#love y'all 😘

[nescavaneckdaily]

Awww thank you all for being there for me... Its been such a up and down time for me personally, I felt like I was failing at life, at writing, at being an artist, at being a friend, a daughter, sister, a woman, so many things, but I can without a single doubt say, despite what's been going on in my life... Y'all are there, sending me msgs, meme's , epic pics of men, I like, and I love you all so freaking much... Thank you 🥰❤️💖💋💕🩷💞

@k-slla @jackles010378 @angelbabyyy99 @winchesterwild78 @cevansbaby-dove @cutedisneygrl @pia-bartolini - anyone I missed I'm so sorry, just comment below or reblog and I'll tag ya 💞🩷

[a-single-tulip]

Me, scheming for what to write next:

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Helloo! It's my first time requesting:)) I love your fics lol. You write so good!!

Can I please request yandere bonten men with a slightly chubby bimbo reader who's insecure about her weight. She's bubbly, gullible and naive. They caught her talking to someone who's tryna hit her up. For the nsfw part can I please get belly bulging 😔

no? *sigh* fine.. here's my offering..

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Yandere!Bonten!Mikey x Chubby!Insecure!Bimbo!Reader

♡ NSFW, fem reader, wife!reader, mention of Sanzu and Bonten execs, brief mention of murder, gun use, lowkey naive!reader, size kink, belly bulging, big dick!Mikey, spanking, unprotected sex + creampie, kinda rough sex, not proofread ♡

note: I didn't know if you wanted a poly relationship or separate, so I just chose Mikey (I couldn't do all of them, I'm sorry but my brain is fried), I'm trying to keep the note short so anything else I have to yap about is in the tags

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You, your husband, and the Bonten executives were out at one of their nightclubs, trying to enjoy the little bit of time they had to spare due to their demanding jobs. You were in your cutest little dress, Mikey's favorite dress to be more precise. The one that hugged your curves just right and drove him damn near insane from how bad he wanted to rip it off of you.

Bonten had all gone their separate ways throughout the night, essentially leaving Sanzu in charge of watching you. He walked away from the booth you were sitting at for not even five minutes just to turn around and see a man, who he recognized as one of your coworkers, sitting across from you and quite obviously flirting with you.

Sanzu's first thought is to get this man away from you, by any means necessary. He walks back over to the booth, drawing his gun and pressing it to the man's temple.

"I don't know if you know this, but this lady right here is my boss's wife. So I suggest you move unless you want a piece of metal in your brain."

As soon as he's made aware of the situation, Mikey gets security to escort the man out the club, you can tell he did it because he has the slightest of smirks on his usually blank face. He sits down next to you and pulls you into his lap, his hands gripping your thighs tightly as if to give you a warning.

"What did I say about talking to strangers?"

"But he's not-"

"Don't talk back to me, I could have this whole place burned to the ground in a matter of seconds with that bastard trapped inside."

Soon, the rest of Bonten comes over and surrounds you at the table, naming off all the things they could do to your coworker.

"We could send some of our men to his house, teach him a little lesson without-" Koko tries to suggest.

"Or we could just take care of him ourselves." Sanzu interjects, itching to whoop some ass.

They couldn't care less about the man being your coworker because employees are always replaceable and they know Mikey would rather you not work with him anyway, so they all silently agree to take care of him permanently later on. For now, Mikey has to take care of you. He excuses himself, dragging you from the club into the car, and as soon as he gets you home he's bending you over the kitchen counter and pushing your dress up past your hips.

"C'mon baby, you know better than to test me like that, don't you?"

Mikey brings his rough, calloused hand down on your ass, smirking as he hears the little squeak that slips out your mouth. He grips your soft hips, his bulge pressing right against your pussy through your panties. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants and underwear down. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your plump thighs to reveal your soaked cunt.

“Look at you, all wet and ready for me.”

His middle finger slides back and forth between your folds, brushing lightly against your clit and making you weak in the knees. He lines himself up with your entrance and eases in, his fat cock stretching you out and causing a painful yet pleasurable burning sensation deep in your stomach. You can feel the tip of his dick knocking against the inside of your tummy, bulging through and pressing you firmly against the counter.

"Fuck! You're squeezing the life outta me."

"T-too big 'Jiro.."

"Too big? C'mon you can take it baby, you always take me so good."

His hips slap against your ass as he thrusts hard, his hand burying itself in your hair and pulling you off the counter to get a deeper angle. His free hand reaches around, cupping your tummy and applying pressure to the bulge formed there.

"You're so full of me, aren't you baby?"

All you can do is nod hurriedly and spew out nonsense in the form of moans, too fucked out to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence. He presses soft kisses down your neck to your shoulder, his thrusts slowing down as he feels your pussy clenching around him as you cum. He lets out a raspy grunt shortly after as he starts to cum, filling you with his hot, gooey load.

He chuckles breathlessly as he pulls out, high off of his orgasm as he watches his cum leak out of you and drip down your thighs.

"You did so good princess. Gonna start behaving now, right? No more talking to strangers yeah?"

You mumble a soft 'Mhm' as your legs start to give out and you lie against the counter.

"Good." He peppers kisses on the nape of your neck before fixing his pants and helping you walk to the bathroom, knowing that he wouldn't have to worry about anyone stealing you away.

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[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Oh what we are, it doesn't matter (it does not matter) As long as you're here 💜

[catzy88]

Le Bien Qui Fait Mal

Or, Salieri's descent into bisexual crisis and BDSM madness

[laylawatermelon]

i have a chronic incurable case of cringeitis at literally every situation where my symptoms arecurling into a ball, collapsing to the floor even if I'm in public and worst of all screaming at random times when the moment invades my brain.

That being said, no i did not watch the family fued episode and probably never will.

Thank y'all for the recaps though it's really cute and funny.

[cloudofbutterflies92]

Ghost and Eden literally share the same trauma (with the exception that for Ghost is his dad and for Eden is her mom). I can summarize them with the song "forwards beckon rebound"

I'm not afraid of you now

Villain and violent

Infant and innocent

Baby, both arms cradle you now

Both arms cradle you now

[dandelioncasey]

Pro tip if you search for the deleted scene through the 911 ABC tag on tumblr.com you actually get a bonus of a free blocklist from everyone who's being a dick about it and not tagging their hate properly 😁😁😁

[highlynerdy]

If there was anyone to ever get through this life With their heart still intact, they didn't do it right. The last time I felt your weight on my chest, you said, "We didn't get it right but, love, we did our best."

x for my fellow angst gremlin and arthur lover, @queerofthedagger 🖤

[orgasming-caterpillar]

DOYH Chapter 20 

Ranveer's POV 

Ranveer was going to be sick. What the fuck had this day been? Not only had he surprised himself with his lack of restraint, it hadn't even earned the satisfaction from Raghav that he had expected. 

He couldn't believe he wanted to confess today.

He couldn't bring himself to do it the entire day, thumb frozen just centimeters away from the dial button. He couldn't do it in the car, when Raghav himself was mere inches away from him. He couldn't do it after beating someone up for Raghav. And now they were backstage in the auditorium and a dozen hands were on him adjusting his hair, his makeup, his clothes, and he thought— might as well go through with the competition first. 

It had all happened too fast. One moment, Raghav's hand was on his thigh, he was nipping at his bottom lip as he tried to concentrate on the road. He thought Raghav might want to talk, sort some shit out but the exact moment he opened his mouth to speak a person threw themselves in front of the car. 

The moment Ayush slammed his fist on the car window Ranveer's vision went red. He didn't remember getting out of the car, didn't remember beating Ayush up, but he did remember that when he told Raghav how long he had wished to do that, Raghav didn't smile. 

Nor was Raghav smiling now, as he stood behind Ranveer waiting for him to get his hair done. 

Ranveer tried not to look at him. Lord knows what would happen if he let his gaze linger a bit too long. Raghav was wearing a silk maroon top of the same design as Ranveer's kurta, with a neckline stooping too low on his chest to leave any coherent thoughts in Ranveer's head. 

Raghav walked out of the room to peek at the stage, and Ranveer followed soon after. 

Lights were off. Tension was high. And only one man in the spotlight was speaking over the audience's polite claps. 

Ranveer's heart shuddered in his chest as he realized who the man was. 

He still looked the same as ever, though better groomed. There was a gray streak in his black hair that Ranveer didn't remember being there. His posture was the same, and so was his voice. 

Laxman Bhargav. One of the judges for the competition, and Ranveer's father.

There was a distant hum building inside him, growing louder with each clap from the audience, with each syllable coming out of his estranged father's mouth. It came to a point Ranveer couldn't hear anything besides the hum. And in the silence, in his chest, a pressure made its presence known like some vengeful ghost. It filled his chest, filled his eyes and filled his world, making it difficult to breathe or see. 

How could he have not expected this? Of course the college was going to invite a world known dancer for the competition, they did so every year. 

He wanted to march over and make his fists sing. He wanted to run away and be done with this awful day. He wanted to scream at his father. He wanted to cry to his mother. He wanted to hide his sister. He wanted to do all of this at once, and restraining those urges was making him shake, concerning everybody in the backstage. 

He could feel people eyeing him strangely. Fuck that. He couldn't give less of a shit. The thought of dancing in front of that monster made him queasy. 

So he won't. 

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“You have to!”

Raghav was banging on the door. Relentlessly. 

For fuck’s sake. Let him breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

In. Out. In. Out. In. IN. IN. IN.

He couldn't.

“DARWAZA KHOL RANVEER!”

As he did, a very rattled Raghav took him in and started a new chant of curses. He wanted to say he’s not helping, but he was too busy trying to get air in his lungs.

“Okay, shit fuck what do i do what do i do you’re clearly having a panic attack.” He looked around the cramped changing room. “Okay shit listen,” he took Ranveer by his shoulders and got into his face, “you know that grounding technique where you use your senses? We’re going to do that. Tell me the five things you can see right now.” He wanted to snap at him that he can barely discern one leg from another but he focused on Raghav’s face, then his own reflection in the full length mirror, warm coloured and textured tiles on the floor, door of the stalls and the toilets insides. “Okay good, now four things you can feel.” Raghav’s hands on his shoulders, cold floor, wall on his back, Raghav’s breath on his face. “Done? Three sounds you can hear.” Raghav’s voice, his own heart beating out of his chest, and the sickly sweet voice of his own father. 

His father was here. 

Raghav's voice was getting distant. He could no longer hear it over the beating of his own heart. 

"RANVEER!" 

His vision swam. He let Raghav pull him into a chair. His temples throbbed with pain every time he thought of his father's sickly sweet voice. 

Raghav cupped his face, making him look up into his pleading brown eyes. "What happened!?"

Ranveer swatted his hands away. His words were a sneer, "That's my fucking father, Raghav. Laxman Bhargav is my father."

Even saying the name had shame crawling in his gut. This was why his father had wanted to speak to him. He must have seen Ranveer's name in the contestants' profile. He-

His thoughts were interrupted by Raghav's hands on the back of his head, pulling him in. Before he knew it, the side of his face was pressed against the bare skin of Raghav's chest. The comforting weight of Raghav's hand was on his back and on the back of his head. 

When he inhaled, he could smell the soft floral scent of Raghav's perfume, the freshly washed fabric of his top and beneath it, a warmth that was simply Raghav. Ranveer closed his eyes.

His panic seemed muted as he placed his hands on Raghav's sides, like the memory of hunger after you're full. Then why was his heart still racing? Or rather, was it the rampant beating of his own heart that was howling in his ears or was it Raghav's? 

Dimly, he registered that this was very possibly the closest he would ever get to having Raghav in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Raghav."

A knock on the door snapped them both out of their daze.

Ranveer quickly stood up and began fixing his hair in the mirror. He couldn't bring himself to meet Raghav's gaze, even in the mirror. It didn't help that Raghav was staring at Ranveer's reflection so intently.

"Sorry for what?"

"Nothing," Ranveer replied a moment too soon. 

"Ranveer." The chill in his voice sent a tremor through Ranveer's limbs. "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing, you should probably get the door-"

"You know who's at the door. They're calling us outside. What were you going to say?"

Ranveer turned around, a dark indifference in his eyes that marked the absence of whatever affection Raghav thought might have been in the air. "Open the door, Raghav. It's our performance."

Raghav was rooted in his place. His chest heaved with shallow breaths, his expression was a hundred different emotions. "Will you dance?" was all he asked. Though Ranveer wondered there were many other questions he wanted the answers to.

"Yes," he answered, to all of them. 

[xinyuehui]

✦ Not sure what milestone I'm celebrating here, but there's always an occasion for a giveaway!!! ✦

This one is for my Oh No! Here Comes Trouble "obsessions"

There'll be 2 winners for this giveaway

PRIZES

✦ Both winner will get a copy of the Peng Cianyou 1626 magazine

✦ One will get the A ver poster and cards

✦ One will get the B ver poster and cards

✦ Both winners will get the Yiyong & Guangyan shiny laser cards designed by ＠萌姜女 (MengJiangNü)

+ I will also throw in photocard sleeves and top loaders and other small knickknacks ♡

RULES

✦ You don't need to follow me. But you have to be an ONHCT & Peng Cianyou fan (obv)

✦ Reblog to enter, likes won't be counted. No spamming, a few reblogs are okay. No giveaway blogs

✦ You must be 18+ to enter, and is comfortable sharing your name and address with me. I will DM you via tumblr message so make sure that's open!

✦ Ends on 30 SEPTEMBER 2023 23:59PM (GMT)

✦ No entries from China region <- bit of a dumb rule but I carried all of these back from China, I'm not shipping it back to China 😂

▶ This giveaway is now closed, thank you for participating! ◀

[yahabadabado]

KyouHaba bender headcanons because I love avatar and kyouhaba.

Kyoutani as an earth bender or fire bender. To be honest I can see both so I'll break each one down.

1.Earth bender. I think this one fits a little more than fire. The forms for earth bending feel closer to his character than the forms for fire bending. Fire bending is mostly based off of different forms of martial arts, which is a lot more precise and calculated, while earth bending feels a lot more about being aggressive and rough while bending, which is the opposite. And it's known with characters like Toph and Korra that earth benders can definitely be pretty feisty and aggressive like Kyoutani. Additionally, he looks good in green.

2.Fire bender. This one also definitely feels like an aggressive form of bending. Fire does tend to represent anger, after all. And again, almost all fire bending characters tend to be feisty and aggressive like Kyoutani. While it is possible to create and bend your own forms in fire bending, it is a lot harder to do so than in earth bending. As Iroh says, Zuko only unlocked his full potential once learning how to properly fire bend after releasing his anger. Therefore, fire makes a little less sense to me than earth.

Although it's rare, it's possible he could be a lava bender, which is kind of like a mix between the two kinds of bending. Then I don't have to decide on one lol.

Yahaba as a water bender or non bender. Again I can see both so here they are broken down.

1.Water bender. Both of these make the same amount of sense to me. I like water like 1% more though. Water bending is very controlled and exact which works for Yahaba. It can also be an aggressive form though, with things such as ice and blood bending, which makes the most sense for him with the more hidden part of his personality. I also like to think Oikawa would be a water bender and would continue to be his mentor in bending. Additionally, he looks good in blue.

2.Non bender. I like this one too. He would most likely use a weapon of some sort, like all other non benders. Him being a non bender represents him being average and unimportant. But just like other non benders, he doesn't let the fact limit his potential and he continues to grow despite it. He'd have this sort of "wishing to be a bender to be unique and strong like the others" mindset which later turns into "I'm unique and strong because I'm not a bender" mindset. It could represent his growth as a character very well.

[lexyscross]

Looks like they could kill you, is actually a cinnamon roll: Danny, Chad, Mindy.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, and really is a cinnamon roll: Anika.

Looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you: Ethan, Tara.

Looks like they could kill you, and could actually kill you: Sam, Quinn.

[xxatlasxx]

Jeff Satur IG story on 08/12/23.

[hanna-cookie]

Silly ideas for the cod mw2 guys x male reader for y'all to write (part 1 i guess)

cod mw2 x male reader who looks super mean/scary when he has his "resting bitch face" but when he smiles...

He looks like an angel.

And than he has the cute little dimples on his cheek when he smiles, he looks so sweet and nice/kind when he does it 😘

What would they react? (You can add Los vaqueros with tf 141 as well if you would like! <3)

[crvngefrvll]

Me: *watches a movie series adapted from a book series*

Me: Alright I'm going to join the fandom and maybe buy the books-

*Me eventually joining the fandom and learning about the series*

*Sees the entire fandom fighting and arguing on about how inaccurate the movies are compared to the books*

Me: Holy shit here we go again-