#my stomach hurts but im fine fr

[etherealbabycloud]

Chris Evans got married.

[mooodyblue]

i am just so tired

[jjenthusee]

Enthusiasm

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Summary: Sometimes the most intimidating can be the most tender.

A/N: HAPPYYY NEW YEAR i give u soft Jason 😌 i’ve been on and off (so sorry about that) but im excited to see what stories will be posted to this account this upcoming year :D so much has happened to end December, but i powered through and i wanted to finish something that was sitting in my drafts. so please ENJOY :) comment if you’re comfortable, reblog if you like the story, and have some flowers 💐

Tags: Fluff, hurt/comfort, i just wanna kiss his beautiful face fr, reader and jason are in competition of who can out fluff the other

Word Count: 2.5k

previous work linked here

The smell was strong.

Gunpowder and soaked clothes. Jason felt like a wet dog coming home with his tail between his legs. Holding onto the door frames, trying to not bump into the walls.

He had hoped the rain would have washed away most of the blood and burnt smell that radiated from his skin, but no matter how much he tried to rub it off, it was still there. Lingering after his every step, after every breath he took.

Each step into your apartment felt like he was contaminating more of the air, that he was diminishing the warmth you exuded so effortlessly.

His fingertips burned as he tried to grab a dry shirt and some sweats to change into, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

His mind raced and raced as he couldn’t focus enough to grab a single hanger in the closet. He already felt like he was standing underneath a beacon of light from the single bulb illuminating the entire closet and he couldn’t afford to wake you up now, you might smell him and you would find him disgusting until he would beg and beg that he could strip all the smell away.

Jason felt dizzy at the thought of you leaving. He had imagined many scenarios, all kinds of ways you would be gone. Tortured, kidnapped, or you simply walking out the door as he watched because you didn’t want to love him anymore.

It sickened him. A kind of bile that stuck to his throat when he tortured himself with the thought of you leaving him. He rubbed his face, feeling his calloused hands scratch against his skin as he tried to rub more of the smell away.

He could imagine the sound of your voice, screaming his name in fear or even quietly fading as you faded from his arms.

Sometimes the hallucinations felt so real, like you actually left until he found you at home. Living your life, perfectly fine.

“—on. Jason.”

He instinctively grabbed the knife from his utility belt, so quickly and efficiently that it felt like breathing for Jason.

He was still dizzy, but parts of your face were slowly focusing through his lashes, readjusting until your entire face was clear in his vision. He saw your wide eyes, opened because of the suddenness of him aiming a knife to your neck, but what made him feel even more sick to his stomach was the worried look on your face despite the survival instinct overpowering his brain.

It screamed how much you cared about him. The same man that pointed a blade at you.

He couldn’t breathe.

“Jason, it’s me. I’m right here.” You stood still. Watching the intense adrenaline rush from Jason. It had been a while since you’ve seen him escalate this badly.

“No, no. I‘m—you’re not real.” He pleaded, talking more to himself than at you.

“You’re home. You’re back home.” You tried to reach out with your words, giving him something to metaphorically grab onto.

“Please go away.”

Your heart pinched at his broken words.

“Everything is okay. I’m okay. I am right here.” You repeated.

As adamant as Jason was about stopping his hallucination, he couldn’t raise his voice. He was quietly whispering his pleas as you stood at arms length, confusing his reality and mental images. You didn’t waver to call out to him because he felt more wary of you than you did of him.

The blade he held to you was something he hadn’t done before and as frightened as you were in that moment, you stayed calm. Not for yourself, but from how much he shook and his disheveled appearance, Jason was just scared.

You continued to speak to him, giving him tender reassurances, explaining and truthfully telling him how safe he was and how he could relax from the anxiety plaguing him.

Jason’s eyes were relaxing as he listened to your voice, his muscles were loosening his grip from the blade the more in tune he felt with reality, and he suddenly felt all the exhaustion weigh on him. His knife felt so heavy. Every second he was growing more tired as he realized he was safe enough to finally let it go, so he threw it to the side.

The blade bounced to the floor, reflecting and shining the light from the closet back into the dark bedroom.

You took a deep breath watching the blade leave Jason’s hand, then you looked back to him, seeing his soaked hair stick to his face. His armor caked with dirt and blood blending into the fabric.

As much as you wanted to call Alfred, Jason was in no condition to see another person right now.

As you analyzed him, you saw, physically, how much the night had roughed him up. Jason’s hands were limp at his side, his head hung to your feet as you stepped closer to him, testing how close he was willing to let you get.

“Jay? You’re still in your armor, we need to get you out of your soaked clothes.” You gently spoke.

He said nothing to you, focusing on pacing his breaths in a way that didn’t cause him more anxiety. He kept his eyes closed.

“Do you need my help? I can help, but if you want to do it yourself—“

He grabbed one of your fingers, his frozen hand stinging your warm one that absorbed the heat from your blankets not too long ago. His large hand held onto your singular finger, feeling your smooth skin, trying to sink into the soothing feeling of physical touch.

You patiently waited, letting him go at his own pace to grasp that he was safe enough to ask for this much from you.

“I’m glad you made it home.” You spoke. Feeling Jason’s skin trace your knuckles and veins in your hand like he was memorizing and analyzing the living being he cared so much for.

As he continued his small rubs, he eased his touch to a feather light hover over your arm. Feeling up to press his thumb underneath the fabric of your shirt sleeve, mentally talking to himself about the feel of the fabric and its color.

You let him ground himself, taking note of how still you kept your body. All control was in Jason’s hands like a puppeteer over your entire self. He wanted to scream out to himself that he was selfishly touching you, but he was walking a very thin line of losing his mind any second and the feel of you was keeping him focused on something other than his racing head.

He was so tired that he grasp his hand onto your shoulder to gently pull you toward him, resting his head into your hair, smelling how familiar you were.

He thought you smelt so much better than the gunpowder and burning flesh from his body.

He rested his hand behind your back, slowly feeling up to cusp behind your neck, letting his fingers settle onto your pulse. Counting the thumps and feeling the repeated rhythm he memorized numerous times to fall asleep to.

Jason brought you in closer, matching his breaths to yours because if he felt like passing out, he reasoned to himself that it should be completely because he wanted to be one with you.

You settled your forehead onto his neck, taking a deep breath into his skin.

Jason flinched, feeling his skin tingle to your warm breath exhaling to his hair. He hummed before he was about to pull away from you, remembering his stench.

“I’m sorry, I…stink.” Jason apologized, fighting against himself to release you, but also grip you harder.

You pulled him back to you by his neck and arm, leaning his damp hair onto your head.

“You don’t need to apologize. Besides, I love your smell. I think I stink ‘cause I haven’t showered ever since I got back from work.” You lazily smiled up at Jason, appreciating that he was talking to you.

“You don’t smell.” He emphasized, whispering his sincerity into the small space between your bodies.

“I was sweating a lot today, so we can be stinky together if that’s what you’re worried about.” You comforted him, reaching up to cusp his cheeks. Soothing the redness on his face from his harsh rubs. “We can wash up together if you want to. It’s also okay if you want to do it by yourself. I’m always open to what you tell me, no matter what I’ll be right here until you let me know.”

Jason felt the ease in his shoulders, the voice in his head calming. It wasn’t completely silent, but it was a little quieter when you were speaking so gently to him.

“Can we wash up together?” He asked into your palm, rubbing his nose into your warm hand.

“Of course we can. I can get the water ready while you get out of your gear.”

“Hm.” Jason agreed into your touch.

“I won’t make the water too hot. I also got a new shampoo yesterday and I haven’t used it yet, so we can smell like eucalyptus together.” You could feel Jason’s frozen nose on your hands. “Hon, you’re freezing.”

Your worries were unanswered, leaving you to only furrow your brow at the man in front of you. Jason could only look up from your hands, clearly having nothing to say, but patiently waiting for you to give in to his tender gaze.

He knew you would give in, you always did and he wanted to use it to his advantage to not speak about his night.

He removed his gloves and you heard the slightly damp fabric being pulled from his fingers. With free hands, Jason reached out to rub off the furrowed look on your face, in attempt to cover his tired appearance.

“You’re lucky I’m going to be nice about this. I was about one call away to summoning Alfred or I would’ve drove your motorcycle all the way there if I had to.”

Jason chuckled as he kept kneading the line between your eyebrows. Listening to your stubborn worries that felt like music to his ears as much as he didn’t want to admit it.

“Threatening me now?” Jason asked. Amused, but willing to listen to your voice continuously. The way his voice teased you made your heart tingle, enough to distract you for a moment to look at the way his hair fell onto his face. His features were carved by wavy hair, elegantly placed hair strands that made you waver between frustrated and enamored, but unable to stop your heartfelt lecture.

“Maybe you can distract me, but Alfred is too experienced to even consider hesitating with you.” You tried to go move your eyebrows in defiance against Jason’s thumb, not backing down just yet. “I was about to haul you on my shoulders and dump you onto the back of your motorcycle. I didn’t go through all those lessons with you to not use it against you.“

“I knew it, you were always too excited to take it out for a drive. Can’t believe my own student was actually plotting against me all along.” Jason held onto your face, shaking his head as he traced your jaw with his fingers.

“It’s called “enthusiasm,” Jason.” You started to feel for the zippers of his jacket, moving your fingers against the leather as you slowly took it off his shoulders, carefully watching his body language to ensure you weren’t making him uncomfortable.

“Enthusiasm.” Jason repeated. In the same tone you always swooned at, hearing the familiar low roughness in his voice that was only reserved for you. A dangerous combo as he touched your face so affectionately, you could feel your face heat in the dim closet light. “I know all about enthusiasm.”

He leaned in to slightly peck your bottom lip, feeling his own lips barely touch yours. He felt how dry his lips were, but yours were soft enough to drown out his other worries and insecurities. Enough to feel the intimacy, but not enough to solidify something more.

You smiled, clearly won over by Jason’s charm. In one swoop you pulled the jacket off Jason, leaving him in his usual patrol skintight top with his emblem reflecting what little light was in the room.

You couldn’t imagine the fear that red bat symbol brought to the bad people lingering at night, realizing the bad shit they brought on themselves because that emblem was the last thing they would remember.

But you always liked what was beneath it, what it tried to protect. The part of Jason that he relentlessly tried to hide and you had the patience to slowly unveil every bit of it.

“Save that enthusiasm because we might not be able to wash up if you kiss me one more time.” You rubbed your hands into the back of his neck, feeling the tense muscles and wanting to help him relax for a bit with some warm water and rubbing some shampoo into his hair to hopefully allow him to sleep a little tonight. “Clean your gear in the morning, I wanna warm up with a shower and you can help me dry my hair.”

“Hm.” Jason agreed as he kept rubbing your lips with his thumb. You felt accomplished as you felt his hands slowly warming from your physical touch.

“I’ll get us some fresh towels. Grab the new shampoo after you remove your gear.” You released yourself from Jason and made your way to the bathroom. “It should be in the bag by the bed. I forgot to take it out.”

With some soreness, Jason removed his utility belt and picked up the thrown knife to safely secure it back in its place. He felt the weight in his eyelids as he made his way to the bathroom, hearing the water turn on.

When he pushed the door open silently, he watched the way you moved. Adjusting the heat of the water, placing freshly dried towels on the counter, and the way you were so perfectly domestic.

Jason didn’t want to disturb you, soothing himself to the sight of you after he exhausted himself from the repeated torture his mind put himself through.

When you looked back, the look you gave him almost made him melt to the tile floor. That it was unreal he was allowed this.

You pulled him into the bathroom, much like the other ways you introduced him to various simplicities he started to enjoy in his life.

He didn’t want to admit it to you, in case you would be offended, but he cherished how mundane you were. That he could feel as close to ordinary next to you. That the scars that littered him weren’t going to drive you away.

Piece by piece, clothing were removed from the two of you. It was comfortable to bare yourself, to share this intimate experience of bathing together. Washing and holding each other under warm water. Massaging and lathering soap.

The steam was filling the bathroom, slight humidity relaxing your skin and your shared scent radiating off each other.

The night was turning into dawn, but you dried each others hair. You gently laid into the bed to slowly rub at Jason’s head, easing him and yourself into another slumber.

[burntb4bydoll]

Tom Kaulitz x inexperienced!fem!reader

Warnings: a bit of scratching, hair pulling, slight size kink, PRAISE KINK, readers lowkey bratty and a crybaby💀, very soft dom Tom🤭 like fr tho hes WHIPPED.

“Please Tom! I just wanna try. You’re so mean!” You pout, furrowing your eyebrows at Tom. He sighs and grabs your chin with his thumb and pointer finger,

“Baby, thats enough. You’re not ready yet. You have no idea what you’re doing. We gotta work up to it.” That only made you pout harder. Whining, you climb on top of him to straddle his waist. You two were already undressed because you had already been messing around before you started to throw a little tantrum. You lean down to kiss him, moving your hips to grind your body into his. Toms breath hitched as he felt your wetness spreading over his length. (Im sorry physically can not type any other word for it. They all sound so gross)

“Look, Tommy. I can make you feel good,” you sigh, “Just please let me fuck you! Ill be such a good girl!” You sit back up, inspecting his facial expressions. He grabs your hips and sits up against the headboard so that you are sitting in his lap.

“Fuck. Ok fine, but I’m gonna help you. And thats not an option. Its not gonna be easy, sweetheart. Especially for someone who has no idea what to do.” You rolled your eyes at him. What could be so difficult about it? Hes over exaggerating. Tom sees your eye roll and gently grabs you by your hair, which was so gentle that he was basically just holding you by the back of your head. “what did I say about that attitude? You wont get fucked at all if you keep it up. You know I don’t wanna do that to you, baby.” Toms voice was soft as he looked at you with pure love in his eyes. You knew he wouldn’t actually do that, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. But you decide to play along anyways.

“Sorry, Tommy. I’ll be good, promise.” You both know thats probably a lie, but he accepts it anyways. He lifts up your hips to position himself at your entrance, watching you the whole time to make sure you were okay. You slowly sink down on him, moaning at the new feeling. You didn’t think it was possible to feel him this deep inside of you. “Tom-! Oh my god, you’re so deep!” He shushes you, moving your hair out of the way so he had access to your neck. As he trailed kisses across your jaw, you had finally got him all the way inside.

“Good job, princess. Just sit still for a minute. That was a lot, huh?” He pulls away and smiles as he plays with your hair.

“Mhm… fuck. Ive never felt like this before. It’s weird.” You moan, looking down to see the outline of his dick (💀) showing on your lower stomach. He moves his hand down to press in it, making you whine and jolt from the pressure.

“God, you are so pretty. Look at this. You can actually see how deep I go.” Tom was absolutely mesmerized. He only looked away when you started to lightly bounce on him. Groaning, he holds your hips tightly. You started moving a little faster, grabbing him by his hair to steady yourself. His nails dug into your skin, leaving crescent shapes on your hips.

“There you go. Good girl~ you’re doing such a good job.” Tom coos. Your eyes feel heavy and tears of pleasure start to form in your eyes. Toms praising always gets you so worked up. After riding him for a while your legs start to burn. After your failed attempt to continue fucking your boyfriend, you collapsed onto his shoulder.

“I wanna keep going- its just…my legs hurt. Can you help me? Please, Tom. I need you to help me..” Your words are breathy and desperate, basically crying for him. Tom silences your pleas by kissing you. While you kiss he starts to thrust up into you, moving your hips for you to match his thrusts. He moans loudly at the change of pace, feeling himself grow closer to finishing. One of his hands leaves your hip to toy with your clit, causing you to whimper and shake.

“Come on, baby. Cum with me…I wanna feel that pretty cunt cum for me.” Both of you gasp as you reach your highs, hands gripping on to each other desperately. He makes sure to continue his movements on your clit so that you could ride out your orgasm for as long as possible. “Good girl, such a good girl. You take me so well” Tom mumbles as his movements come to a stop. A silence fell over the room as you calmed down, but it was quickly ruined by your giggles

“I told you I could do it! And most of it was by myself!” You state proudly, making him laugh at you.

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im back to request another x male reader hehe🤭a plot inspired by moth to a flame by the weeknd, what do ya think?

𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨��𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰/𝐥𝐧𝟒 & 𝐨𝐩𝟖𝟏

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: lando has many regrets, the most painful one being the fact that he encouraged you to date oscar.  📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: angst. beta read. emotional infidelity. implied future possible cheating? established relationship w/oscar piastri. unhappy ending. but also, open ending (sick n twisted). 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.3k words 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: lando norris & male!reader | oscar piastri x male!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: moth to a flame • the weeknd & swedish house mafia

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲:  i HATE writing cheat*ng fics, like the idea genuinely makes me sick to my stomach–i never understood why someone would cheat when they can literally just break up 😐, it pisses me off. it’s purely greedy behavior, manipulative, and disrespectful as fuck. but honestly an emotional affair would borderline break my heart more than a physical affair—like you love somebody else more than me??? and you’re not even having sex with them, you just have more emotional intimacy with them??? i fr would shatter into pieces—ANYWAYS: wikipedia was my source for the timeline, so if doesn’t canonically make sense…it is what it is :p sorry for hurting lando, i didn’t want to 😔i think this is my first true angst fic ever? enjoy, loves !!!

thank you to @biancathecool for beta-reading this fic for me !!

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lando wishes he never invited you to the silverstone grand prix in 2022. he knows you would’ve been insulted if he didn’t; you’ve been his best friend since the two of you were in diapers, and you’ve avidly supported him during each race. so, bringing you along to his home race was a given. however, after his meeting with the team post fp1, he caught you sneaking back into his driver’s room with heart-eyes, flushed cheeks, and a new number saved in your phone. it was the first time you met oscar piastri, who at the time was a reserve driver for alpine. when lando teased you for details, you downplayed the interaction, but you also asked him if it was fine if you got to know the australian rookie. he snorted, you didn’t need his permission to associate with other drivers. 

four months later at the the circuit of the americas, you told lando you were dating oscar. 

he’s thankful that you waited until after the race to tell him because he would’ve shunted into the barriers. lando’s heard of how people struggle to get over someone they’ve dated and fell in love with—but how does he recover from getting over someone he’s never allowed himself to fall in love with? 

lando feigned happiness for you, his shocked laughter passing for joy. he ushered you to sneak into oscar’s room to “make the most of the time you had together,” while he went out to celebrate max’s pole and his p6. the brit did congratulate his friend, and then for a man who claims to not like alcohol, he proceeded to get wasted. he was a mess, enough that he had to be escorted back to the hotel by daniel and carlos—as if being babysat by one of them wasn’t embarrassing enough. he broke down, sobbing into the spaniard’s shoulder about his missed chance, and was eventually soothed to sleep by daniel awkwardly rubbing his back. 

he knew it would be difficult to pretend that he wasn’t distraught at your new relationship. he’s had you to himself his whole life; and now he has to see you love another man. when oscar joined mclaren for the 2023 season, sure, he first-handedly witnessed how well the rookie driver treated you. good morning and good night texts aren’t forgotten even with ever changing time zones,  you’re spoiled with gifts, lando catches how oscar’s phone has three alternate home screens with photos of you, oscar’s car passenger seat is adjusted to you, he has a list of things you like written in his notes app, he has your coffee order memorized. you’re wearing oscar’s mclaren merch instead of his, you stay on the australian’s side of the garage and calm his nerves instead, you game with lando half as much as you usually did and go out on dates with oscar instead, the collection of stuff that you’ve forgotten in lando’s flat decreases and he spots your stuff in oscar’s flat when he came over to hangout with you two one day. you’re rarely in your own flat, lando has to call or text you to find out what you’re doing instead of just randomly appearing like he usually does, you practically live with oscar when he’s back home, and it becomes very clear to lando that he’s your best friend, not your boyfriend. something else becomes clear to lando. while you may be infatuated with oscar, you’re still his other half. 

your phone battery may die during several hour long facetime calls with oscar, but does he know that when you sleep in your own bed, that you call lando and plug in your phone so it charges while you fall asleep to the sound of his voice?

the passcode to your phone may be oscar’s birthday, but does he know that you have lando listed as your emergency contact?

you never order any seafood dishes on dates with oscar, but does he know that’s muscle memory from years of knowing lando gags at the smell?

oscar kisses the scar you have on the knuckles of your right hand, but does he know that’s from when you broke your hand punching a group of older boys who were bullying lando after he beat them in a kart race?

does he know that lando was your first kiss?

it all comes to a head in qatar. oscar won the sprint race, lando hasn’t won anything in the five years he’s been in formula one. you were late to the party the team is throwing for oscar because you were cradling lando as he sobs into your chest. max won the grand prix, and lando was the first loser to cross the finish line; as usual.

at two in the morning, there was a knock on his hotel room door. lando knew it was you from the cadence. you were dressed for bed, clothes wrinkled, voice deep and throaty from sleep, hair mussed to one side, and pillow lines were indented on your cheek. you asked him if he wanted to talk, that you noticed he was off this whole weekend. all lando could think about is the fact that you woke up in the middle of the night, slipped out of the bed you shared with oscar, and continued to wander to lando’s room half-asleep because you were worried about him. waiting until the morning didn’t cross your mind. lando’s heart ached—he shouldn’t be in love with you, he can’t be.

he let you in anyways, how was he supposed to turn you away? you were blinking at him with sleepy eyes, swollen cheeks, pouted lips—he’s only a man. you made yourself comfortable on top of his bed, and lando stared before he shrugged and laid down next to you; this is fine, this is a completely normal thing the two of you have been doing for years. just not while you have a boyfriend, or while he’s suddenly been accepting his feelings for you.

you didn’t say a word, and kept your eyes shut (you’re used to lando, he’ll speak when he wants to or he’ll be fine with your presence next to him while he sorts out his thoughts). you almost fell asleep before lando’s torrent of words startled you into awareness. 

he was tripping over his words, his brain moving faster than his mouth. self-deprecating and over critical views fell from his lips—the way they sounded clued you into everything you already knew. the brunet had been thinking this for a while, the phrases sounding too practiced to be sudden realizations. the remaining whisper of sleep was vaporized from your mind at lando’s harsh evaluation of the weekend and his entire career. 

you rushed to sit upright and bodily forced lando to turn and face you; your hands warmly blanketed the sides of his face and applied enough pressure for his words to become unintelligible before they tapered off. he knew that you were disagreeing with his monologue from the way your brows were furrowed and how your eyes were alight with anger. the air between you vibrated with the force of your speech, and lando knew you were probably ranting about the only reason he isn’t world champion is because of his car, not his self-perceived lack of skill. 

the sharp edge of your jawline was far more interesting to brit—the length of your fanned out eyelashes, the shape of your lips shifting as they formed syllables, the strength coiled beneath the skin of your hands, the broad spread of your chest—lando’s tongue flicked out to wet his lips distractedly and the sound of your voice returned to his ears.

“…you better understand me, okay?” is all that he caught. the senior mclaren driver (how weird), hummed half-heartedly in agreement. his stare tunneled to the part of your lips, and he knew his appreciation was discovered by the audible catch of breath in your throat.

it was like all the air was sucked out of the room, a perfect vacuum created. lando hesitated, before he redirected his gaze to meet yours, and he was sure what he saw was more catastrophic than anything he could’ve imagined. your eyes were locked on his lips, as well. the brunet can’t tell how much time passed by, the two of you were busy taking turns admiring the idea of a kiss. both of you continued to stare; eyes flickering across faces, tongues wetting lips, breath quickening in anticipation, and bodies leaning closer to each other steadily. when lando felt your exhales ghost faintly over his mouth, his eyes fluttered shut and he shivered slightly, a sense of satisfaction flooded his brain; you were going to kiss him—and then he heard you gasp.

lando’s eyes flew open to see you scrambling off the bed, a horrified look painted on your face as you stared at him. 

“this never happened,” you started, running an anxious, guilt-ridden hand through your hair, “and it will never happen again.”

it felt like his world was crashing down, he was frozen in shock. you moved to rush by him and leave the room, and he finally defrosted, and caught you by the arm.

you turned around furiously, tears gathering in your eyes as you forced your arm out of his grasp, a scathing, “let go of me,” leaving your mouth.

lando’s hands were shaking, mouth wobbling as he held back his own tears, and he rambled, “you're just going to forget what happened? were never going to talk about that? you’re not going to tell oscar?”

“NO!” you screamed, “no—i won’t tell oscar. and, i don’t have to tell him anything, because nothing actually happened. it was a mistake.”

he heard his heart shatter, and he couldn’t hold his tears back anymore. lando angrily brushed them away as they fell, knowing his face was embarrassingly red with anguish, and his insides burned at the look of pity and longing mixed in your gaze. 

“so, you’re just going to pretend that you don’t have feelings for me,” lando questioned disbelievingly, “like i don’t know you better than oscar ever could? you’re just going to forget this ever happened and run back to bed with oscar, and continue to have him believe that everything is fine?”

the air was still for a minute, your shared breaths the only audible noise in the room. 

“you’re only going to hurt him more if you act like everything’s okay,” lando whispered, “he doesn’t deserve that.”

your first tear of the night fell, your arms wrapped around your torso to hold yourself, trying to find any glimpse of protection and comfort you could. “oscar’s good to me…he treats me well, perfectly, even. he’s sweet, i really like him a lot.”

“you ‘like him a lot,’” lando repeated, staring into your eyes desperately, “but, you love me.”

the flame of rage and distress reignited in your eyes, “lando—i loved you for years. and, not once have i ever tried to make a move on you because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. i didn’t even know you liked men until almost three fucking years ago! and, you still never gave me any sign that you were romantically interested in me. you had plenty of time and chances to date me, and you only realized that you wanted me when you lost me to oscar.”

“that’s not true,” lando murmured, “i’ve always been in love with you.”

lando watched the fury falter in your expression, and saw the conflict dance in your gaze. your stare softened, and you stepped forward to hold his face in your hands. 

“i can’t do this. not to oscar—he doesn’t deserve it. i can’t break up with him.” you said in a muted tone, “we shouldn’t be together.”

the brunet whimpered, eyes watering again. his large hands came up to hold yours against his cheeks, nuzzling into the warmth of your palm. you sighed brokenly, and leaned forward to press kiss on lando’s forehead. a muffled sob vibrated through lando’s chest, and you blinked rapidly to avoid crying again. your thumb swiped under lando’s eyes, brushing away his fresh tears, and you gently swept another kiss along his cheekbone.

lando cries messily when you pull away, and can only hold himself as you leave his room without glancing backwards at him. when the door shuts, lando falls to the ground, leaning back against the bed as he sobs into his hands. he understands what you said, but he can’t help but yearn for more. his chest aches painfully, and he doesn’t know if he can give you the time you need—the distance you need.  lando will pretend to be okay, he’s good at that. he’ll let you be for as long as he can manage, but he’s reassured at the knowledge that you’re in love with him. 

eventually, the two of you won’t be able to fight the pull of what you really need—you’re moths to each other's flames.

taglist: @saintslewis@cherry2stemss@lorarriri@inloveallthetime@mindless-rock@biancathecooll@barnestaticc @my-ylenia @katekipshidze @darleneslane @lovingaphroditesworld @smoothopz

© httpsserene2023

[medullamindset]

Can you please write something about reader struggling to suck loris off I know that man has a huge dick 😭😭 whatever gender is fine I don't mind any

Sorry for the wait on this 😭 i started it the day i got the ask and then pushed it aside, remembering it every five days or so lol

BUT NOW ITS DONE, mayyybe a little halfassed cuz im eepy as shit but yayayaya!!😸

Potential content warnings(?): Reader has hair at a grippable length, MY OPINION on Loris' dick size and uuhhghhjhhhh yh thats it 👻 Loris' is sweet as candy towards R <3

Struggling to take Loris in your mouth. Ugh dude this is so real cuz like hes a BIG BOY. LIKE- hes around 200 cm's.. His hands are big, his feet are big, just shoulders are broad and his chest is HUGE, obvi his cock is proportionate for a guy his size too, like a good 7 inches and a half? (he wouldnt be RIDICULOUSLY long, shit just hurts anyway.. Unless ur like a size queen, POP OFF in that case).. And its definetly REAL girthy, like 5 diameters. (..Yes, i've thought abt it.) all heavy in your hands, like lifting weights fr

I just know he'd be so nice abt it, Loris is a fucking gent.

He'll feel you struggling on his cock, slightly choking around it, hardly taking half of him into your mouth, throat tight and unallowing.

"Oh, Honey." He coos, gazing down at you propped up between his legs where he leans against the kitchen counter. His thumb drags along your cheek, grabbing your chin and pulling you off his length for a second.

"Only take what you can, alright? You're doing so good." He mumbles in that smooth voice of his, a little gravelly where it lowers. You fumble with his dick, hands stroking all 7.5 inches up and down as you gaze at him with wet eyes. "Mhm." You hum weakly, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm before placing it in your hair for him, he runs his fingers through it with a fond smile.

you return to your quest and start suckling on his tip, licking up and down his slit whilst pulling his foreskin back with your hands. Leaning his head back with a groan, Loris bucks his hips subconciously, pushing himself a little further into your mouth. You relax this time, licking around his cock as you suck, taking more and more of him in. You come up for air every 20 seconds or so, mumbling something abt his size, gupling in air before putting your mouth on him again. To which he just chuckles, leaning his head back as his pleasure builds up.

Loris closes his eyes as he plays with your hair, fingers tangling in it as he cradles your head, urging you to keep going. He moans out when his tip rubs against the back of your throat.

You hiccup from the odd feeling and come up for air again, gasping it in as you jerk him nice n sloppy. Loris stares down at you lovestruck, eyebrows knitted together in pleasure, lips parted as he lets out hoarse pants. You rub his tip against your reddened lips, dribbling spit over it before taking it in your mouth again, tongue tracing the veins underneath. You watch the blissed out expression on Loris' face from below. One of your hands lifts up to feel his flexing stomach, scratching at his skin gently as you keep working what you can't take in your mouth with the other.

"Feel so good, Hun.." He moans out, tilting his head back. You whine around your mouthful at the praise, the sound traveling straight through Loris' ears and right to his already aching cock. He twitches in your mouth, nudging your uvula. You come up again, wiping drool from your chin sheepishly. "Fuck.." You whisper just below your breath. "I can't do it.." You whine, embarassed by your own inexperience.

"Yes you can, Honey. Just relax, okay..? When have i ever judged you?" Loris consoles, petting your head with a comforting smile.

After a few seconds of slow strokes and silent contemplation, you take him in your mouth again, breathing through your nose the best you can. You bring both hands to Loris' hips as you scoot yourself closer between his legs. Nails digging into his skin as you push forward slightly, his tip pushing further past your uvula as you lick around him. You keep at it, tracing his most prominent vein with your tongue as you move up and down his girth, your jaw getting sore much quicker than you'd like. Lucky you, Loris is extremely sensitive. So you keep going despite the slight discomfort, relaxing your throat as you push forward.

Loris' mouth gapes when he feels himself slip past your tongue and into your throat. He knew he was big, he had people who'd get up and get dressed when they couldn't take more than half of him, who'd whine about how big he was,.. And not in the good way.

Yet here you were with almost all of him in your mouth, teary eyed as you bob your head along his length. Loris gasps, eyes squeezing shut as he lets out a guttural groan. Hes so close. Your nails dig crescent moons into his hips, but he doesn't mind, the pain only adding to the pleasure. His balls tighten as he comes closer to orgasm, cock twitching in your mouth, making you hiccup a gag, you keep going though, your tongue running crazy around his shaft, throat contracting around his swollen tip. Loris nearly whines, eyes shooting open as his hips buck wildly.

A fat tear rolls down your cheek as Loris watches the fucked out expression on your face, soft gags bringing even more stimulation to his aching cock as you cry from the foreign feeling. He catches the tear with his thumb, groaning something about how pretty you look crying on his dick, a tremulous lilt to his voice as his pleasure peaks. "Ooh fuck, baby-.." He grunts, curling in on himself as his abs flex erratically. "You-" he cuts himself off with a loud, gravelly moan. His grip on your hair tightening as thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat, you're gagging and lifting yourself off Loris' cock before you even know it, stroking it messily as even more milky-white cum paints your teary face. You stick your tongue out to help draw out his orgasm, licking and kissing below the tip.

Loris' hips and cock twitch in sync, his eyes trying their hardest to focus on the sight before him. You pant heavily as he rubs his tip against your spit and cum-slicked lips, a shiver escapes his ajar mouth, blinking up at the ceiling a few times to collect himself.

He looks back down at you, his dick completely spent.

You lean back shyly, lifting up a hand to your face, collecting the cum splattered over your cheekbone on your ringfinger.. You blink, hesitating for a second, before carefully bringing it to your mouth and sucking it clean. A groan catches in Loris' throat at the sight. He notices his still grip on your hair, releasing it gently before bringing his own hand to your face, thumb dragging over the soft skin of your chin, making your lips part, transfixed by the man above you. He examines the fluid on his thumb for a moment..  Looking back up into your doe-like gaze, he brings the pad of his thumb to your lips, watching intently as your tongue pokes out to lick it clean. "So beautiful.." He mutters as you swallow, staring down at you in pure adoration. He grabs a clean dishcloth from behind him and turns back towards you, his hand wrapping around your bicep to pull you up. Once you're on your feet, he turns and wets the cloth under the tap, making sure that the water is warm beforehand.

Soft digits lift your chin up. Wiping up the mess he made, Loris turns your head side to side gently, looking for any spots that glisten in the light and swiping over them gently. A timid smile tugs at your lips, Loris mimicks it dearly, tossing the rag aside to cup your somewhat clean face with both hands. "You did so good, honey. Now,.. Hows about a shower?" He mumbles lightheartedly, low eyes drinking you in. You nod, your smaller hands wrapping around his.

Loris kisses your nose, pulling a giggle out of you, your face getting squished by his hands as you try to shy away. Before you can pull away, he presses his lips to yours, stopping you in your tracks, making the moment last juuuust a little longer <3

Hope this was readable my eyes cant focus for shit rn.. Huuurghgghhh.

I re-read "hoarse pants" so many times all i can think of is a horse with pants photoshopped over it please :(

I swear im. an artist

[emloafs]

ep by ep thoughts (ck s6ep5)

my live thoughts from watching part one of cobra kai season 6. this ep is where shit got real in my opinion. spoilers below!!!!!

Ep5:

Stop manipulating tory, kreese!!!!!! She deserves friends!!!!!!! Get out of her head!!!!!!!

Im so uncomfortable

AISHA MENTION??? HOLY SHIT HELL YEAH

Dem didn’t tell Eli he got into MIT :(((( Dads stop fighting pls 

Oh tory really needs this tournament doesn’t she

I hate the power couples going head to head im over it like genuinely I am also over Daniel and Johnny bickering but its fine

Tbh not enough Miguel storyline so far I miss my baby

MIGGY GOT DEFERRED NOOOOOOO

WHAT THHE FUCK TORYS MOM 

OH IM NOT FUCKING OKAY

Peyton lists acting just brought tears to me eyes I feel sick fuck the writers 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck the writers

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK the writers

Im so fucking heartbroken

Peyton list’s acting is so impressive

I hope that when everyone realizes the SHIT that tory is going through they realize their petty karate bullshit is STUPID

Tory flashback has me sobbing fr

“I am your partner” actual line from Daniel to Johnny

Tory is either not showing up or she’s murdering whoever stands in her way

I am afraid she may go back to kreese because she’s hurting

Kiaz fight choreo is VERYY good

TORY NOOOO my baby

Robby need a win tbh but Miguel is crying  so what am I supposed to do with that

Oh im sick to my stomach about samtory fight

Genuinely no more notes because im speechless

This is Peytons season.

Everyone else go home. She’s acting circles around you. 

LETS GO ELI but im fucking heartbroken about tory she’s gonna end up with fuckinng kreese again

ELI LOOKING UP TO DEMETRI AND DEMETRI GIVING HIM THE COLD SHOULDER I CAN’T DO THIS I NEED THEM LIKE WATER

Like I won. dem and Eli are both going but at WHAT COST

I feel like sam and robby as captains low key are so fitting because miyagi do started with them

Those headbands are ugly… sorry someone had to say it

Miyagi fought in an international karate tournament? Are we for real? That doesn’t seem like him to meeeee

OH SHIT BARCELONA NOW???????

Demetri put away your shoulders in that slutty gi jesus fucking christ 

Robby man bun returns feels full circle

The venue is smaller than I imagined…..?

Oh shit cobra kai is back baby and they’re hot (not kreese vomit)

USA looks like a bunch of idiots just saying

OH SHIT TORY

I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT BABYGIRL IK YOURE HURTING

Cobra kai never dies

What a betrayal (that I absolutely saw coming) 

so ive actually died now and i'll be thinking about this for the next 3-5 business days (4 months until pt 2)

seriously someone hold me. i gotta rewatch this to process it all.

[viking-goat-420]

Fandom; one piece

Paring: Zoro/reader

Warnings; unsafe sex, biting, choking, possoves zoro

A/N: I know this took absolutely forever! I'm really sorry it's been a rough month for me and haven't been able to do much writing. As always feedback is always welcome and my ask box is open as well.

You can see your breath as you walk beside Brook where you were freezing in this part of wano. Things had taken a turn for the worst like normal and you all were now being hunted down. You had heard Zoro was badly injured so you came with Brook to see how he was doing, you were not expecting what you found though.

"We were just sleeping!" You hear Zoro yell and peek your head inside to find Zoro laying on a mat with a beautiful woman laying beside him and you feel your heart crack. Zoro and you had been fooling around and as time went on you had thought he had felt the same you did, guess not. Biting your lip you feel eyes on you and see Zoro stare at you but you don't look him in the eye.

"I'm going back to the hut Brook" you say loudly enough for everyone to hear as tears feel your eyes. You had no right to be angry. He was not yours to clam and he could do whatever he wanted but It still hurt more than you had liked.

"Well okay, are you sure? We just got here" he says looking at you, you look at him then finally at Zoro once you pull yourself together, you would not let him see how much this hurt you.

"Yeah, I have seen all I need too and he is clearly more than fine" you say harshly, venom laced at the end making Brook look at you oddly and you heard a groan come from the hut you were standing at.

"Oi! (Y/N)! Wait!" You hear Zoro call but you ignore him and keep walking. You bite your lip harshly and hold back yours when you feel him grab your arm.

"Let go!" You snap, turning and yanking your arm free, you were pissed and hurt and wanted to be left alone. Zoro glares at you and your tone.

"What is the matter with you!?" He growls clearly not happy with your attitude but you didn't really care at that point. You ball your hands into fits wanting to punch him but you think better of it.

"Why don't you go back to her, I'm done being your plaything Zoro!" You snarl and turn away from heading back into your hut slamming the slide door behind you leaving you in a low lit room with the only light coming from the fire. You roughly rub your eyes from the tears and you felt like you wanted to scream.

"You wanna explain what you mean by that" you jump and swing around at his voice, the glim in his eye is dangerous and you almost feel like prey under his stare.

"You heard exactly what I said Zoro! I'm done with whatever the hell this is! I'm done being in love with a man who doesn't feel the same! Im-" your rant is cut off as your back hits the wall and you look up at Zoro who now towers over you and you feel your stomach drop, you knew he would never hurt you but that look excited you more than it should.

"You're not leaving me (y/n) and you're more than a play thing! Your mine" he said huskily and your mouth goes dry at his words. Zoro leans down and kisses you deeply pulling your face and body close to him and your arms are placed on his chest. You try to push him away but he is hard as stone making him growl and nip your lip and you moan.

"But your injury?" You moan as he sucks a mark into your neck. Zoro chuckles darkly before he bites leaving a mark behind that he soothes with his tongue making you cry out.

"Nothing is going to stop me from showing you that you're mine in every way" he says huskily, never breaking eye contact, your hands run up his chest to rest behind his neck where you run your nails through his hair there making him shiver.

"And you're mine?" You whisper his lips so close to yours. Zoro reaches for your hand and he places it on his chest.

"Every last part of me til I take my last breath" he says, you lean up and kiss him deeply and he growls lifting you up and you wrap your legs around him and moan at the friction. Zoro carries you over to the mat on the floor and lays you down hovering over you. Zoro undresses you leaving you bere under him.

"Zoro!" You moan your back arching as he kisses and bites down your neck. You reach up pushing his kimono open and your nails run down his chest making him growl. You lean up kissing and biting his neck leaving marks behind and he groans grinding into you.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks huskily his hot length running through your folds making you moan and you look up at him.

"You zoro I belong to you, and you belong to me" you moan and he smirks before he slowly enters you and you cling to him. You let out a moan at the stretch and burn as he bottoms out, no matter how many times you two have done this he always feels too big.

“Always so wet and tight for me” he groans as he lets you adjust. You lean up and kiss him deeply, nipping his bottom lip making him growl.

“Always for you, now fuck me zoro I need you” you moan clinging to him tightly. Zoro groans and starts to move his thrusts rocking your body making your nails claw down his back.

“Fuck your mine! All mine” he growls his hand wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you making you cry out his name.

“Oh fuck zoro! There!” You cry out as your toes curl. Zoro snarls at the sounds he was making you make and every time your nails clawed down his back he would see stars.

“Fuck! I wanna feel you cum on my cock” he growled as he pounded into you. You cling to him as the knot grows tighter, you are so close.

“Zoro please, I'm so close!” You moan your hips thrusts up taking him deeper and he groans.

“Come for me” he groans and you tighten around him as you cum hard.

“Zoro!” You cry out as you cum, Zoro hips slams into you once more before he stalls and you feel his hot cum shoot inside of you.

“God Dammit (y/n)” he pants as he leans his head down trying to catch his breath as you do the same. Zoro pulls back and grins down at you as he slowly pulls out loving the face you make every time he does. You look up at him and stroke his face softly and he leans down and kisses you deeply, stealing your breath once again.

“Never forget your mind, but I'm always here to remind you” he chuckled dark and you lean up your naked breasts rub his chest and you feel his cock twitch. You grin and flip him on his back so you were now straddling him, his hands resting on your hips as you lean down close to his ear.

“your mine Zoro don't you forget that, don't make me chain you up” you say hottiy in his ear before biting his neck.

“Promise?” He chuckles darkly and you sit up a bit.

“Don't start something we don't have time for” you smirk, climbing off him and looking for your clothes.

“Just you wait” he grins.

[mothman9283]

Ok i try to keep private but. guys.... i think i have a fever kink... and if this ever gets traced to myself irl i might have to change my identity. heres a rant about my experiences and preferences just to get it out of my system so i can be productive again and stop thinking about it 😇

anyways! i think ive always been intrigued to fevers my whole life. I remember when i was younger, young enough to not know my age, I was playing doctor with my friend and I was taking my stuffies temperature. i remember just continuously adding on pens and sticks and anything i could find to make the thermometer longer because "the temp is too high! the thermometer is gonna burst!"

i also hated showing or telling ppl i was sick ever since i was young, like id always hide it if i was unwell, and i wouldnt tell my parents or friends and would desperately try to make it seem like i was fine

irl i have no interests in sick people or being sick. if one of my friends has a cold or is coughing i always try to keep my distance so i dont get sick either. lowkey sometimes if they r a bit too snotty or whiny i even get annoyed.. 😓😓 I only ever feel this way about characters through a screen, or through little daydreams and fantasies.

anyways, i lowkey dont know if its a sexual tjing or not (ofc not when i was younger), but its just always something that made my stomach then and my heart pound.

i found out abt this community (<3) when i was in my teens. one day i got a yt video in my recommended of one of those "animate my story" videos. the title was smthing along the lines of "im addicted to seeing other people in pain" and i was like "damn. ok lets see whats up!" and clicked it. in the video the guy describes fantasizing about his favourite characters being hurt and being taken care of, and how its never about real people and whatnot, and as little teenage me watched it, i realized "damn. fhis is fr me but with illnesses!" This was the first time ive ever found out there were others like me, so i immediately scrolled to the comments. unfortunately, literally everyone was liek "bro this dude is a freak..." and i was like "oh.. 😕😒" BUT THEN. this one commenter with a pink defualt yt profile pic said "hey :) ! this is actually called whump, and its more common than you think!" and i went WOAH. since then i searched up "sick fever" on google, found tumblr and fanfics and never looked back.

after seeing some of the #s on this site i definitely feel less alone now, but having a fever kink is still pretty uncommon right..? like i dont see anyone posting about it anywhere else except for the two sites a stated prior, and its not listed anywhere either (granted i havent looked very hard).

isnt it also just kinda weird- like even from an evolutionary standpoint... fever = infectious = bad = why would i wanna get closer and die..

regardless of reason, i just love a good sickness- fevers with flushed, hot skin, and chills and coughs. i also need a good temperature readings for the full experience, and i love all the descriptive diction about their health. im not a huge fan of descriptive puking or sinus related stuff, but im happy with it if it contributes to the fever plot-. ive also noticed over the years that its not simply just a cold- they need to be literally described/shown as flushed and sweaty. being "pale" or "green" AINT doing it for me 😡

anyways! yeah that was my rant :) wow thats long. in the unlikely event someone finds this lmk if u have an similar/different experiences, or if a younger me sees this hopefully they wont feel like such a weirdo and feel less alone

[lokilysolbitch]

is the problem with processed food fr just more sugar, fat, sodium, etc. like is this what people (mainly my parents bc they're semi crunchy) are fearmongering aboug. is this what they're treating as the devil. higher sodium content

i have arfid i literally need more of every food group. and i have pots so i need more sodium anyways.

like this is nowhere near straight poison like they act like it is. it just has different nutrient ratios than other foods. that's literally fine. i'll just slap a multivitamin and some frozen dragon fruit on top.

not to mention some processed foods like cereals have added nutrients. (maybe even some types of flour too but don't remember)

idk like my mom made it sound like spam was some mystery meat with floor cleaner and "dyes and chemicals" in it but i read food labels for fun and i collect spam containers. and knew there was no dye in it off the top of my head and then i literally pulled an empty can out from a few feet away and read the whole ingredient list. it's really short. it's mainly pork and chicken. protein. it's got a bit of potassium actually too. oh also there are literally no dyes in spam

then she heard the chicken was mechanically separated and made it a whole thing bc "who knows what that means" idk but i imagine it's just. separated by machine. lets google

okay so yeah ground up meat they pushed off the bone with a machine. so just meat

and she also went on about how it's like from weird parts of the chicken/pork or stuff like that but like. we as a society. eat chicken muscles regularly. so like as long as it doesn't kill me it's just chicken and pork.

and then she went on about how "have i ever seen how spam is made" like babs. have you seen ground beef. sometimes food making looks icky and i don't care because i'm older than five.

i genuinely feel like i must be missing something major because there's no way people are making a big deal out of something just being a little less nutritious and icky-looking. like. there's no way. there must be something else im missing.

like what, are there carcinogens??? there's carcinogens in over-burnt toast too but no one throws a fit about that.

anyway my only other proteins i like are either being recalled for listeria or make my stomach hurt so much it's debilitating so i've been eating spam and people keep making me feel like i'm eating slices of cement but it's just protein and salt. and a little potassium. and it doesn't make my stomach hurt. and it tastes good after just pan frying it for a little bit and adding some pepper. it's a godsend and i'm tired of that not being recognized✋

[wonysugar]

hola sugar .. so I’ve been watching the ‘im the drama’ teasers again and GISELLE’S.

funny story I have a watch that tracks your heartrate and the scene when she like argues with her roommate and pulls up her shirt I genuinely started going crazy.

my heart rate went up to ONE TWENTY. it was so bad. white tanktop black pants hair down LATINA AERI UCHINAGA SAVE ME 😭😭need her to argue with me like that fr (I would fold immediately how do u even argue w her)

the white names killed me though “do you really think I’m that stupid becky” I couldn’t keep it together. also whoever played becky fine as HELLL i couldn’t take it anymore that video is my roman empire.

this is a reoccurring pattern with me there’s this one photo of minnie (g-idle) and holy god I remember she looked so good I got a headache and my stomach started hurting I literally thought I was going to pass out. the real definition of sickening

it’s kind of loser but this is who I am.. sorry I was just reminded of this because sticky dropped today and julie doing whatever she was doing in that fountain made me lightheaded and gave me a pain in the back of my eyes and head.

i know this is random but I need to know I’m not alone..sugar please tell me you’re also this gay I can’t be alone on this

-🎞

hai 🎞️anonn!! :]

YES I COMPLETELY GET YOU. i haven’t spoken about the giselle drama teasers on here i think but GODDD.. she looks so good wearing a simple tanktop on top of a black bra,,, LET ALONE TAKING IT OFF?? like omfg manipulative gf giselle please gaslight me😭🙏🙏 that argument would end with me being on my knees in front of her i’m afraid— [NUKES]

i know you guys read me saying shit like this and sigh LISTENNN i fear if it were my turn having the watch, it would’ve registered my heart rate as a heart attack!

the fucking white names sent meescienfk idgaf i wanna be becky so bad like FUCK! i need to see her argue with more pretty women PLEEKKK

also ABOUT THE REOCCURING PATTERN?? everytime you’re on here gushing about a girl in particular you’re always calling her latina?);&2;& i fuck with it so hard like genuinely

ALSO JULIEEEEEEEEEGODKFKSKFN BITING MY HAND AS WE SPEAKKK i can’t do this anymore. WHO TAUGHT HER HOW TO SHAKE THIS MUCH ASS?? like oh girl you better move that thang… i had to grab my chest watching that fuckass mv😭😭ass everywhere i looked it was a fucking death hazard for me. AND BELLEEEE???? her hair… her BANGS. nobody talk to me actually i’m going apeshitfjdjf

you’re absolutely not alone on this girl,, you will never be😭🙏trust that if you’re losing your mind over the little things, i’m probably in the cell next to you, swinging back and forth<3

[themostlesbianever]

- dont fight pls babies😔

- YAY

- oh wow athena

- rude girls

- sigmas😧

- athena doesnt speak sigma

- corpse

- VAMPIRE BOBBY

- silly guy

- omg eddie😭😭😭

- chimney man

- howey partners

- im loving the outfit buck

- OH

- BYE BYE ARM

- ITS A REAL BODY AAAAH

- they all look so silly

- moustache buck lol

- OMG PUMPKIN MAN

- uh oh now hen is being worried about mara being angry

- LUBE FLYIN IN

- "help him please" WHAT DO YOU THINK THEYRE DOING

- come on franklin

- OW

- that was very funny tho

- HELLO TOMMY

- tommy coming as soon as he could like the good boyfriend he is

- tommy is so confused

- EDDIE AND TOMMY FRIENSHIP🥳

- uh oh

- uh oh

- hen and karen are gonna fight i think

- i mean karen is in the right, and so is hen. Because those kids want their mama but hen cant just get off work

- can we just let my babies be happy

- BUCK HAS A COUCH

- look at tommy taking care of buck like the good boyfriend he is

- hihi tommy is being so unserious omg

-(also dont say eddie would be better because he also does NOT believe in curses)

- tommy has every right to react like this to that tbh

- also makes sense eddie came because eddie is literally a medic, tommy is not specifically a medic

- see even tommy is saying it, eddie is a MEDIC

- yes hen teach denny some important lessons

- karen you look adorable

- no karen☹️

- i dont want them to fight anymore, theyre both in the right

- EDDIE HAD THE SAME REACTION

- WHATS WITH ALL THESE MOUSTACHED MEN

- HELLO MOUSTACHE JOSH

- the crazies are out🥳

- omg the thousand clowns in car gag

- this is hilarious i love it

- uh oh angry man

- UH OH THATS THE CAR

- NO PLEASE STOP

- PLS STOP RN

- THIS IS THE CAR THAT HITS MY BOY DENNY

- STOP

- AAAAA

- DENNY MY BOY

- YES DENNY LITTLE LIFE SAVER BOY

- oh god

- youre gonna be okay baby

- hen you shouldn't be working on him

- GIVE HEN THE DAMN MORPHINE

- oh baby

- I CANT DO THIS

- is there something IN HIS STOMACH

- OH FUCK

- Oh aisha the woman you are, fucking hell i might die this acting is so good

- DENNY I LOVE YOU TOO

- NO

- NOPE

- FUCK

- FUCK

- OMG FIELD TRANSFUSION

- istg if this boy dies i am not watching the rest of this show

- fucking hell

- HES DEAD

- CAN YALL FIREFIGHTERS HURRY THR FUCK UP THE BOY IS DEAD

- the music stopped, that either means hes gonna wake up and there will be like a burst of loud music or its over

- YES I WAS RIGHT

- IT WAS THE FIRST THING

- GOD I AM SO SMART

- DENNY BABY

- you know damn well hen aint never working on halloween again

- karen still looks adorable in her costume

- poor buck

- TOMMYS HERE🥳

- YES DENNY IS FINE🥳🥳

- i love how tommy and eddie both have the same reaction and opinion on bucks talk about curses

- karen is so pretty omg

- hen too omfg

- hottest couple in the show fr

- oh babies

- pls dont be angry at eachother

- be sad together about ur son being hurt

- YES KAREN NO ANGRY

- theyre so cute stop

- next episode is them on a date🤞

- okay buck what the fuck are you doing

- omg tommy is there, thats adorable

- hes is a good boyfriend

- ahw he looked at tommy when he said people make life worth living

- OMG THAT IS NO CAP

- IS CRHIS COMING HOME

- PLS CHRIS COME HOME

- tommy is thinking something, i wanna know what

- buck that was insanely adorable and ur such a good man

- i love the amount of tommy screentime we got because i wanna see buck actually be with the boyfriend he has

[junior-high-rui-official]

// long post ahead. less explicit angst than usual but there is cyberbullying + workaholism involved. also Rui being on his gifted kid bs.

Rui lets out an exhausted sigh. After a certain point, everything became a blur. He remembers crying to his brother, remembers breaking down in front of Nene, and beyond that, everything's a blur... entering the hospital, vitals checked, some patronizing remarks, a nurse up his ass for a while...and finally, it was dark outside, and he could be left alone.

His head hurt. His feet hurt. His legs hurt. His stomach hurt. His chest- god, his fucking chest hurt.

He was relatively sure he was administered pain meds that were supposed to kick in soon, but evidently they hadn't yet. So...

He reaches for his phone to pass the time. He toggles on just about every screen filter - this wasn't good for his eyes, he knew, but he was in the hospital with a broken rib, he had worse things to worry about than some blue light.

He opens a social media app he forgot he had, he'd downloaded it only to follow a certain account that posted robotics materials, and never deleted it.

He scrolls.

And scrolls.

And scrolls.

Mind drifting, eyes blurring out, this is just something he's doing with his hands at this point, he's not even retaining let alone looking at anything he sees-

until he happens upon a picture with a familiar face.

[Ah...that girl...]

[...yes, she's one of many that bothers me at school...]

He scrolls past the photo, but he stops.

[... I'm going to be stuck here for at least a week. In that time, my grades... Oh, and we had that big history project coming up...]

He scrolls back up, then clicks on the account. Scrolling through it, various selfies confirm this is in fact the person he thinks it is.

Several moments of hesitation, and he clicks the "message" button.

類: < hello >

[xxx]: < ??? >

[xxx]: < who tf lmao >

類: < it's kamishiro >

類: < we don't talk but you do know me >

[xxx]: < how tf did you find me on here >

[xxx]: < stalker shit tbh >

類: < i came across a selfie of yours >

類: < i have a question >

類: < more like a favor to ask? >

[xxx]: < bro what >

[xxx]: < we aren't friends im not doing shit for you >

[xxx]: < fucking weirdo >

類: < i know >

類: < you're the first person going to [school] I have contact with though >

類: < whether you know this or not i'm unsure but I've been hospitalized >

[xxx]: < LMAOAOAOAUDHDHSGXBJCHX >

[xxx]: < FOR REAL??? >

[xxx]: < why do you talk like a victorian orphan boy >

類: < i need my paper assignments for the next week or so >

[xxx]: < what the hell?? >

[xxx]: < fucking nerd >

[xxx]: < no lmao >

[xxx]: < go talk to your other fucking >

[xxx]: < weirdo friend or smth >

[xxx]: < why would you even think to message me. you're so fucking weird?? >

類: < mizuki's suspended >

類: < they wouldn't do it either way though >

類: < I know it's an unusual request to say the least >

類: < blame the impulse on the pain meds >

[xxx]: < i hope you fucking stay there fr >

[xxx]: < we definitely don't want your wackass back here >

類: < if you bring me the assignments I'll do your homework for you this week as well ? >

類: < or your friends' >

類: < the hospital isn't far from school. it's not like they're going to fact check whether we're friends or not. you'll just have to say you're delivering me something >

[xxx]: < omfg >

[xxx]: < ok fine if it gets you to quit yapping >

[xxx]: < if you fuck up that homework though I'm not gonna be pleased >

類: < i anticipate this >

類: < thank you >

[xxx]: < yw i guess >

[xxx]: < now leave me alone >

Rui does exactly that, closing the app and shutting off his phone...as he tries and fails not to internalize his classmate's unsavory remarks, he lies his head down and lets tears fall once more.

[domjaehyun]

HEHE YOU KNOWING MY VIBES🫶🏼omg us getting the behind the scenes of your writing shenanigans!! that's a crazy story ngl you're so committed to your craft, I forget how many trials and tribulations writers have to go through when dealing w technology. BACK TO SCHOOL HOW EXCITING!!! I've always loved psychology too, gimme a good "here's why we like what we like book" and I'm losing my mind. There's one it's called "survival of the prettiest" that's a psychology book about basically why we're naturally attracted to certain things/looks. You might like it it's very insightful!! Anyway I know EXACTLY what you mean by the dubcon/noncon being from the standpoint of making something enjoyable, that's like one of the most popular jav genres (like a pleasure parlor vibe). Cuz you know youre watching an actor consentually play into the push n pull but ultimately enjoy herself. Like its the men out here watching the stepsis/nanny crap while were like yea make her finish AGAIN on that massage table🥳 so real for turning it off when it becomes about the dudes pleasure, im a bit like no good for you i just dc LOL also I would give myself a name but I struggle with crippling anxiety when it comes to the online spaces (took me 3 years to ever send an ask lmaoo) so working through it by being anonymous for now... I did add a lil 🎀 so you knew twas me :)

omg this got buried actually im so sorry OKAY HERE WE GO

i do know your vibes!!!!! you have a certain writing style that just like. is pretty distinct to me!!! NO FR THAT WAS SUCH A HARD TIME. I WAS STRUGGLING SO BAD :( BUT IT'S OKAY NOW :D omg wait thats fascinating i absolutely will be looking that up ... i love that :3

RIGHT LIKE THE ACTING IS PRETTY GOOD MOST OF THE TIME (well. i only enjoy videos w good acting like . in terms of resisting) SO I CAN GET IMMERSED WITHOUT FEELING GUILTY LIKE ...as if i was actually witnessing smth heinous yknow?

im abt to say smth that is possibly so strange but . UNPOPULAR OPINION....POSSIBLY.......... i hate when they use oil or like . lube in any way where the people look like shiny and greased up LIKE IN THE MASSAGE VIDEOS I HATE WHEN THEY'RE COVERED IN OIL IT ICKS ME OUT SO BAD i think bc in my mind im like that looks so deeply uncomfy like youre slipping and sliding.... fine hairs and dust are sticking to your exposed, sticky-ish skin............... i'd just faint personally AND ALSO. THAT USUALLY MEANS THERE'S NOT AS MUCH MOUTH ACTION AS I WANNA SEE YKNOW?? if someone is slathered head to literal toe in baby oil or smth..... ur not abt to lick a stripe up their stomach unless you wanna taste baby oil...................... you feel me?

yeah im having a lot of revelations recently when it comes to men and they are fascinating to say the least. like label wise i dont think i've changed im still bi ... bc im still attracted to men....... but the real revelation.... the real kicker.... is i don't like penetration........................ like in any capacity i dont like fingers, i dont like dicks, i dont like toys— i dont like ANYTHING going inside!!!!!! we're closed for business!!!! my friend thinks its a mental block bc i'm nervous and that's why it just doesn't do anything for me and i hope that's it bc i very much would like to enjoy it at some point, yknow?

oh come to think of it it's def mental for me bc one time i was w this guy and he was having a hard time like . entering me LMAO he was big firstly so i was NERVOUS I DIDNT WANT IT TO HURT so i was like completely tensed and he was like "baby you have to let me in" and i was like oh.. didnt know i was stopping you.. turns out i was clenching myself closed DJLFGSKDKL I DID THAT AT THE GYNO ONCE TOO AND SHE WAS LIKE UNTIL YOU RELAX I CANT EXAMINE YOU.... like sorry girlypop yo tengo miedo :/

anyway sorry for rambling hehe but OMG RLY :') WELL IM HAPPY YOU'RE DOING IT FINALLY :D I ENJOY YOUR MESSAGES :D and jsyk there wouldnt be pressure to like . message constantly i wouldnt put any pressure at all! it wouldve just been a lil way to let me know who i'm talking to if i can't immediately tell :P but no worries!! totally up to you 💖 if you want a name at any point just let me know :D

HAVE A GREAT DAY LOVELY!!!

[emloafs]

ep by ep thoughts (ck s6ep4)

THIS ONE IS MY FAVORITE EPISODE (iykyk). i haven't recovered from it. spoilers below!!!!!!!

EP4

You’re telling me the episode opens with hawks ugly ass American flag hair? Shut the hell up. and no one comments on it????

NO WORDS JUST THE SHOT FOCUSING IN ON DEMETRI OVER ELI’S SHOULDER LOOKING LONGINGLY LETS REPLAY THAT

“Each and every one of you has a shot” as its a shot of Anthonyy (Anthony does not have a shot xo)

“Its really only that 6th spot that’s up for grabs” “yeah and its yours for the taking” ELI BELIEVES IN HIM SM STOP

Sorry to say I eat my words the fab 4 will not all be making it, and neither will hawk, you can just tell from how overconfident they are

It is the way that my entire body is reacting to having average, every day content of binary bfs at school and its ruined by Eli’s FUGLY HAIR and HORRIBLE OUTFITS 

I do appreciate that demetri is still demetri and he’s like there’s an 18% chance of me making it and I know that so it is what it is academics over karate has always been my thing

“MIT cannot turn down the binary bros” OH NO MITS GONNA TURN DOWN THE BINARY BROS

I think Eli is having second thoughts about MIT or he thinks he won’t get in 

I love them being normal in high school!!!!!!!!! Cancel the karate half of the show I don’t need it

THE BABIES BEING FRIENDS THE BABIES BEING FRIENDS ANTHONY DEVON KENNY BROT3 AHHH

Idk how ep4 is gonna go down but it’s my favorite already 

The camera work is fire

Okay kiaz cartwheel… go off? Ig?

NATE YELLING FUCK???? IM DYING

“Mucles” “I HAVE A NEW NICKNAME!!!” This is Mitch’s season fr

Actually rooting so hard for demetri <3 call me biased

Kisses for baby Anthony throw him a bone

Anthony is SO TALL NOW?

“The power couples and hawk” honestly that’s the best way to describe them let’s coin that

Devon better be picked fr actually she needs a win and she’s better than most of them

NOT YASMIN SHOWING UP IN A MINI SKIRT WTF

Not me imagining Yasmine walking into the dojo and she just finds dem and Eli making out

Omg are they breaking up

“I’ve come as far as I can go, and I can live with that” that’s right dem and you’ve done great

“Youre breaking up with me?” “No!” Damn. So close.

Why does his girlfriend have to be the motivation ugh

“Just like MIT, you’re not going to Barcelona without me” LOVING MY HAWKMETRI CRUMBS THEYRE IN LOVE

“I didn’t apply” MMY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR GENUINELY

Eli doesn’t want to let dem down :((( 

Oh shit he’s gonna tell him and demetri is gonna be betrayed and kick his ass low key

I personally love capture the flag <3

Omg eli’s literally not gonna make it his head is in the clouds about college and demetri brother get it togetherrrrr 

If Anthony makes it to the tournament and not Eli im suing 

I am scared of barnes

Ok power couples saw that coming

JUSTICE FOR ELI IM GONNA THROW UP

Daniel is a bloody nose Anthony will be fine

Angsty Anthony idek what do with you

Oh god Johnny and barnes fight in a warehouse with power tools WHY just WHY

Oh I don’t like when demetri and Eli fight I hate this game 

Eli won’t hurt dem again and if they come to a head, and frankly demetri is going to destroy him

ELI NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO TELL HIM OH I WANT TO CRY

DAD AND DAD STOP FIGHTING I CAN’T TAKE IT I SAID I WANTED THE DRAMA BUT I WAS WRONGGGGG GO BACK TO BEING BACKGROUND CHARACTERS STOP THE VIOLENCE oh god im UNPACKING this scene later

Hawk buddy you’re fucked. Demetri is going to kill you. Honestly. I’ll start picking the flowers for your funeral.

Eli’s outfit sucks in this btw I need to speak to wardrobe

OH SHIT DEM FOLLOWED ELI THEY’RE FUCKED

No way… Kenny has the runs… this his sabotage.  That sucks literally that’s gross and embarrassing. You’re all dead to him.

IM SICK TO MY STOMACH ABOUT DEM AND ELI 

I JUST GASPED

I DON’T LIKE DARK DEM

HOLDING HAWKS ARM???? “How do you like it?!” IM GONNA THROW UP 

Eli loves him so much it hurts and dem is so mad at him 

I ACTUALLY AM SHITTING MY PANTS THAT DEM WON

IM CONFLICTED im really proud of my baby but dear god am I worried about Eli

Thank you writers for not making dm a background character <3

KARATE DADS CRUMBS: Anthony comforting hawk after he lost <33333 he’s like I hate when my dads fight fr

Devon obv put the laxatives in his water right… OH YUP it is now confirmed 

I like really actually cannot believe the hawkmetri fight…………… like……….. holy fuck did that just happen? The arm thing?????? Holy fuck

Why does it feel like they just broke up

Someone hold me.

(I enjoy the pain, though. Episode 4 IS my favorite.)

[jenanddomo]

1.13.23

im so exhausted ,,.,.,.,.,, like i just wan sleep forevaaaaaaaaaa . but i cant , my stomach has bad feelings, like a bunch lol. also i found out y i dont like smoking:pp i keep forgetting but i remember, it cause it hurts throat so bad n i get so slowww, time was goinnnn slowwww. i wan a penguin so badddddddddddddddd like they rrrr so cute ngl .

also theirs this dude at school fr giving me ojo or a fan bc we keep makin eye contact n it so awkward like tf i do last time i just smiled at him bc i didnt WAn mAke an ugly face , he kind of cute but nar i dont wan nobody rn. im fine with being alone ish, also hate vday💔💔💔💔

i wan a damn hellokitty vday gift but ikkkk i wont get any🥲🥲🥲🥲

i like to play piggy bc it funn n it helps me distract me from the world tbh . like my life already fallin apart but piggy be the only reason y im still alive

jk

nar my cats r

nnnn omggg

we haveeee puppiess i guess stray dog tommy gave birthj buttt theyyyy r sooo funny loooking jfycdudnu fb frun

THEY LOOK FUNNY