the floor. “I’m gonna go shower at Mikayla’s — forget this.”

You don’t have enough time to be angry about her saying she’s visiting Mikayla’s house—the slut you’d warned her to stay away from. Instead, you sprint to the front door, grab her keys off the rack, and hide them behind your back. Coldly, you say, “You’re mine, Paige. Turn around and get your ass in bed, NOW! You ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

Paige knows you and your past well enough to recognize that you aren’t joking about this possessiveness. However, she’s far from intimidated at the moment. Instead of backing down or appeasing you like she usually does for her princess, she glares at you with a fiery defiance. Her voice is firm as she refutes, “Give me my keys, Y/N.”

You gaze at her, a smirk forming on your face as you watch her façade of nonchalance crumble. Her face turns a subtle red, veins bulging in her hands as she holds them open, waiting for the keys, her lips curled inward and cheeks hollowed. She stands there expectantly, like a statue, until you bristle as she seizes your wrist, slamming it against the door while reaching for the keys with her other hand. Instinctively, you counter with your free hand, pushing her away. She’s lost her calm and collected demeanor. It’s scarier how she doesn’t run but still chases you with the relentlessness of a predator. Her eyes blaze with determination as she follows your running with a steady, purposeful stride. You taunt, “Come and get it, doggy! Yeah, you little bitch!” luring her toward the bathroom, the only room in the house with a lock, and Paige knows exactly what you’re up doing. Just before you can slam the door in her face, Paige lunges for it and forces it open, stepping inside and backing you against the door. This time, she tries a different approach to get the keys—she clasps your waist, holding you in place with her knees pressed against your smaller legs, effectively immobilizing you. As she tussles with you for the keys, you keep a tight grip on them. The struggle is fierce, and you're both panting in each other’s faces, exchanging only ragged breaths. You finally manage to break free from the bathroom and run for the bedroom with Paige hot on your heels. As you glance over your shoulder to see where she’s at, you realize too late that she’s no longer focused on reclaiming her keys. With a swift tackle, she takes you down onto the bed, pinning you there and forcing you into submission. The keys fall out of your hand, but Paige remains on top of you, her anger unrepairable as she growls, “Wanna bitch at me like that when I’m tired?” Her big hands begin to untie your nightrobe. “Wanna piss me off when I’m trying to be nice about things?”

She moves with an almost animalistic quality, yanking you down the bed by your legs and sending your clothes flying off with the force of her pull, baring your body to her hungry blue eyes. She hisses against your neck, “Little bitch?” and you nod rebelliously, “Yeah..fuck,” you heave, “look at you, so pissed, hm?” Her words are unbearably sexy when she vows, “I’ll show you a little bitch.” Mere moments later, she’s seated on the edge of the bed, with you draped over her lap like a ragdoll. You’re writhing, still trying to resist, biting and clawing at her thighs, but Paige’s grip is unyielding. Under her strength, you’re completely powerless.

Her hands spread your ass open, giving her a clear view of your dripping pussy. She chuckles cockily, the smirk evident in her voice even though you're not looking at her when she drawls, “This is why you’re really bitchin’ out, huh, ma?”

You whine at her words, stuttering and squirming, “Let me go, Paige, f-fuck!”

She tuts dismissively. “Aw, but that’s not what you really want, baby... you just need this pussy fucked, don’t you? To get fucked back to your senses—make you my good girl again, my princess...” she purrs, her fingers sliding through your slick and teasing your asshole. Then you hear the dirtiest, most sinful suck of fingers in her mouth you’ve ever heard.

Hips arched high with her strong arm restraining you from running, pressed firmly into your lower back, punching pressure deep within and outside of you, all aligning on the inside, she works her fingers into your soaking wet cunt with precision. She curls and bruises against your walls, relentlessly hitting that spot that makes you squirm like a torture puppet and cry out, "Ah!" for your dear life.

Her smarmy, taunting response? “I know, baby, I know, fuck… too tight for it, I know,” she bellows, feeding off your whimpers and whines with a sadistic delight. That smirk on her face—the one you wish you hadn't turned back to see—tells you she's savoring this victory a little too much and has no intention of letting you go anytime soon, even if you've clearly accepted that you're the little bitch. “Please,” you plead, sinking your nails into her thigh, but it doesn’t seem to perturb her in the slightest—if anything, it only eggs her on, makes her devilishly speed up. “It won’t happen again—I-I won’t act like a bitch anymore, daddy, I’m sorry,” you submit, hoping for some mercy, but she’s unforgiving. She chuckles darkly, yanking you up by your hair so you’re forced to look her in the eye, even if hers aren’t fully focused on yours, watching how your tits bounce as she fucks you senseless. “One more time,” she stares at them, biting her bottom lip with a smirk before she refocuses and demands it sternly. Without hesitation, you repeat it louder before she even finishes her command: “I won’t act like a bitch anymore, daddy, I’m sorry!” She smirks, her grip tightening. "I know you won't. Not after I'm done with you." She releases your head, and you fall forward hard, your back arching under what feels like tons of weight as she drives into you overwhelmingly, making you cry out in shock. "Shit!" you gasp, involuntarily pushing back against her long fingers to soften the blow and the jam, so forcefully that your ass claps with each thrust as she fucks into you.

“Say my name, baby, who’s fucking you,” Paige demands. You groan, clenching around her thick, long fingers and spilling spurts of slick arousal as you pant, “You, Daddy!” Paige tilts her head, unsatisfied. “Nah.” Her hand, once forcing down your back, quickly wraps around your throat, clasping firmly as she whispers, “Tell me, Ma.” With the blonde holding you tightly, despite your attempts to escape, with no leverage, she easily grips you by the throat like a puppet, forcing you back onto her fingers with insane speed and force. She thrusts into you even faster, your clit now grinding against her thigh. You hike a leg up in a desperate attempt to run or crawl away, but she's got you firmly in place.

“Paige! Paige, Paige, Paige, you’re fucking me!” you cry out.

“And you like it, baby? Like how my fingers feel fucking that tight pussy?” she taunts, flexing her leg muscles and increasing the friction.

“Aww shit,” you moan strainedly, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach emerge. Your body still tries to crawl away, but your brain forces you to stay put, losing all the air inside you.

“Stop fucking running, ma, take it,” she commands. “Take it, baby, just cum for me, kay? Cum for me, give me your cum.”

You listen to the sound of your cunt, feel it pulsing and clenching around her fingers before you give up and stop fighting and allow all the pleasure crash over you, your body convulsing as your orgasm hits. You gasp and cry out, surrendering to the intense sensation as your cunt tightens rhythmically around her fingers, your clit throbbing against her thigh. She fucks you through your orgasm, continuing even after that, giving you no recovery time, no chance to catch your breath before she has you on your back, legs still spread and a wet mess beneath you. Leaning in, she murmurs, “Be good for me, be still, kay? Let me clean you up—jus' lemme taste you, baby.”

Your hand comes up to cover your face, crying out as you feel her tongue glide through your folds. Gripping onto her hair tightly, you sob—a genuine cry from the overstimulation. Through your tears, you manage to gasp, “Fuck, baby, it hurts so good, ugh!”

You shout and clamp your legs shut, burying her with a guttural scream once her fingers scissor your folds and hold them open, her tongue flicking exactly against your clit, making direct contact.

She pries your legs open inhumanly, like an uncaring monster, her voice resounding and vibrating in your cunt, "Hold your ankles in the air." a command.

You obey, and she’s even nice enough to help, her strong arms holding your legs apart as she laps and slurps up all your cum like she’s parched, her swallows audible and incredibly sexy.

You look down at her and watch her head shake around wildly, losing herself in the abyss, entranced. You try to push her away by bucking into her face, hands occupied, but you end up unintentionally pushing her closer instead. You whine out desperately, your toes, nipples, and cunt especially on fire. "Pl-PLEASE!" you gasp, "I c-can't, I’m gonna—" Her fingers replace her tongue on your clit, while her tongue dips inside you as she murmurs, "Mhm," You cover your face, and the last thing you hear before you pass out is the frantic noise of her tongue fighting to slip even deeper inside you. There’s the sound of a leak, then the subsequent opening of your eyes after what feels like days. You look down at your girlfriend to find her face glistening in a pool of arousal, juices smeared everywhere. Her first instinct? To lick around her mouth, trying to savor the taste as she smiles at you smugly, knowing she’s clearly gotten her point across to your fucked-out self.

Needless to say, Paige has proven herself to you as she knew she would always: she is NOT someone to be underestimated.

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AUTHOR NOTE #2: uhh so i reread this and i just wanna know if anybody else reading this who writes, is it crazy i reread my own work and blush at it like a viewer 😅 am i a freak guys 😅😅😅 do you do that too?? ANYWAY GUYS PLS INTERACT WITH ME ILY ALL MWAH!

[mymitochondriaforpresident]

The way Simon gave Wille both of their first kisses together though.

And the way this scene is burned into my memory forever. Specifically this particular moment, as beautifully captured by the lovely @books-books-smolderinglooks.

They invited smiling kisses, truly.

I'm stealing this gif from @books-books-smolderinglooks because this moment needs talking about more. So we know in this scene they first kiss kind of slowly and sheepishly and then Simon steps back. Moment of self reflection, for both of them. Simon didn't need much time here to realise this is exactly what he wanted, what he needed, he feels home, it felt so right. You can almost hear his internal dialogue going 'yes yes yes' and he literally throws himself back at Wille. Yes this is exactly what I'm digging at- the iconic 'Would you throw yourself at me?' and this is *exact* what Simon does. Perfection. But when you look at Wille's face, he's still frozen. He doesn't know what comes next. You can tell the hesitation and a hint of panic on his face. There is hope too, but it's mixed with uncertainty. What if Simon says it's a mistake? What if he pulls out again? Wille honestly doesn't know what to make of this kiss. And then when Simon smiles, he just melts. All those feelings just disappear and he looses himself in a boy he loves so much. He realises Simon needed this moment as much as he did. Simon enjoyed that moment as much. The relief on Wille's face is everything.

This is my favourite Wilmon kiss ever. It's perfection. Edvin and Omar absolutely killed it this season.