#lawd I'm so tired

[mercutio-the-velaryon]

You would think Mel Medarda died in the season one finale the way the only discourse about her that gets popular in the wider fandom is about not only her actions in season 1 but a very specific scene in a very specific context like did y'all see her in season two or do you only care when she's a device for Jayce and Viktor's character arcs?

[sxtystrs]

why is showing people stuff like so embarrassing,. "aw hell nah" is this a good reaction or a bad reaction i can't tell i'm gonna fucking yell did i make a mistake or something ORRRRRRRR?

[colourfullanguages]

look i love being a humanities student and all, but constantly debating everything and criticizing societal norms and views in every single lesson gets tiring really quickly. and today my prof said that most humanities academics are on the more liberal side of things. which is not at all surprising. but being too liberal is not necessarily a good thing.

it gets to a point where it's just like there is no right and there is no wrong. it just is. everything is just is.

[markiafc]

entirely my own bias + eternal frustration at westernization, english hegemony, its always all about the west, etc. but god, mlc is very very explicit about being a buddhist story. it is thee primary idea the show is dedicating every breath to exploring. but nobody on tumblr dot com knows enough about buddhism to interact with the buddhist media. instead, everyone just copy-pastes black sails meta about escaping the narrative.

meanwhile the fandom on cnet makes buddhist references all the time, makes video essays about it, writes fics with titles after classic buddhist texts and buddhist motifs. like what are the people here even doing.

there's cultural difference and a language barrier. and then there's a show with lotus in the title, a protag named lotus, lotuses appearing in virtually every episode. nirvana allegories all over the place and the entirety of the protag's arc being a textbook buddhist journey. tons of other blatant on-screen references and even the main message of the story is borrowed straight out of buddhist scripture. and no one talks about it. i'm sympathetic but also can't help feeling like fans of the show don't actually understand the major points its making.

[burningfieldof-clover]

when i said i would fist fight god i didn't think he would hear me and take it personal

[yogurtkags]

writing separate hurt/comfort and nsfw fics at the same time is such a trip, but also very much like my last two brain cells — either sad or horny

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can you do a Plus!Size!Reader x Paul Lahote?

I’m thinking, reader who is Bella’s sister, has been friends with Jacob for years (stayed with Charlie) and she’s always had this massive crush on Paul. Since she is insecure about her weight/ looks, she always avoided Paul at all costs, embarrassing herself too.

One day, she gets dragged by Bella when Bella is mad Jacob. This is where Bella slaps Paul across the face. The reader stays in the truck but when this happens, she gets out of the truck to stop Bella. Paul phases which scares Bella and Reader but he then imprints on reader.

For a while their relationship is just friends (per readers request) until Paul kinda snaps in frustration because he wants to be more and he knows reader wants it too. Lots of fluff and reassurance that the reader is worthy enough for Paul.

Thank you so much, your writing is just amazing and I think you would write this really well ❤️

You're More Than Your Body

A/n: my thick queens!!! I know for a fact that Paul would be obsessed with them thighs! Oh lawd I can see it already!!! BTW I FREAKING LOVE THIS STORY I AM SO BOOSTING MY EGO BC I DID SO GOOD IN THIS! PLZ, I LOVE IT!

Warning: bad language

Paul. Paul. Paul. Nobody runs through your head like Paul. Even now that you're graduated and so is he, you see him around town. Especially since you and Bella are close with Jacob.

You stare in the body mirror in your bedroom, grabbing your stomach in hopes it'll disappear. It would make this outfit look so much better... your heart pounds as tears want to explode from your eyes. The pain of being the "funny fat friend" and always being the butt end of the joke your whole life has really been weighing on you. Even now, as an adult and being stuck on a guy since school.

"I need you to come with me. This is serious." Bella barges in your room.

"Oh, so the sad girl speaks to me now?" You glare at her.

"Look, I'm sorry for ignoring you and charl-.. dad, it's just been.." She stops knowing that you know what she means.

"Edward. Yeah." You roll your eyes and then smile at her. "Okay, what you got?" You ask.

"Jake has been away. They're saying he's sick. I have to see him." She says.

"He's probably tired of you stringing him along." You reply.

She shakes her head and then walks over to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down the stairs.

"Uh! Hey! Stop!" You yell.

"I don't want to go alone." She looks at you, still holding your wrist.

"Fine." You sigh.

You both get in her raggedy truck. She speeds up to Billy's house. The car ride was mostly her panicking, and you telling her to slow the Frick down. But, she pulls in with both of you alive. She gets out of the truck and enters past Billy. He sees you sitting in the truck, and you awkwardly wave.

The sound of whistles is heard toward the trees next to the house. You look over and see Jared, Paul, Sam, and Embry. Your heart races as your eyes fixate on Paul. They don't see you. It seems like they're calling for Jacob.

Bella barges out and goes over to them. Your mind blanks out with what is happening. You notice they're yelling and Paul is getting angry. You decide to be the protective older sister and run out of the truck.

"Bella!" You yell and make your way over there. As you get closer, she slaps him. "BELLA WHAT THE HELL?!" You grab her arm.

Paul is snarling. His body seems to get bigger. Next thing you know, he's a wolf. A silver wolf growling at Bella. She falls on the ground, and you stare at the monster. He looks at you and stops snarling. He whimpers.

"BELLA!" Jacob runs out and turns into a wolf, too.

This caught Paul's attention, and they began to fight, wrestling into the woods. You're breathing heavy in fear, but look down at Bella. She's confused and looking at Sam.

"Hey, bring these girls to Emily's place." Sam orders.

"Guess the wolf's out of the bag." Embry mumbles.

That's when you learn everything. Emily and Bella go on a tangent about it all. Embry is cracking jokes, and Jared is kicking him under the table for spilling too much to a 'leech lover'.

Paul walks inside and sits on the chair beside you. He turns back to Bella. "Sorry." He smirks and eats the muffins that are placed on the table. His eyes roam up and meet yours.

You pause. Is he really looking at you?

He sets the muffin down before rubbing his hands on his shorts. He extends a hand and smiles at you. "Paul." He says.

"Yeah, I know." You smile and shakily let your hand reach his. You feel warmth fill up your body. You know your cheeks are burning red.

His smile fades, and he lets go of your hand. "You know me?" He asks, as if he's guilty for not knowing you.

"Yeah. School. We graduated the same year and... you were quite popular with the girls." You snort.

He gulps and looks down. "Yes. Yes, I was." He seems so guilty. But his face turns back to you with a smile. "What's your name?" He asks.

You go to speak but Embry interrupts. "That's y/n. Leech lover's sister." He laughs.

Paul glares at him. "I'd like for her to answer that herself."

Embry lifts his hands up in defense. "Aight, chief. Or should I say.... imprinter..." He snorts.

Jared hits the back of his head. "Bro! That's Paul's story to tell!" He yells.

Sam enters and glares at Embry. "Stop it." He turns to Paul and smiles. "Welcome to the club." He takes Emily by the waist and kisses her.

"What's an imprinter? I'm confused.." You smile and look around awkwardly.

---

"Friends?" You smile at him.

He stares out at the beach, the waves crashing, and the wind blowing. "Yes. I'm sorry for not noticing you. I'm sorry for everything." He turns to face you. "Friends." He smiles.

You sigh of relief and look out at the water. You want more but you're too big for him in your mind. You accepted the bond, but maybe friends will do. At least you'll be around him, and it won't be so bad.

"C'mon. Let's go get food." He stands up and takes out a hand for you.

Yes. You've barely eaten today, and it's four pm. You take his hand, and he helps you stand up. When you're on your feet, he grabs your waist to steady you. That touch has you SPINNING.

"Where do you want to go?" He asks.

"Hm, I'm totally feeling burgers." You giggle.

"Oh, fuck yeah! My kind of girl!" He yells and takes your hand, kissing your knuckles.

He leads you to his truck and takes you to a small diner. It's actually the one you, dad, and Bella used to go to growing up. Now that she's back, the trips here have been more frequent.

He opens your door and helps you out by holding your waist. He seems to love grabbing you there. Honestly, you don't mind, but at the same time, them love handles are ugly to you. He leads you inside and you both get a seat and order.

Paul looks over your face.

You awkwardly look around and smile while blushing. "What?" You ask.

"Nothing." He chuckles and sips his Dr. Pepper. "What's it like being Bella's sister?" He asks.

"Nothing but drama. But I love her. She's very giving to family." You smile.

He nods. "I don't have anyone but my asshole father. I don't live with him, thank God." He rolls his eyes.

Your heart aches for him. You can't imagine not having anyone. "I'm so sorry." You reach out and touch his hand.

His eyes dart toward your contact, and he smiles. "Nah, it's no big deal. I have my boys."

"I guess that makes things better." You smile and let his hand go.

The waitress places your guys' food down, and you both enjoy the night getting to know each other.

It's dark out now, and you're in his truck watching the roads as he brings you home. You're startled when you feel a hand on your thigh. You look down and see his fingers on your flesh. His thumb is rubbing your skin. You look over at his face. He's just watching the road.

---

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Paul is at your window. You know it's him because he HAS to show up every night after patrol. You get up from the bed and open your window. He climbs up and closes it behind him. He hovers over you with a smile.

"Hey." He whispers, pushing hair behind your ear.

"Hey." You blush and soak in the warmth of his body heat.

He slowly leans in, looking in your eyes and then to your lips. No. No. You're too ugly. He's just into you because of the bond. Shit! You don't want to be used. You back away and awkwardly laugh. He gets the message and looks at you.

"Wanna see what I've been watching?" You plop on your bed and pull out your phone.

He smiles and lays beside you.

You show him the YouTube videos you've been addicted to until you fall asleep.

---

You're eating the brownies that Emily made while sitting at the bonfire. Everyone is talking and you're stuck in a debate with Sam.

"No! You're wrong!" He smiles, pointing at you.

You laugh and put your plate on the ground to get focused. "Sam, listen! I'm telling you, the grass is wet in the morning because of the dew!" You yell.

"It's because of the rain!" He yells back.

"Aren't you out all night? On the nights it doesn't rain, why is the grass wet then?!" You're laughing so hard.

Paul, from beside you, gently touches your knee. "He thinks he's always right. You won't win." He laughs in your ear.

"Love birds." Jared smirks.

You look at him. "No, we're just friends." You smile.

"Still?!" Jared asks, shocked. "Damn, Paul! You're taking your time." He laughs.

"Dude.." Paul shakes his head in annoyance.

After the bonfire, Paul brings you to his house. You're super freaking tired, and you fall on one couch in exhaustion. Paul puts a blanket over you and sits on the other couch that's next to your head. The couches are in an 'L' shape. He sits there while you fall asleep. Your arm falls out, and he looks down at your hand. He slowly takes it, holding onto it while you sleep.

---

You wake up and feel a body underneath you. You look down to see that you're on a snoring Paul's chest. You look around and see that you're in his living room. You panic and sit up, going onto the other couch. Your movements wake him up.

"You alright?" He asks in a tired and low voice.

"I.. don't remember falling asleep." You awkwardly giggle.

"You were shivering, so I joined you." He yawns and sits up. "Was that alright?" He asks worriedly.

"Yeah.. yeah, that's okay. Thank you." You smile.

He smiles back and checks his phone. "What you want for breakfast?"

"How about I make something here? If you have anything." You stand up and walk to his kitchen.

"Yeah, I've got stuff. You sure you want to cook? I can do it." He stands up and leans on his fridge, watching you.

"Yeah, no! I've got it." You smile.

He smirks and walks up to you, grabbing your waist. "You're beautiful." He whispers.

Your breath hitches in your throat. You look up in his eyes. "Friends.." You whisper.

He sighs and lets you go. "You know, I can't with you. You hold back so much and you won't let me in." He says in frustration.

You put the stuff on the counter and look at him with worry.

"I want you and I know.. I KNOW you want me, too. Why can't I have you?!" He smiles but is still aggravated.

You gulp and cross your arms. "I'm not good enough for you. All through school, you wanted the skinny girls. You only want me because you imprinted on me." You say quietly.

He starts laughing with anger. "Are you serious?!"

Tears threaten to escape your eyes. He notices and frowns. He pulls you into him and rubs your back. "Nobody will ever compare to you. You're more than your body. And if I didn't imprint on you, I would still think you're fucking hot." He says. "Let me prove it." He pulls away and looks at you.

You smile, hopeful, and touch his cheek. "You mean that?" You ask.

He grabs your waist and picks you up effortlessly. He tosses you on the couch while you giggle. He hovers over you and touches your stomach. "I love this." He smiles. His hand lowers to your outer thigh, and he squeezes. "I love this." He continues to squeeze your thigh. "Oh, the way these will be my pillows." He chuckles. "I love..."His hand moves lower, "may I?" He wants to touch your ass. You nod, and he happily grabs your ass. "Jesus, I love this." He bites his lip and looks over your face. "Most importantly," his hand touches your chest where your heart is rapidly beating, "I love this." He says. "You're absolutely stunning." His eyes scan your features. "I'd show you off to the universe."

You're smiling, blushing, shedding tears, and lowkey screaming inside. Your heart is swollen with love and affection. You never want this to end. Now, you understand, you are perfect for him. You grab the back of his neck and pull him down to your lips.

His lips meet yours, and the kiss is gentle and loving. Your lips move perfectly, and he finally pulls away. "What an amazing kisser." He smirks. "Mine, now?" He asks.

You laugh and nod your head wiping away your tears. "Yes, Paul. I'm yours, now."

[ronearoundblindly]

Kissing, lighting and sleepy sex for Hideout Steve and Reader?

I am not prepared. My feels...they shall be too deep and endless. I shall try anyway.

From this dirty ask game for this AU series where Nomad Steve lets motel-employee!Reader soothe his touch-starved body. Lawd, halp me, this is about to get crunk in a tooth-rotting, put-some-pillows-beneath-you you're-gonna-faint type o' way. [y'all can't tell I drank during the eclipse today, right? I'm subtle? Cool.] MINORS DNI.

K - Kissing

ACK My heart! Or rather, there is something deeply adoring for Steve when you kiss his chest, over his heart. It makes him feel just that much more like a person who lives in this world, who belongs in this world, who will return one day to this world...

His hands are also a big one--no, not just actually big hands, but important to show love to because he uses them for such violence. Each kiss is like a little touch of forgiveness for what he's done or had to do with those hands. He appreciates the trust it takes, too, to kiss his palms, when he could easily stop you breathing (sorry, that sounds dark, but Nomad was in a dark place, okay, bad things occur to him now).

Steve loves to kiss your stomach, and it might be somewhat taboo to say, but he has a touch of that crawl-back-home-for-safety comfort thing going on when he presses close and holds your center to him. It's not a mommy kink or roleplay, per se; he relishes the connectedness of being one and curling up against you is the only non-sexual way he knows how to achieve that--like in Chapter 3 when he falls asleep in that position.

As far as leaving marks though? Steve can emphatically say 'hell no,' not on purpose. Pain is a bit, meh, weird for him because he heals so quickly. He might not even notice if you did bite or bruise him. He certainly wouldn't see it in the morning. He does not in any way associate marks with love or affection since he only ever saw them on himself after fights or on women (including his Ma) after being abused.

That is not love to Steve.

It's control, it's dominance, it's inequality, and he fucking hates it.

L - Lighting

Steve entirely defers to you on whether there are actual lights on or off. He likes to use his senses to explore and enjoy you, so without light is fine. He's just here for you.

Steve does, however,--no spoilers for Chapter 5--like ambiance such as candles or something dim and colorful. He thinks you'd look unbelievably perfect beside a sparkling Christmas Tree. He hopes to celebrate (all holidays and birthdays and everything) openly with you some day. The sooner the better.

(Except, no audience for him making love to you under those twinkling lights, please. He's staunchly opposed to that sort of thing.)

S - Sleepy Sex

So, again, no spoilers for Chapter 5, but once Steve gets comfortable with oral sex he is comfortable with oral sex, if you catch my drift.

If he wakes up first, he's on you in some way, arms and legs draped over you, kissing any place he can get to, man-handling you just enough to start something he 100% will finish. He's just...uh god, so attentive.

With the super senses and being a fugitive though, it's not often that you can wake up before him, truly, which limits or completely removes the ability to surprise him with a blowjob, but he will dreamily let you roam wherever your mouth and hands take you. As long as there's lots of contact. As much as possible really. Like lay your arms across his thighs and abs while playing with him. Maybe put your body over one of his legs and ride his foot if you need to. He must feel attached in some way. Cold, distant, or separated does not do it for him.

Here's my absolute, I-will-die, favorite thing about Hideout Steve though: when he's tired/fatigued/worn out/sleepy, he gets louder.

Much. Much. Louder, babes.

No cursing, mostly, but all the moans and groans and whining are totally dialed up. And I don't know about y'all, but I can't really think of anything fucking sexier than Nomad Steve screaming that he's gonna come.

🥵

Thank you for asking!

A/N: Here lies Ro in a puddle. She made up a man she wants and will never have.

[Main Masterlist; Hideout Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[kuni-is-daddy]

Gojo satoru x F!+m! reader

MINORS DNI---. ❌🤠

Female reader special! <-- Working out with gojo ;)

Gojo x F! sorcerer reader <;--

HEADCANNONS OF HIM EATING YOU OUT AND SLOPPY TOPPY

FEMALE READER. (Use of mommy)

Gojo will eat you out like ITS SURVIVALL. Pushing you over the nearest table or counter and holding your hands while he eats you out.

Gojo loves when you sit on his face after a stressful day of being annoyed by the 'higher ups' he loves looking forward to you smashing his face in between your thighs.

"D-Dont fuhkin stop baby. Cum on my face mommy. Wanna swallow that cum down my throat~ please give it to me~"

Gojo who would rub his thumb against your clit while shoving his tongue inside of you. Reaching spots you never knew existed

"Toru~ oh fuck toru. I-..Im gonna cum. Ah~ you make me feel so good daddy."

"yeah? You like that. Oooh shit~ you like how I rub on your clit?"

Gojo who BEGS you too keep riding his face even if he taps or grabs on your ass hard because it's so FUCKING hot to him.

"baby. Baby please come back. It's fine I'll be okay just plzz sit on my face again~" tsk tsk him making puppy eyes wouldn't work on you this time.

Gojo who asks you to absolutely ruin his hair. He tryna have his hair FUCKED UP. A pretty boy like him getting devoured in your pussy.

Grab his hair and jerk on it roughly when you feel like his tongue isn't deep enough inside of you. Ride his face like your holding on for dear life. Gojo wants you to completely cover his face with your cum.

Gojo wants you to have the hottest orgasm in your life. To the point where he cums so FUCKING hard through his pants.

While you make out gojo would shift his hands down your pants. "Mmm this pussy wet f' me already?" Then shove his fingers inside of you. He'd finger you against the wall while mimicking your moans against your ear.

Gojo loves to shove his fingers inside of you, rushing back and forth as if it's his cock then sticking his tongue out waiting for your delicious cum. The way he'd breathe heavy like you as he waited for you to reach a orgasm that would send you shivers.

M! READER. .(zaddy😩😩)

Gojo was tired of being asked for arranged marriages and relationships with girls. 'sorry, I'm gay yK that right. 100% gay' boop. Hangs up phone. Why bullshit around with people he doesn't even like? He wanted you.

Gojo who has you wake up to him sucking your cock. "T-toru..hah...mmh..what r you doing.."

Mmm I figured this would be the perfect way to wake you up baby. I still want you from last night, why'd you tease me like that :((

You and gojo we're at a party and he sure did make a entrance coming their in his ICONIC BLACK SHIRT (OH LAWD😭😭😩)

His muscles were FLEXED like crazy and you were NOT having all those girls stare at that sexy built man of yours.

You pushed him into a bathroom stall and pulled down his pants and fingered him

"F-FUCK Mmm~ daddy doesn't like seeing his little slut all worked up for him?" He was so fucking horny. He didn't care if you fucked him and everyone was lined up outside the bathroom. God he loved your cock inside of him

During missions he'd make quick haste with the special grade curses and pounce on you while undressing himself

When gojo gives you head he sometimes forgets his eyes are covered "Toru~ wanna see your eyes baby.. can I take it off?"

"mmph..mhm..you can do whatever ya' want to me daddy~"

While fucking him youd take the cloth covering his eyes and shove it inside his mouth. Have him crying and screaming through it while you fuck him doggy style

Gojo who sucks your dick in a hot spring. The hot water constantly splashing against his face as he bobbed his head up and down while jerking off with the other hand.

Gojo who secretly wants you to fuck him in his domain. The bliss of knowing everything and being at the center of the universe in utter peace. Being able to yell out for you so FUCKING loud till he loses his voice because no one could hear.

Pov: you said his domain gave you a headache and never went back in again :(( he begs shoko to find a way to let him change his 'nauseous domain'

[inlovewithchrissturnn]

y'all please. the gravity falls obsession has subsided and so has the httyd one. BUT WHY IS THE HENRY DANGER FIXATION BACK. PLEASE LAWD IM SICK AND TIRED OF NOT HAVING A BREAAAAAKKKKKKKK

Netflix took seasons 1-3 off of the show, so now I have to sit through the last two. but I reFUSE. to finish it for any reason, so im stuck on season 4 💔💔

NOT EVEN JUST HENRY DANGER, JACE NORMAN IS JUST FUCKING HOT. EVEN NOW HES SO FINNNNNEEEEEE OH MY LORD HAVE MERCY.

anyways!!!!!!!!!!

you cannot tell me this man ain't fucking FINNNNEEEEEEE

(yes I'm ovulating. please leave me ALONE.)

[vamp4kaulitz]

Make up sex w tokio hotel🤗

No pacific pronouns, can be seen as any gender. requests open<3

2008 n up will make a 2023 one

Bill

We all know bill is hella scary when he's mad, so you'd back down but he'd still be mad.

Definitely would curse at you in German

Would say "Scheiße" a lot

Definitely would run his hand through his hair and sigh..🤗 lawd have mercy

"I'm holding myself back for you, liebe. Please do not test me right now.”

Would sing LOUD ASF and pretend he couldn't hear you. When you would try to talk to him he would sing even louder.

"Bill! I am talking to you, don't act like you can't fucking hear me!"

You'd get enough you'd kiss him to shut him up.

Now..

He'd definitely degrade you a lot. No doubt.

He'd even call you his fuck toy and doll.

"Hm? You wanna cum? No, you decided to be a fucking bitch this morning, so now your gonna take me like the slut you are."

If you'd beg him he would pretend to think and then say no.☠️

Tom

He's scary but not that scary as Bill.

He would definitely like chuckle angrily and move around a lot.

"I'm a asshole? What's new, its not like I never heard that word come out of someone's mouth."

Would play his guitar to cool down. If you tried to talk to him he would lose it.

He'd say; "What? Are you coming back to bitch at me?' In German and then scoff and continue playing.

He would definitely try to play his guitar aggressive and loudly and then be like "I can't hear you." Knowing damn well he can😒.

He would also put on music and pretend he can't hear you. He wouldn't care when you came in the room he made his practice room in your house.

You would get enough and crash your lips onto his, and it would get more heated.

Touching on your waist a lot.🤭

"Hm? What was that? You wanna cum? Nuh uh, you were being a bitch earlier and now you wanna cum? No, your gonna sit here and let me use this tight hole."

Georg

Bro

This mf is imitating when he's mad omfg..

He would say nothing and let you yell at him, he would death stare at while sitting there all imitating n shit😭

"Look, you know what, l'm just gonna go upstairs and play on my guitar."

You'd get so fucking heated omg

"Georg are you serious?! You do this every fucking argument! You go huddle yourself in your practice room, and at like nothing is wrong!"

He would slam his practice door room and you'd bust right back in. "Georg Listing! Who the fuck you think are you slamming this fucking door in my face!"

You would be yelling at him and he would get enough and put his guitar down and walk up to you with that imitating ass look omg 😭you'd start backing up while stuttering on your words🫢.

You'd back onto his table and he'd put his hands on the side of the table. "I'm so fucking sick of your yapping."

And then he would kiss you aggressively while y'all moving y'all's heads to the sides.

He would grab the hair tie off your arm because you kept it there for him when he needed one, and he tied his hair in a ponytail.

Would praise you! Also would kinda grip your hair.. 🤗

"So good for me, very good for me." He said while grabbing your hair while he face fucked you. He would definitely lay you on the table in his practice room while fucking the emotions out of u.

Gustav

He would get so mad at a point every sentence he speaks has a curse word in it.

He would take off his hat in frustration and run his fingers through his hair and then put it back on.🤭

“Schatz will you—“

You’d be so mad you wouldn’t hear him calling you and then he just screamed at you💔.

“SCHATZ! I’m not dealing with this right now!! I had a long day with the band, and I’m tired! Leave me!”

He’d storm off and go play his drums HELLA LOUD and fast.

You open the door and slammed it and then went off at him. You know he couldn’t hear you well, but it was a good stress reliever to get everything out that’s been bothering you.

You got so mad and then left. You knew he wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

He come back later after showering and cooling down and lay in bed with you. He would start kissing your neck and rubbing all over. “Liebe..I’m sorry for yelling at you..”

You couldn’t help but cry, because Gustav never raised his voice at you, ever. If you did he wouldn’t, he never liked having arguments with you.

He would hear you and turn you over and immediately get sad. “No no no..liebe…” He would at in such a sad voice. He would kiss all over you and wipe your tears.

Then..he kisses your lips and you didn’t wanna pull anyway and it became more heated🤭.

He would praise the fuck out of you😭

“Your so beautiful meine liebe..I’m obsessed.”

Missionary, he wanna see how good he’s fucking his baby. He will definitely pound harder when he feels you tightening around him.

He would go to fucking crazy and he would have no choice but to degrade you.

“Fuck, your gonna cum? Your gonna cum huh? That’s right baby, come on this dick, come on this fucking dick like the slut you are!”

that was a roller coaster 🫢

hello everyone!! i had this account for a year but never posted omg😭. i have a huge passion for writing but not as much as i love dancing! but u kinda get it!

i am currently accepting requests, but i will make on what to NOT request for them!!

banner made by tokiosaturn0 on Pinterest, I only use this one and the black one they made!! if u are the artist themselves and want removal DM me!!

[grace-kami]

Very messy and very rough WIP that I whipped up just now.

I had a long day, fam. I'm very tired. I eat so much food, I probably gained like 100 lbs in one day. Oh lawd, save meh.😩

But I'm very excited for what I have plan for this! I hope it turns out good!!

Now I'm going to fekkin sleep!!

Goodnight and I love every one of you!!

"Me?"

Yes, you.🫂

(Edit: not me absolutely losing my shit because this piece is going to be very large and I ran out of room on my paper. So....I have to do a total redraw on in my larger sketchbook. Traditional art problems, amirite.😑)

[fernandomagicalonsomanydances]

Back again to rank my latest feelings for the F1 Grid

Carlos Sainz Jr. - this will never change I will love him until I die I do not care what car he drives he will be my fav top step or DNF. I am the definition of ride or die when it comes to this absolutely pure wholesome hottie whose character somehow manages to outshine his good looks which is saying something given he literally looks like a fairytale prince

Fernando Alonso - can't have sweet without the spicy and I love this filterless agent of chaos whose persistence and ability to outperform his car throughout his career have made him the legend that he is

George Russell - a wholesome little crumpet who I would die for. He's so sweet and sincere while simultaneously being posh and classy. I love it all the more because his background is pretty working class

Esteban Ocon - speaking of working class gotta round out my trio of drivers with humble origins with the one who worked his way up on the sacrifice and belief of his family. Ocon is a working class hero and I will be an Estie Bestie perpetually unless he fucks up Ollie. This is his last chance to not lash out at a teammate because he'll clearly have the position of seniority at Haas next year so no reasons to fight Ollie Bear. If he hurts Ollie I may have to give him up but it will be painful and I will cry about it.

Oscar Piastri - I love pastries and Oscar is no exception. He's absolutely showing all the potential to be a legend of his generation. He's the second coming of Kimi Raikkonen and I'm here for it. Also much like Carlos and George he has absolutely impeccable gentleman vibes and because he's Aussie it comes across even a little more down to earth, like if he cycled past while you were having a flat tire or something he'd stop and try to help

Ollie Bearman - yes I know technically he isn't on the grid but like I lost Logan this week so let me have this. He's a sweet wholesome little nugget who I would die for. Just a little floof. And he's a promising little floof too!

Charles Leclerc - the more I watch this sport the more I realize that the Leclerc haters are insane when they say he's only popular because he's attractive and drives a Ferrari. The man is a bloody good race car driver and that's enough as is. His looks and his loyalty to the prancing horse are just bonuses.

Sergio Perez - help me Sergio Kenobi you're my only hope SO PLEASE START CLOSING THAT GAP BETWEEN YOU AND MAX it's embarrassing and I do NOT need him losing that seat because then who will I root for as a "home" driver. I've lost Logan, if I lose you too Checo I will have to switch to a different continent because I REFUSE to support the Canadian Nepo Baby who's wasting a perfectly good seat that someone else could be making much better use of

Max Verstappen - my brother in trauma. I swear I have the most sibling-core feelings for Max. As in I love and support him but also can't stand to see him win all the time. I cannot compliment him without adding some spice of insult to the compliment. We're two traumatized kids from different families with hard ass dads. Hence why on a personal level Max is probably like #3 for me. I'm very emotionally attached to that Dutch menace but I don't want to see him win more than 3 or 4 races a year

Daniel Ricciardo - if I lose Checo I will be claiming the man whose speech to his younger self wakes me up every morning as my home racer because good lawd he loves Texas lol. And who can have a top ten of drivers and NOT include the ray of fucking sunshine that is Danny Ric. He just fills the world with joy and tomfoolery

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Hello! I'm going through a rough time right now and I was just wondering: can I request the ROTTMNT turtles x a S/O who has anxiety, depression and PTSD? How would they take care of a S/O whose depression spells make it hard for them to get out of bed, take care of themselves etc? Bonus if S/O is plus-sized/chubby and insecure about it.

Hope you feel better soon 💜

Raph Leo Donnie and Mikey x Reader with anxiety, depression and PTSD

Raphael

★ Oh lawd please let him help. He wants, no, he needs to help you. You are his s/o and he cares about you more than you think. Need a mental health day? He's coming over with sented candles and snacks.

★ Anything you need, he's going to give. If you are having one of those days where you feel you can't leave bed he will stay by your side so you don't feel alone. If he needs to leave your side he grabs a few of his favorite teddy bears and puts them on the bed where he was.

★ He's familiar with the concept of having body image issues but never once thought about you having them. Your body is perfect to him. It's soft and warm, ideal to lay down and cuddle with. What could be missing?

★ You are gorgeous. You're probably tired of hearing those words from well meaning people but to him it's true. In his eyes every single thing you see as a flaw is beautiful.

★ "How was your day?" Is asked every night when the two of you meet up. He genuinely wants to know how your day went and how you are feeling. If something went wrong of if you are stressed out about something you should vent.

Leonardo

★ When you start to open up to him about being insecure he is going to feal really bad. Mostly because he knows what it feels like and the idea that you feel the same hurts.

★ He is going to mess up at first, but he wants to help. He regularly sends you random body positivity photos and memes he finds online.

★ One of his go-to ideas for when you're feeling stressed out is to bring you on a walk around the hidden city and do a little sightseeing. Usually it works and you get your mind off whatever was bothering you.

★ PTSD attacks scared him at first, purely because he didn't know what to do. He felt really bad after he first saw you have one because he had to call his sister, April, to help. Later he went down a rabbit hole of googling and websites to know what to do next time.

★ Nowadays he is much more prepared, he knows a few grounding techniques to try and help you through PTSD attacks. He even put together a "emergency Y/n kit" filled with stuff for you. Among other things it's got gum, a soft blanket and some watter.

★ it's just a tote bag that sits in the corner of his room. It also has a few Lou jitsu movies on DVD to watch together.

Donatello

★ You have unlimited access to his room and lab for the sole reason that it's the quietest place in New York. It's definitely not because he worries about you and wants to give you a safe space. Not at all...

★ When you don't have the motivation to get up out of bed you get to have some very rare and valuable Donnie cuddles. Usually he would cuddle you for so long but you need this, so he does it for you.

★ He tries to gently bring up the subject of antidepressants, hoping that you might decide to try them. But in true Donnie fashion does it by saying "Did you know antidepressants affect two neurotransmitters in particular, serotonin and norepinephrine?" Yea, he ain't slick.

★ He would never force or pressure you into going on meds. If you say you don't want to go on them for whatever reason he accepts it and leaves it at that.

★ However, if you choose to he would go over the different types of medication. Lists off the side effects and benefits along with what they actually do. For gods sake, he might go through the process of drug compounding for you. No doctor prescription needed.

Michelangelo

★ Can't find the motivation to get out of bed? He's joining you and ends up clinging to you while asleep. He's only leaving the bed if you leave the bed.

★ However, neglecting your own health is where he draws the line. You are not allowed to neglect yourself (not bathing, eating enough or letting yourself to give up). Imagine him saying "open wide!" While holding a chicken nugget up to your mouth.

★ Venting session might do you some good. If you can't afford therapy (thanks American lack of public healthcare) he will pick up a book on phycology and try his best. He's not the world's best therapist/boyfriend but he's trying.

★ Over time you end up telling him a lot about where your PTSD came from. Mikey is really good at noticing things that upset you now. Along with that he researches the effects of mental illness, to try and know more about what you're going through.

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Foaming at the mouth for sub!graves I want that bitch Obliterated (but anyway i love your writing and happy new year!)

BARKING HOWLING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH LAWD HAVE MERCY. I want to fold him in half and destroy him. Thanks so much for the ask anon! <3

"How about I make you remember?"

Pairing: Sub Phillip Graves x Dom Fem!Reader

Type: Hard NSFW Fic

Tags/Warnings: dom reader, sub character, femdom, hate sex, enemies to lovers, smut to fluff, SWEARING, degrading, slapping, choking, riding, teasing, reader being mean to graves, british reader, grinding, begging, restraining, I think that's it...

A/N: I'm gonna open my asks as soon as I revamp my blog and get my motivation back on track. I will get to the asks still festering in the ask box. I might just write them as thirsts of blurbs since school is keeping me busy. Anyways, enjoyyy <3

i wanna slap his ass so bad its not even funny

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI.

Sun poured through the gap in the curtains, landing harshly on your sleeping face. You groaned sleepily, your head throbbing as you got up to close your blinds. Except they weren't your blinds. The room was unfamiliar to your foggy, hungover brain. Well, until you caught sight of the man who was sleeping beside you.

Phillip fucking Graves. You scowled, a few weak memories drifting back into your tired brain. Yes, thats right, The Shadows, Los Vaqueros and 141 had gone out drinking last night. But how did you end up naked in this jackass's bedroom? You snatched up your bra and panties off the floor before putting them on and striding over to the sleeping man.

You ripped off the covers, the cold air jolting Graves awake as you straddled his naked hips and pinning him down so he couldn't escape. He was clearly hungover too, his eyes sluggishly searching his surroundings before he spoke.

"The hell are you doing? It's only...", he turned his head to check the clock on his bedside, "only 9AM.." he said hoarsly.

You sat back on his hips, making him suck in a sharp breath as you pressed down where he was sensitive.

"I'm not asking you again, bitch." You scowled, cracking your knuckles. "What the fuck happened last night?"

"Well.." Graves swallowed slightly, looking around the room before looking at himself then at you. "We all went out to drink after we dropped Hassan. I guess we must have had too much to drink and... had a little fun with eachother."

"Fuckin' hell-" You groaned, sitting back on your hips and making Graves take sharp breath in. He tried to wriggle you off, obviously not wanting your hips to be pressing down on that area any longer, but you stayed put.

You thought for a moment, having no recollection of anything dirty whatsoever but you were skeptical. His wriggling underneath you was obvious and you weren't stupid, you could feel him getting pent up. Your mind began to wander. What would the great Commander Phillip Graves look like getting fucked into an oblivion of a moaning, slutty mess? Now you just had to know.

"Phillip?" You cooed innocently, looking down at him through your lashes.

"Y-yeah?" He said, distracted. He was still trying to shift underneath you so his growing bulge wasn't as noticeable.

"I really can't remember last night..." You continued sweetly, tightening your thighs around his waist and stopping him from moving. Just for good measure, you wrapped your hand around his neck and shimmied your hips back onto his crotch, feeling everything.

Graves's head dropped back onto the pillows, a breath escaping his lips and dark blush spreading across his cheeks. You could read him like a book and he knew he was fucked. Literally.

You squeezed his neck lightly, still keeping up the sweet act. "I really can't remember what happened..." you pretended to pout, rocking your hips down. "Can you?" You purred, your sickly sweet voice sending shivers down Graves's spine. He shook his head desperately, biting the inside of his cheek to stop any sort of noise from escaping him.

"Shame." You sneered, your voice hardening back to it's usual cold and merciless tone. You leant down, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear. "Maybe we should try again. Have a redo...? How about I make you remember?"

Graves eyes widened and he swallowed hard, his breathing a little heavier as he tried not to meet your gaze. He didn't even know how you both ended up in the same room, he infuriated you and he knew that. Your revenge would be brutal and he knew you would push him until he broke apart beneath you. Nonetheless, he couldn't deny the way his body reacted to your touch.

"Please d-do..." He muttered, barely audible.

"What was that?" You asked, acting as if you hadn't heard him. For good measure you rolled your hips downwards, making him grunt. Your gaze was cold, practically drilling into his soul. "I can't hear you." You smirked cruelly, rocking your hips backwards against him yet again.

"Please.." He whispered, face burning with embarrassment. "Please make me remember.." You raised your eyebrow, leaning down to him and squeezing his neck once more.

"Ask nicely." You cooed, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear.

"Please.." Graves practically whimpered, his heart thumping in his chest. "Please show me.. fuck me.. please~". You were a ruthlessly deadly animal and he knew the only way he could survive your wrath was to give up any remains of his pride or control.

You gritted your teeth in satisfaction at his response, squeezing his throat and rocking your hips brutally against his bulge. He choked out a moan, grasping for your waist. You quickly denied him, gripping both his wrists in one hand and pinning them over his head, keeping your other hand tightly around his throat.

"God fucking dammit Graves.." You growled in his ear, your lower half pressed harshly against his groin.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you. Make you scream my name like the pathetic, needy, little slut you are." You sneered softly, your lips brushing his ear.

The gravelly sound of your voice and the feeling of your breath made Graves heart skitter in his chest, his breath heaving in pure need as you whispered those filthy words in his ear. He couldn't help himself, a pathetic noise leaving his lips as he closed his eyes. It was too much, you were playing with him like a cat plays with a wounded mouse.

"Please..." He whimpered, his breathy weak voice higher than usual as he gasped for air. "Please don't stop. Be mean to me. Ruin me.."

You couldn't control yourself any longer, your primal urges exploding through your veins like a roaring tsunami of wild lust and vicious needs to destroy him. Your hand squeezed down on his neck completely, roughly bucking your hips against his naked crotch. He coughed and let his head fall back onto the mattress, crying out in pleasure.

"You filthy little bitch." You spat, keeping your hand tightly around his neck and lifting your hips up to yank off your panties once more. His breath came in ragged, breathy gasps as you dragged your thumb down his shaft and slicking him up with his own precum.

He shuddered beneath you, attempting to catch his breath but you gave no mercy. You thrust his length deep inside your warmth, making him choke back a cry of pleasure and arch his back upwards as your walls tightened viciously around him.

"F-fuck~" He moaned brokenly, pathetically trying to buck his hips upwards into you. "Ple-ase~"

Your frustrations for this man only intensified your need to fuck him stupid, make him sob and cry in pleasure until he apologized for the non-existent reason he pissed you off.

You slapped him hard across the face, making him practically cum right then and there.

"Please what?" You said coldly, your own steely tone surprising you although you didn't show it.

You clenched around him, making him whimper as he struggled to pull his hand from your vice-like grip. Your hips moved slowly on his beautiful shaft, making you sigh softly as you used him for your pleasure. He bit his lip to stifle his lewd noises, trying to stay on your good side.

"Please.. use me as your toy darlin'.." he gasped out, his American accent more prominent with desperation as you moved yourself painfully slowly up and down his thick length. "I need more~"

You hummed in reply, his cock beautifully moulding your insides to his shape and spreading a molten hot feeling of pleasure throughout your body. Maybe, just maybe, you could warm up to him.

"Please ma'am.. I'm beggin' you~" he whispered, doing his best to stay still and not make too much noise. "Fuck me."

Oh he was being such a good boy. It made you want to praise him, kiss him, give him what he wanted and most importantly, use him. You stayed like that for a while, torturing him with slow, sadistic pleasure as he tried to muffle his groans and whines by turning his head and biting down on the pillows.

Soon enough, you caved, the temptation of breaking him down into a messy slut became too much. You wanted to destroy him. Make his eyes roll back until he cried out so loudly his neighbours would know you by name.

You drew yourself up, leaving just his pretty pink tip inside you before slamming your hips down with a grunt of pleasure.

Graves moaned, the fabric of the pillow dropping from his lips as slurred strings of 'thank you's and 'fuck me's and 'ma'am please's were torn from his throat as you rode him hard.

Your skin slapped against his, the bed rocking with the force of your frustrated, pounding downward thrusts. You let out nothing but harsh panting breaths and the occasional rough groan since you were two busy focused on the man breaking down beneath you.

His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his eyes rolling back as tears of pure ecstasy trickled down his cheeks. Drool slipped from the corner of his kiss-bitten lips as uncontrollable moans and choked sobs were ripped from his throat. He looked gorgeous.

Not a minute and a half in, Graves tensed up and his back arched, his eyes squeezing shut as a gravelly cry was pulled from the bottom of his lungs. He came hard, thick ropes of his release painting your insides as he lost his mind.

He went limp as his body was spent, but no, you didn't stop. You would never stop. Not until you had done exactly what he begged so sweetly for..

You were going to use him until your name died on his lips.

He looked up at you with bleary eyes, his mind foggy as you kept him hard inside you, overstimulating and using his pretty cock. He couldn't even form words to thank you, he just looked up at you in complete reverence as tears dripped from his long blonde lashes.

You let go of his wrists and neck, cupping his face before leaning down and kissing him sweetly. The action was so gentle and full of praise compared to the merciless thrusts of your hips. You held his hands, guiding one down to press his thumb against your swollen clit.

With each piston of your hips, a wave of pleasure rocked through your body from the delicious friction making you moan lowly into Graves's mouth. He would whimper in return, squeezing your other hand while he rubbed gentle circles onto your clit as you rode.

Soon enough your high came rushing through your body. It hit you like a freight train, your body tensing and trembling as you clenched and constricted around Graves. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan as your eyes rolled back, your release soaking the sheets beneath you.

Your tightness sent Graves crashing over the edge into euphoria and he cried out loudly, his moans interrupted by desperate gasps for air.

You lay your head on his shoulder as you both went limp, the room silent except for the heavy panting of both parties. He gently removed his hand from between you two, keeping the other tightly holding yours. He gently ran his fingers down your lightly scarred back, eventually drawing up the courage to hug you close.

A gentle, breathless laugh escaped your lips, making him smile to himself.

"Do I still piss you off, darlin'?" he asked softly, his voice raspy from moaning and panting.

"Most definitely.." you replied, your tone of voice giving away the small amount of fondness you had for this insufferable American.

NOTE: I AM SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS SO LATE. I GOT THIS ASK IN JANUARY. ANON I HOPE YOU SEE THIS, I APOLOGIZE 😭🙏

Mentions: @ch3rrys0da-tv , @expressodecafdepresso , @nanami-kento-simp , @f0xtr0x

And my special CoD babygirl simp @toshidou (I tagged you just in case 🤫)

[dazyskiie-luv]

★ Incorrect quotes (but by me and my friends)

— mentions of death, overbloting, therapy ((since some people like to avoid it as if it'd kill you)), sebek hate 😵‍💫, and male reader

[Name]: if you got killed by a flying banana how would you feel

Idia: A WHAT

[Name]: a flying banana

Idia: well do i know its going to kill me

[Name]: so true

Idia: YES OR N

[Name]: i read thay wro.

[Name]: umm

[Name]: ur choice

Idia: well

Idia: if i know its goung to kill me id cry

Idia: however if i was caught by surprise id peobably question everyrhing in that moment

Idia: why did i get killed by a flying banana? how did i get killed by a flying banana? why was the banana flying? how did it have enough strength to kill me? was it destined for me to be killed by a flying banana??? who threw the banana????

Jade: Azul said he'd feel betrayed

Azul: Well.. I mean I got killed by a banana

Azul: Was it because I ate your family

Azul: My fault.

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[Name]: LILLA HOW TF U SURVVING ALL THESE HURRICANES AND RAINPOURS

[Name]: LAWD

lilla: lol

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Sliver: im sos eleph

[Name]: sleep

Sliver 5 hours later: are u a wizard.

Sliver: i fell asleep :(

[Name], not looking up from his paper: idk probably

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[Name]: im doing therapeutic exercises 😠

Riddle: thera what

[Name]: therapeutic

[Name]: therapy exercises

[Name] who's slowly being covered in blot: (i dont have a therapist)

Overblot [Name]: ((i just remember this))

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Azul: sounds like me tbh

[Name] grabbing a gun: we are too alike, one of us gotta die.

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[Name]: wishing i was drowninf in a lake rn.

Ruggie: emo ahh

[Name]: YOU.

[Name]: this is my 19th reason

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Cater to [Name]: My favorite pookie wookie pie with whipped cream and sprinkles and those wafer things i forgot what they were called but they're like sticks filled with chocolate idk <3

Yuu looking horrified: Are you tired

Yuu: Is this why you're saying this stuff

Cater: no

Cater: I am tired but this is just me being me!

Yuu: I should've known....

[Name]: My eyes are teary up.

[Name] with tears running down his face: I feel like I've been violated in the worst way possible.

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Floyd: Bro said "its fine i can do it" and his jose grew

[Name]: I was about to say "bro lied too much"...

[Name]: bird beak.

Floyd: BHWJAHAH

Floyd: bro got that crane beak 💔

[Name]: traffic cone!

Floyd: ong!

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Idia: fi udbprays tofay 🗣🔥⁉️

[Name]: did u pray today?!

Lilla: fi i ibuprofen fowhsay

Idia: IBUPROFEN????

[Name]: so true honestly

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[Name] reading a sign saying "marry me": .

Austin: If you say yes I'll feel happy

Belphie: I can't say die to a child....

Neige: You say die to me

Belphie: Die.

Neige: See what I mean.

Neige: This is why I put a bomb in one of your drawers and hadn't set it off yet.

Belphie: U PUT A BOMB IN ONE OF MY DR.

* Belphie and Austin are my rsa ocs ! Beauty and the beast & Sleeping Beauty :3

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Ortho holding a sign to [Name]: I think your pretty

Ace: u used the wrong your

Ortho: YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR DAD SHOULD'VE USED? A CONDOM.

Ace: WHAT.

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Idia: is this justin bebiber???

Idia: beiber

Idia: beiber

Idia: be]

Idia: yeah

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[Name] talking about Sebek: Hope he trips and cracks open like an egg.

Ace: HELP ME.

Yuu: same ong

[Name]: sunnyside up for breakfast guys!

Deuce trying not to laugh: SUNNYSIDE UP US CRAZY.

[Name]: I'M RE-PURPOSING HIM.

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some screenshots for context 😵‍💫.... n word slur usage btw