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coffinflop · 9 months ago
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we are cooking
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wrinklemcdinkle · 2 years ago
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also like- I dont think grandpeepaw finn tidestrider is waking up anytime soon. at the very least I dont think he will be wake up unceremoniously without some grand scene planned out. Like I understand the excitement for our fishy grandpa but- guys-
hes in a magical coma after being a bird for DECADES, and we dont even know HOW he became a bird nor the ramifications of undoing a transformation after so long. We know theres different schools of magic involved (including NECROMANCY i believe). they have tried everything they could right now, physical and arcana.m- even the alarm spell which wakes you up if it goes off- and he hasnt woken up. I bet that they need someone of power (strong wizard, priest, idk) to give us an understanding of what happened- he could be cursed to sleep- who knows. Because right now nobody knows.
honestly if i was a bird for decades and gillion right off the bat fed me gunpowder i’d probably wanna be in a magical coma too. lord knows what that bird ate- i dont think he was fed black sand but-
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junglejim4322 · 7 months ago
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I can’t believe “fake gamer girl” was an actual concept guys thought existed literally the most unfuckable guys who have ever lived were convinced girls were faking being interested in loser nerd hobbies to impress them
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jeonseoguu · 3 months ago
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old jotaro drawing dump i made for my sister a while ago
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boomposhpow · 7 days ago
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WEIRD SCIENCE!!! what ford was doing for 6 years before he met bill in gravity falls fascinates me like what was he up to!!!!! alex hirsch make journal 1 and 2 right now!!!!! i want more anomalies!!!!!
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theresascove · 1 month ago
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you at the edge of the bed, you about to fall off ₊ ⊹
loser!ellie williams x f!reader
your slow, awkward first kiss together turns into a little make out session
tw: not proofread, fluff, little bit of plot, college!au, nerdy/loser!ellie, popular/dancer!reader, r has an impulsive personality, quick makeout session, mention of grinding, kissing, confessions sorta, friends to lovers, r is mentioned to be drunk at a party
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There’s that saying that opposites attract, and it partially describes you and Ellie. Going off of surface looks, absolutely you’re the completely opposite from each other. She’s got the nerdy title—glasses, nose stuck in something space related, keeping to herself. Meanwhile you’ve got the preppy title—on the dance team, outgoing, and known to be friends with everyone (you know what’s going on at all times).
You were aware of Ellie’s presence, but mainly her name. You rarely see her save for a class since the both of you share the same major. So on a surface level, you seem different—but on a deeper level? You’re very alike.
You had been paired with her for a class group assignment. Noticing how others were keeping silent, you pronounced yourself and led the assignment. That’s initially how you got her number.
Then it spiraled like a falling snowball. One thing led to another and you were spending any free time you had with her. Compared to you, her schedule was more flexible. Without a sport or a large social status, she had most of her day free—used up for studying or relaxing. She had a few friends, but it was lowered to stay between these two people. Then you joined the friend group.
It was unlikely to see the two of you together. You definitely knew people were talking seeing how the others on your dance team looked at the both of you around campus. You shrugged it off as a friend, but as the time went by—you knew it was more.
All your free time you had was spent with her, you even started to carve out moments to see her—even if it was just a minute long. You longed to see her, feeling your heart skip a beat in excitement when you saw her. You were aware, but also unaware of the way your heart chased after her—desired her.
It was late at night, drunk at a party when you came to realize you liked Ellie Williams. How? You thought some stranger was her, and your reaction elicited a very different reaction from you. Being so drunk you spilled your mind—stating your thoughts out loud when you saw this fake Ellie. By doing so the subconscious thoughts came forward and you had a breakdown.
You liked Ellie Williams.
You tried to call her but she ended it quickly, stating she was in a study group. Luckily your friend Annaka took your phone from you and tsked, saving you from drunk confessing to her.
The next day you felt like a fool, waking up in your bed sober with the realization. It might be one sided, but you only live once—why not just break it off and say it now. So you made the insane choice to go over and visit her, wanting to try and see your relationship from a different point of view. Could she be interested too? And you’ve been oblivious this whole time?
In your dance coverup uniform, you pulled the collar over your mouth—walking across the street while fighting the blistering cold air. Her dorm wasn’t far, just a few blocks from yours. She opened the door, eye bags under her eyes likely from studying so much for the upcoming exam.
“Hi?”
“Ellie,” you beamed as best as you could with a hangover lingering, “hi.”
She moves back so you could slide past her and into her bedroom. You noticed the other bed laid empty.
“Roommates gone?”
“Yeah, she’s back home for the weekend.”
You hum in response, feeling nervous now when you realize it could be a perfect day to tell her how you feel. She sat crisscrossed on her bed, head resting on her hand as she reads over her notes.
“Are you ever going to study for the exam?”
You lean over the end of her bed, eyeing her, “aww, so sweet, you worry about me.”
She grows a tad shy, tapping her pencil, “no, I don’t.”
“Mm, sure. I haven’t studied yet, but I’ll just start studying tomorrow. We have time still.”
She signs, flipping the page, “you say that and then get a C every time, just come sit up here. I’ll help.”
You hop up quick, hands reaching to pull yourself up. You make yourself comfortable, which means you sat towards the end of the bed with your knees hiked up under your chin as you listen to her. She asks questions, voice soft like a whisper. It lulls you, causing you to stare at her with a look that takes Ellie back when she catches it.
“Why’re you sitting so far back, come—“
“Ellie,” you call out, voice no louder than a whisper as well. She hums, sitting entirely too still as her eyes flicker across your face. Her warm desk light highlights the color in her eyes, the way her freckles move around her face, her lips—
It’s not entirely how you imagined, but you find yourself moving closer. Hands crawling on her soft sheets as you lean just ever so slightly, eyes moving towards her lips. She’s not moving much save for the last second.
“Can I kiss y—“
She cuts you off, moving quick to kiss your lips curtly. Immediately after she coughs, cheeks pink as she tries to go back to her homework—but you’re reaching over to cup her jaw and bring her back towards you.
“Of course,” you whisper your response, eyes searching for confirmation before she leans back down to kiss you again—this time, it’s a real one. Neither of you are pulling back far enough, between each kiss you’re already moving back to kiss again. Her hand falls on your thigh and you’re already moving to straddle her thighs, arms wrapping around her neck as she leans you back onto her desk almost.
You hum against her lips, hands curling into her hair as she brings her lips back on yours again and again and again. It turns your lips red, almost swollen, and glossy. Her hair, once laid out straight—now looks a bit like she just woke up with how you’re pulling on it.
Soft hums and giggles molded into moans and gasps quickly. Ellie would kiss down your neck, behind your ear, across your cheek—you would pulling her back to kiss her deep, mouth at her jaw, bite her ear.
You’re both thankful that she keeps her bed on the lowest mount, because she’s easily able to manipulate you to lay back down on it. Here she stands on the edge of the bed, body slotted between your thighs. The whine you let out when she grinds her jeans into your heat was sinful, and it pulled Ellie out of her trance. The sound got her dizzy, disoriented almost. You were an angel beneath her, hand brushing at her cheek as you smile up at her.
You laugh softly, fixing the glasses on her face, “are we dating?”
“Yeah, y-yeah,” she replies, eyes blinking rapidly, “fuck yeah.”
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 10 months ago
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Lap Pillow
[First] Prev <–-> Next
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polarprude · 2 days ago
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molinaesque · 1 year ago
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Astarion: I think he likes us. Tav: I like him, too. But I'd never say it to his smarmy face. Raphael has a crush on Tav and tries real hard to act cool about it.
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ozzgin · 9 months ago
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okay, hear me out: mean girl!reader x nerdy/sub!yandere
nerd!yan who gets bullied by you all the time, with harsh name calling and forcing him to do your homework.
nerd!yan who grows intrigued with you. you’re so confident, so pretty, so cool! how can he not like you?
nerd!yan who’s slowly growing more obsessed. his breath hitches whenever you loom over him with that annoyingly hot smirk of yours, calling him such mean, degrading names
nerd!yan who gets jealous whenever he sees you targeting someone else. you can’t bully them!! you should pay attention to him and only him. oh well, he’ll just have to eliminate the competition, so you can go back to “tormenting” him again.
nerd!yan who’s really such a pervert! he followed you home and was pleasuring himself to your scent that lingered on your clothing… such dirty behaviour!
mean girl!reader who returns home to find one of her classmates in her bedroom, and how can she not smile at the sight? he’s so pretty, such a cute little plaything…
mean girl!reader who had always been aware of nerd!yan’s obsessive tendencies, and played along. but now that he’s been caught red handed…
mean girl!reader who degrades poor nerd!yan for being such a disgusting pervert, but submits to nerd!yan’s fantasies anyway. she plays with him, leaving harsh love bites and scratches over his soft skin, reducing him to a moaning, whiney mess.
nerd!yan who’s basically your pet now, obediently following you throughout school, happily accepting all your orders, no matter how demeaning or gross they are.
people who even dare look your way with romantic interest? they get disposed of in…well, let’s just say, messy. oh, but not that nerd!yan will ever let you see it happen! your precious, beautiful eyes should be shielded from such violent acts. but if you ever ask… tilt your head playfully with a soft smile and ask him to let you watch, he might.
tldr; mean girl and a nerdy yandere that are both equally toxic for each other
have an awesome day!! I would really like to see you write a concept like this <3
-Ash
A/N: I'm including someone else's request as I think they mesh well together: "a mean bully!reader with a yandere!loser, where reader basically just uses him like a pet and has him do whatever she wants" I'll be doing my best, but do keep in mind this is written by a loser nerd so I can't guarantee accuracy. I also don't want to be too mean, even if it's hypothetical, y'know? 😭
Nerd! Loser! Yandere x Mean Girl! Bully! Reader
They say being in the right relationship motivates you to strive for the best version of yourself. Sometimes, the opposite is true. What happens when your soulmate brings out your most depraved self?
Content: female reader, mildly NSFW, obsessive behavior, violence, bullying, loser is meant in a loving way, yandere consents to everything
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You really aren't that bad of a person. Or at least you weren't before you met the odd man you now call your boyfriend. How did it all begin? For the sake of full disclosure, alright, you have always been somewhat on the mean side. A little too sarcastic, a little too blunt, perhaps a little too harsh. You don't like soft people and have little patience for their stumbling attempts. But, you can hold your tongue as long as it doesn't involve you.
The meeting, at least from your point of view, was entirely accidental. Despite just starting your university year, your charisma had quickly gained you enough friends and acquaintances to have a stable sample of potential group partners. Except for one class. One single missing person, and you were asked to include a name you didn't recognize. Some young man who almost never showed up to class.
Oh, but he did. He was there for every lecture, for every seminar. His, and yours. His first encounter with you was not what most would call romantic. On day one he'd gotten lost. The crowded halls, the new environment, the noise, the smell, everything overwhelmed him, and he found himself wandering in a panic, until at last he bumped into you. The impact sent him straight onto the ground, books pathetically spilling from his trembling arms. You, on the other hand, remained standing as if nothing happened. "Pull yourself together, dumbass", you hissed through your teeth, looking into his eyes for one brief moment before moving on to your friends: "You have to give it to them straight, otherwise they'll think we're still in high school and someone will hold their hand all the time. It's embarrassing! Grown adults!"
He can't remember anything else from that day. Only your voice, your expression, your stance. Somehow, for whatever reason, that "dumbass" went straight to his heart. To think you'd look after him, a complete stranger. You were right, he needed to recollect himself and figure it out. Something even his own mother omitted to mention.
How he wished he could be like you. The way professors relied on you for discussions, the way your friends flocked for advice. But see, he knew you were faking most of it. That overly sweet smile and exaggerated politeness, all of it was a mask you'd learned to wear at any time. It only came off when dealing with people like him. There was a certain pride in that fact: he'd seen the real you. Not your "friends".
The more he thought about it, the more plagued by need he became. The need to hear you speak to him again, in that raw, unfiltered voice, with that disgusted glare piercing through his entire being. Thus, he did his best - as per your advice - to find another opportunity. The group work. One glance at him was enough for you to remember: "Ah, fuck, you're that dumbass from first day", you whined in frustration. Instant arousal.
And so, your unusual partnership began to develop. Or rather, your game of tormentor versus tormented. (Un)Paid actors and nothing more. It didn't take you long to notice his strange reaction to your verbal aggressions, almost as if the man relished in your ruthlessness. He seemed to know exactly what buttons to press in order to anger you. In return, you decided to see how far you could go until he'd finally cave in. From insults, to flicking him in the forehead, shoving him against the wall, ordering him around like a collared dog. You had your suspicions, but it all culminated when you went over to his little dorm room for a final project review. You'd gotten so upset - what did he even do? - that you pushed him hard into the ground and straddled him, holding onto the collar of his jacket and shouting profanities. A horrified grimace struck his face, and you froze. Have you gone too far? Was he finally going to ask that you stop, and put this strange charade behind? "P-please give me a moment, I..." he panted, frantically trying to move you aside. "I need to take care of myself. I'm so sorry." You hesitantly stood up and noticed the obvious erection in his pants.
You have a strange effect on him. He is not incapable; he knows it very well. And yet, the temptation is too great: to pretend, to exaggerate, to fail, anything to have you take the lead and lovingly scold him in the process. "What do you mean you're too anxious to present your part? Christ, you're useless. Utterly, completely useless." He can't wait to pleasure himself later to the memory of your words. Truly addicting. He doesn't mind being a doormat if it's your feet keeping him down. You bring out his most pathetic, perverted, deplorable self.
The same can be said about you. You've never been this mean to anyone. You hadn't even intended to reach this point, yet something keeps riling you up. Maybe it's his pleading pout whenever he's being reprimanded. The hooded, lustful eyes gazing up at you submissively and waiting for the next burning whip of your tongue. He brings out the worst in you and he loves every second of it.
You unlock the door and march into the bedroom (you've since moved in together). Without a warning, you grip his chin tightly and give the man a firm tug, forcing him to pay attention. "You did something, didn't you? I was supposed to meet with a classmate for coffee and he vanished without a trace. Won't answer my texts or calls." He shakes his head in denial at first, wide innocent eyes glistening in fear. Ah, he can't help it. His lips curl in a crooked grin. He's been caught. You shove two fingers in his mouth, and without delay he twirls his tongue around them hungrily. "What a psychotic bitch you are. You want to be the only one, huh? Is that what it is about?" Between the slurps and the whimpers, you can discern a hurried nod.
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coffinflop · 10 months ago
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when the mutual gets locked out of their apartment
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zukkaart · 8 months ago
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Toph: Zuko, don’t pretend you’re not the type of guy to keep a list of all the people you’ve slept with
Zuko: you’re right, it’s called a marriage license
Sokka and Zuko: *high five*
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kouibin · 2 months ago
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me when im looking for a fic but all im getting is pure smut
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kanekisfavoritegf · 2 years ago
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Dry-humping Nerd!Eren.
He was a virgin at the time, and had never had any real sexual experience but still wanted to make you feel good. You offering a solution to his not-so-little problem would be. Sitting your pretty self on his lap. Your sundress rises as your spread your legs on each side of the boy.
Slowly you moved your clothed cunt back and forth as your boyfriend whimpered and whined out incoherent pleas for relief.
“Oh fuck.” Eren would moan into your neck as your hands found their way to his hair. Pulling and tugging at the locks as your arousal seeped drown your panties and onto Eren’s pants.
You felt yourself push harder and harder onto him, begging for more friction as Eren’s hands now held onto your hips roughly, trying to slow your movements. But it was futile; Eren had been rendered weak from arousal, and with a pornographic moan, came in his pants.
Rocking your hips slower now, you watched as your boyfriend's glasses fogged up, and drool dripped down his chin.
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yandereend · 5 months ago
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Yandere nerd x gn reader x yandere pretty boy
TW : faked death, yandere stuff, i dunno bad things, reader is kinda delulu
Special thanks to -👠anon
Your dead.
He was devastated, you were his life, his saving grace, his entire existence.
It all started when you meet Jake in class. He was the kind of nerd everyone picked on. Tall but scrawny, his clothes were past down from his brothers, his hair overgrown and his acne scars didn’t make him any more appealing.
He felt like he had nothing in life. His family didn’t care for him, his parents even told him straight up at some point that he was a mistake. His grades were bad, i know shocker. Sadly he only appeared like a nerd. The only thing he had going on for him were yandere stories.
He was the type of guy to listen to the asmr, to read the stories, to write with character AI and hope to find the love of his life.
He often pondered during class if one of his classmates could be the one, or the guy on the bus, maybe the girl at the supermarket, a teacher, there was that guy with-
Class this is yn, be nice.
Its you, it was always you.
This is the moment he always dreamed of, your his darling.
The moment he saw you he knew it was over. He followed you in the halls, watched you every moment in school, he even signed up in the same classes as you.
And the best part about it all was you. You treated him so well, you never made fun of him, even in class you helped him with math. That must mean you love him, thanks darling.
He never had any type of real friends but this must be it. And next you will be his partner. He planned everything out, ask you out, then go to a restaurant and then to the cinema.
But then there was Dorian.
The biggest asshole in school his complete opposite. Pretty, rich, popular, charismatic and you new boyfriend.
Jake never stopped watching. He wanted to make sure Dorian didn’t mistreat you. He always wanted you to be safe…
So here he was at you’re funeral.
He cried harder than everyone else, standing out beside your family and friends who tried to stay put together. He was a mess and he felt anger knowing you never knew how much he loved you.
But where is Dorian ?
He knew Dorian shared feelings similar to his, that much was clear after all his stalking. So why didn’t anyone see your dead body and the person you were closest to was nowhere to be seen?
Jake was maybe not the smartest but far from the fool Dorian took him for.
He will find you and bring you to your actual home.
💛Thanks for reading let me know if you want more <3 requests are open and i hope you have a great day 💛
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florallylly · 10 months ago
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eddie munson stumbling over his words, speaking absolute gibberish to steve and steve's eyes have just glazed over bc he's already named their children in his head
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