#self indulgence babey!!!!

[renardsruses]

Smooch!!!!!

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

It’s MY birthday and i can draw as self indulgent of an art as I want! Get off my back okayyy????

This is an ace lives au btw. Like a continuation of that absolutely awful (🥺) short comic Oda drew for them.

Ive seen a bunch of post-war cuddles with these three, but I think that Ace and Sabo deserve to just talk with each other.

[deecotan]

cooldown

bonus hug.png because i like how it turned out:

[robottheodorlasso]

Don’t Touch

[localrobotfragger555]

I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💘💕💝💝✨💖💗💗💞💕💖💗💗✨💖💕💖💖💞💝💘💓💘💖💓♉️♋️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏼‍♀️🎀🧸🤹🏽‍♀️🤼‍♀️🚗🚚💞💓💘💝🩷💝💝🩷

[naelaynae]

hear me out, kinda self-indulgent.

in my head, Tsukishima Kei isn't someone I would instantly think would comfort you with words. He's kinda bad at it but, seeing you in tears, whether it would be silent sniffles or a full-blown meltdown, he'd drop everything to hold you. You're both on the floor in a private area as you weep, his brows furrowed as he listens to your cries, complaints, troubles, and burdens. Cradling your slightly shaking body as you finally let it all out. His lips pressed against your forehead, his arms wrapped around your shoulders as if he's protecting you? He's never one for words, but his actions speak louder than any words he had to offer.

[forggywrites]

Hobie x gn reader having a depressive episode

(I may or may not be having a depressive episode so I just wanna do something to get my mind off of it)

Also it’s hard to write when I’m like this so it’s short.

Requests are open!

When he got home from the usual spider stuff and walked into the living room he knew something was up when your normal greeting wasn’t as energetic as usual.

When he saw you sprawled out on the couch with a tired look on your face he knew something was definitely wrong.

“Hey luv, what’s goin on? You upset or is it just one a those days?”

All you did was shrug.

“Is it anotha episode?”

You nodded with a small noise of confirmation.

First off he’ll make sure to feed you, he’ll make or get whatever you ask for. If you have a hard time deciding on what to eat he’ll grab a small snack and some water and then help you decide.

After you’re fed, he’ll help you clean up. If you don’t have the motivation to shower he’ll help you. Either he’ll motivate you to bathe or bathe you himself.

After you’re fed and cleaned he’ll take you on a walk or drive, just to make sure you can get some fresh air and sunlight.

If you wanna do something he’ll take you to a store, buy steal you a stuffie or other comfort item along with snacks.

After a nice outing he’ll take you home, get you comfortable in bed, and hang out with you until you fall asleep or feel better.

He sits your head in his lap, if you’ve got hair to style he’ll style it, if not he’ll just rub your scalp and hold your hand.

As you lie there he turns on one of your favorite shows, mumbling sweet words to you.

“You’re so sweet luv, I’m glad I can be here for you”

He will always be there for you, no matter what.

[bluebunf]

ÒwÓ)/ hehehe

[fixedfour]

[peachplumreid]

manic monday | spencer reid

summary: reader is having a hard time sleeping + adjusting to new medication; however, spencer is there with his wits, charm, and love. 

tw: insomnia, reader is taking medication (an ssri), implied sex, mention of a condom wrapper (let me know if i missed anything!!)

word count: 269

a/n: this is honestly as self indulgent as it gets (gif is not my own!!)

my masterlist!!

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1:26 am, Monday.

“Just another manic Monday!”

She softly hummed as Spencer lay splayed across her, drooling slightly on her left breast. 

“I wish it was Sunday!”

Spencer lightly twitched in his sleep, letting out a low sigh. She patted his hair, reminding him he was home.

“Did you know that the Bangles originally were going to be called The Bangs, but another band already had the name? That same band offered the all-girl pop group twenty thousand dollars for the rights to use the name The Bangs, but they refused.”

She jumped, unaware he was awake. 

“God, Spence, I thought you were asleep.”

“I was, but your restlessness is transmissible.”

She let out a small exhale, “I’m sorry. This new medication is seriously screwing with me.”

“It’s alright, Sweetheart.”

Spencer placed a few quick kisses on her collarbone. 

“Anti-depressants take four to six weeks to fully kick in, and you’ve only been taking it for three days. I’m not expecting you to be right as rain.”

“Right as rain,” she repeated. 

Spencer rolled over, his back now lying flat against the bed. He extended his arms, allowing her to slip into the space between his chest and his biceps. 

He ran his fingers down her back. 

“How can I help?”

She nuzzled her cheeks into his side, contemplating. 

“Pass me the remote, please.”

Spencer reached over the side of the bed to his nightstand, almost knocking over his chap stick and a condom wrapper.

“Alf will settle my frantic brain.”

Spencer let out a quiet laugh. It was just another manic Monday.

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[renardsruses]

I think if he lived he deserves to be soft and adored 🤠✨

[raccoonsandrangoons]

1-800-Sorry-I’m-Distracted

Summary: After coming home from a long day of work, Eddie attempts to distract you while you’re on the phone with your sister

CW: smut (minors dni); semi-public sex (you’re on the phone with your sister); oral (f receiving); vaginal fingering

Words: 1.8K (short and sweet bby)

Notes: this is a completely self indulgent piece I wrote ages ago (srry babe) for my best friend, the moon to my sun, my sister in every AU, @jadequeen88! call it self-indulgent because I’m engaged to my waifu for laifu Steve hehe

“Hang on a minute, will ya?” you said hurriedly into the phone, placing your hand over the receiver. “Eddie” you hissed.

The curly-haired man in question hummed in acknowledgment. He had just come home from a long day of work at the mechanic’s. Usually he loves his job, but today his clients were something else. He sighed in relief that he only had a half shift and was able to run home to you. For the last two and a half hours of his shift, all he could think about was you and how he couldn’t wait to relieve all his stress.

“What is it, babe?” He was standing behind you with his arms around you. His fingers ghosted up and down your sides as his taller frame boxed you in against the wall the old phone was connected to. A Cheshire grin stretched across his face.

“You know what,” you said, nudging him with your elbow. Your voice was low in warning to your boyfriend.

Eddie faked being wounded as he stumbled back at the minimal force of your elbow. His hand over his chest like he had been stabbed. His dark, round eyes stared at you, threatening tears, as his lip trembled in a fake pout.

You rolled your eyes at his antics. Usually, you would have played back at him, but not today. You were stressed from work and attempting to build up the mental energy to have dinner with your sister and her fiancé, not spend it on your boyfriend’s distractions.

“I’m on the phone with my sister.” You turned back around with your back to Eddie and put the phone back to your ear. “Hey, you still there, hon?” you said to your sister on the other end.

Faintly through the static of the phone, Eddie could hear your sister’s bubbly voice confirming her presence as he made his way back to bothering you. He heard her light chipper as she was recounting some tale of the kids. Eddie rolled his eyes at her chirping about their shenanigans with Steve. He moved your hair to the side and opted to bury his face in your neck, placing light feathery kisses there.

You tried to shove your needy boyfriend away, but once again to no avail.

Eddie’s ringed hands had finally settled on a destination and gripped on to your hips as you nudged at him. He held you back flush against him. He pressed his body against you, and you could feel a hard bulge already through his jeans as he rolled his hips up into you.

“Just a second,” you said into the phone. You turned to Eddie and gave him the look. ‘Quit it’ you mouthed to your mischievous boyfriend.

Eddie simply winked and cracked a devilish smile before whispering low in your ear, “Just relax,” sending shivers down your spine.

You could hear his smirk before he trailed kisses along your shoulders. His long curly hair tickled your sensitive skin.

“She’ll never know,” he whispered again.

“What’s that?” your sister said from the other end of the phone.

“Nothing,” you told you. You could hear your eyes rolling in your voice. “Just, Eddie being Eddie.”

“Oh!” your sister said, “Well, tell him Steve and I say hi!”

“Sure thing. So, what about Dustin again?”

Your sister resumed her chirping about her adoptive “son” via Steve.

“Sometimes I wonder what his mother thinks. He’s always over!” she said. “When Steve says he wants six little nuggets, I tell him we already have Dustin and Erica and them. I mean sometimes Mike really gets on my nerves,” (garnering a chuckle from Eddie) “Really! It’s like Steve and I are already parents! Eddie may as well drop them off here after Hellfire!”

Eddie, sweet adoring Eddie, despite all his scary looks, who doted on the younger ones in his Hellfire club. Despite graduating, Eddie still hung around for campaigns. He claimed it was because they still needed their dungeon master but the truth of it was after the events of last spring, he wanted to make sure each one made it home after meetings, especially on nights when they ran over and the moon was high in the night sky.

Sweet, darling Eddie, who, by now, had worked a hand up your shirt and was thanking god and every other deity in the sky and below that you never wore a bra in your house. Rough fingers pinched your nipple. You let out a breath before biting your lip to keep from making any more noises into the phone for your sister to hear.

“Damn, and I thought I was funny!” your sister said.

“Sorry, sorry,” you said. “I’m a little… distracted right now.”

“You good?”

“Yeah! Yeah… it’s just work and trying to organize all the bills for reopening Benny’s. You know what they say! It takes about five years to turn a profit.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not right now; I’d rather just—.” Cut off by a particularly harsh bite from Eddie. “Just not think about it,” you told your sister.

“Makes sense,” she concurred.

“Oh, don’t you worry pretty girl,” Eddie growled against your skin, too low to be picked up by the phone. “I’ll make sure we both forget all about it.”

Eddie’s other hand made its way down your pants, rubbing small circles on your clit against the fabric of your thin panties. Instinctively, you rolled your hips into his hand, grinding against his hips in the process. Eddie chuckled low as he nipped at your shoulders.

You were wet. Surprisingly so, given that you were initially disgusted by Eddie trying to bother you while you talked to your sister, but soon the disgust gave way to the thrill of not being caught—that and an animalistic desperation Eddie always managed to bring out in you.

Soon, Eddie had wormed his way around you, settling on his knees between you and the wall the phone was hooked to. He fiddled momentarily with the button on your jeans before tugging your pants and panties down together. You looked down at him with wide eyes swimming with both fear and want.

Eddie held a finger to his lips and smirked before diving between your legs and licking a long stripe across your slit. You gasped as your legs buckled and you had to lean against the wall to hold yourself up. With the phone pressed between your shoulder and ear, your now free hand instinctively shot down into Eddie’s thick mane of curls. His soft chuckles and hums vibrated throughout you.

“Are you okay?” your sister asked, bringing you back to earth.

“Yea I’m fine. I just thought I saw a bug or something, maybe. It’s outside the window though.”

Eddie continued his work. His large, ringed hands kept your legs spread enough for him to fit between but steady enough to keep you from toppling over. His tongue made slow, sinful, and sloppy movements over you. Eddie always ate you like you were his last meal, sloppily but savoring. The pleasure he got from giving you pleasure leaving you breathless.

The tip of a rough finger teased your wet entrance. As if on habit, you rocked into Eddie’s face. He hummed and moaned into your core.

“Oh hell no!” your sister shouted into the phone. Her shrill shriek halting your movements and bringing you back to a reality less focused on your boyfriend’s mouth.

Bugs were your sister’s greatest fear–ranking above the demogorgons even. You thought that the mention of a creepy crawly would keep your sister from discovering the truth of the reason behind your gasps.

“That's good he’s outside. I hate bugs so much,” your sister said.

“Yup,” you managed to squeak in agreement.

Eddie had worked a single finger into you. The cold metal of his rings was always a shocking, but deliriously delicious, contrast to your heated core. You were always so hot that it never took long for the metal of his rings to heat up and provide a different sensation. His lips had wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly before swirling his tongue against it. He alternated pressure with his tongue, switching between giving you flat long licks and little pointed flicks.

“So are you and Eddie still coming for dinner?” your sister asked, filling up the small silence that had come between you.

“I don’t… uh… I don’t think so,” you said, tightening your grip on Eddie’s hair in an attempt to keep both him and yourself still. “It’s been a really stressful day, and I don’t–” A thrust from Eddie silencing you. “I don’t think I’m up to it.”

“Oh,” your sister said, her voice falling in disappointment.

“I’m actually gonna have to let you go. I don’t feel so good. Think I might be getting a fever.”

“Oh no! Yeah, you have been acting a little weird this afternoon. Well, if you need anything, let me know. I can drop it off or have Steve do it.”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.” You were rushing to get off the phone. “Okay. Love you. Bye.”

“Bye. I love—.”

You had already hung up.

Eddie worked a second long finger into you, curling them in a way that had you buckling into him. Now that you were off the phone, Eddie had no problem with picking up his speed, fucking you with his fingers. The obscene noises your body was making filled the room.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Eddie cooed, almost mockingly. “Let go. Cum on me.”

You obeyed, grinding yourself down on his mouth and hand and letting your orgasm wash over you and spill onto Eddie’s eager tongue.

After a moment to collect yourself, you turned your attention fully to Eddie. You yanked his head away from you, causing an unholy moan to leave the man’s glistening lips. Your own lips curled into a domineering smile and you looked down on him.

“What do you think you’re trying to play at here?” You tugged on his curls drawing another moan from the man on the floor. “Distracting me while I’m on the phone with my sister?” Another pull. Another moan. “Bad boy, Eddie. Very bad.”

Eddie shivered in delight as a devious grin spread across his angelic face.

On the opposite end, your sister hung up her phone.

“—you too,” she said slowly with her hand still on the receiver upon you hanging up abruptly on her.

“So what time are they coming?” Steve asked, turning to face her from his place on their couch.

“They’re not,” she said, mildly disgruntled. She placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at the amount of food she’d defrosted and prepped to cook.

“Twenty bucks says they’re fucking.”

“No deal! I’m not losing that much! Knowing my sister and Munson, they probably already were.” She sighed and rubbed her temples. “Just call Dustin and them while I start on this. Tell them we got extra food. Those boys eat us out of a house and home, but I’m not about to have fucking chili for a whole week.”

“Or, I mean,” Steve smirked and looked up at her through his lashes. “We could…”

“Steve!”

“Got it, okay. I’ll call Dustin!”

[artifeast]

for day 6/7 of podcast girls week! late for day 6 (and almost day 7 oops), but this is pure self-indulgence :3c

[shalomniscient]

i promise i’m working on the rahu fic but HEAR ME OUT: YUKONG X READER PACIFIC RIM AU

jaded ex-ace pilot yukong who lost her drift partner, caiyi, and has never set foot in a jaeger since. she’s content to live out her days of retirement until an abomination (kaiju) wrecks her neighbourhood, an attack in which she barely escapes alive alongside her daughter. some friends of her aren’t as lucky. the kaiju destroys two other jaegers before it’s finally put down by a jaeger barely clinging to life. they name the kaiju calamitas, for the calamity it inflicted. it is fitting.

the situation is terrible. bad enough, that the general of the defense corps comes to see her personally. general jing yuan bows to her on his knees, and begs for her return. she wants to say no—how could she ever drift with anyone else—but in the end, her weakness is her daughter. in that moment of righteous fury, qingni looked like the stunning image of her mother.

so she goes. she follows jing yuan in his helicopter as they make their way to the base. it has hardly changed over the years, a dome made of iron and steel, sweat and blood. there are ghosts in every corner here, nestled so closely amongst the living they are almost indistinguishable. a part of her naively hopes that she might turn a corridor and see a familiar head of brown hair and ears.

they go through many candidates. from rookies to seasoned pilots, no one could drift alongside the former ace. the words are on the tip of her tongue—i told you so. but jing yuan gives her a placating smile, and says, just one more.

the candidate who walks in is you. you’re young, maybe qingni’s age, but there’s a hauntedness in your eyes that yukong understands.

jing yuan does the honours of listing your accomplishments. five confirmed kills, and two assists. not bad, for someone as young as you. but then, he mentions what yukong had already guessed.

it was you, that day, who took down calamitas. you, in that half-broken jaeger, your partner dead in their seat, but still connected to you within the drift. you, who piloted a jaeger on your own to deliver the final killing blow. yukong comes to respect you as much as she mourns your loss.

as you strap into the drift chair, she can’t help but wonder. was this jing yuan’s grand strategy this time? to put two pilots who had lost their partners together, so that they could bond in their grief? drift in it? yukong almost wants to laugh—but she doesn’t.

not when less than five minutes later, the computer flashes with the words DRIFT COMPATIBILITY: 100%, NEURAL LINK STABLE. and not when she turns her head to face you, and feels her dead heart stir for the first time in years.

[torinotspring]

Self indulgent Michael Holden hcs

If you don't like these, well, they are self-indulgent.

• Michael delights in texting Tori random updates about his day when she's not around.

• Michael likes to take a lot of time volunteering for charities, animal shelters, etc.

• He LOVES cheesy romantic comedy movies, even though he won't admit it most of the time (unless jokingly).

• Michael's favorite color is #e0f7fa.

• For the longest time, Michael's summer job was to work at his local library.

• When Michael spends too much time with anyone, he begins to mirror their texting/typing habits.

• Someone thought Michael was a girl once, but instead of being shocked, he genuinely asked why they thought that.

• When comforting, Michael will say things like "I know" or "I'm here" because he finds that they are the most comforting things to hear.

IF YOU WANNA HEAR ANYTHING ELSE/MORE, LMK. IM OBSESSED RN.

[luminlunii]

Are you still doing requests?

Technically yes, I'm just going to be very slow about it as I'm doing a million other things

Everything is fine- I'm definitely not writing a Hellerby fic- No, not at all! Not like I have plans to make more than one- ANd I definitely did not get sick two days prior! I don't have a headache, you do!

...But yes. Rocky on a skateboard will be posted this weekend. And an implied Hellerby ask next weekend.