#stop cutting to the core of my being i cant take it

[tree-creature]

Don't cry at the release of bears in trees new music challenge: impossible

I'm not ready for how to build an ocean: instructions, a lot of it feels directly written for my very being. It comes out on my birthday and imma be a whole new creature upon hearing it.

[struniolos]

bags.

“cant you see me? i’m waiting for the right time.”

chris sturniolo x fem! reader.

synopsis: the one time chris convinces you to sleep in his room instead of nicks, and the truth comes tumbling out.

warnings: smut. minors do not interact.

the sound of chris’ mindless humming fills the air of his room, as you watch from his plush bed the way he thoroughly reads through your mid-term college paper. his hair falls over his eyes, and his legs sit apart. you could watch him like this for hours, how he just seems so calm and present- you try and capture these moments in your mind, like you could take a photograph with your eyes.

“honestly, i don’t think you should include the part about when your childhood dog died.” he speaks up, looking back at you.

you raise an eyebrow. “yeah, it’s not like it’s a core event that impacted my life which is exactly what the paper is supposed to be about.”

he quirks the corner of his lips upwards. “it’s just so depressing, you know?”

“my life is depressing.” you counter with a laugh, watching as he rolls his eyes.

“you asked for my feedback, and that’s what i’ve got. cut the dead dog story.” he says, trying to be as serious as chris sturniolo can possibly be.

you couldn’t help but smile at him, watching as he pushed his feet against the ground to sway his desk chair back and forth. his pyjama pants were definitely a sight to see, blue plaid. a secret, shameful voice in your head fantasised about how soft they would feel up against your skin. you glance down at your watch, which pulses to remind you of your sleep schedule.

“fuck, it’s 12am. i should probably head home.” you sigh, rubbing your eyes.

chris looks up as if he were a puppy. you imagined if he had dog ears they’d be perked up. “it’s too late! what if you get murdered or something on your way?”

“in my car?” you question.

he nods, wide eyed. “uh, yeah, what if someone, like, pretends to have been hit by a car then when you stop and get out boom! they stab you.”

“you sure it won’t be you? seems like you’ve had that planned for a while.” you chuckle, shaking your head. chris always had such strange theories and scenarios running around in his mind- if it was possible, you’d love to open it up and take a peak inside. a part of you wondered if you had a place in there somewhere.

he wafts you off with his hand. “you can sleep over, you know nick and matt won’t care.”

you hum in agreement, not particularly wanting to drive home at this late hour, not because of the potential murderers, but the fact that you were ready to collapse in a heap from how tired your brain was. “alright, i’ll go ask nick to pull out his spare mattress for me.”

“it’s so strange he has a spare bed for all his friends when they sleep over, like, just share a bed?” chris rambles, as he stands up and stretched his arms over his head, his stomach peaking out from under his white top. god.

“it’s not strange, it’s very thoughtful. he’s even got a spare cabinet of toiletries for when people stay over.” you point out.

“jesus christ.” chris groans, rolls his eyes.

“whatever.” you scoff, beginning to stand up off chris’ bed, dreading the thought of having to walk up two flights of stairs to get to nick’s room.

chris frowns at you, tilting his head. “you don’t have to go. why don’t you just sleep in here?”

“uh…” you try to muster up something, some dumb excuse for why you couldn’t. because i’m madly in love with you? because i won’t be able to control myself?

“so you’ll have a sleepover with nick but not me?” he grumbles, crossing his arms. “don’t make it weird. we’re just sharing a bed.”

“yes, exactly the point of why it will be weird.” you laugh.

“come on, it’ll be fun. we could watch a movie?” he suggests, a smile adorning his plump lips.

this flusters you, the thought of being so close, watching a movie together, alone, in his room. there was always someone with you, wether it be nick, matt, nate or madi. but not tonight- and that scared you.

“alright, i’ll stay for a bit but i’m not sleeping in here.” you tell him firmly, trying to lay down boundaries before you did anything stupid.

this seems to please chris enough, as he smiles and jumps onto the bed ridiculously, the weight of him bouncing the bed and making it squeak. a dark part of your mind thought about the other ways his bed would make those noises, but you shut it down immediately. once you sat down beside him, with your legs crossed, you scrolled through the netflix catalogue on his tv. you finally settle on she’s the man.

you can see chris in the corner of your eye scrunching his face up. “oh come on, really?”

“it’s a good movie!” you argue, hitting his arm playfully.

he scoffs at you. “so you’ve said about a million other movies that were all shit.”

“actually, could we not watch a movie? i’m really fucking tired.” you yawn, snuggling yourself into the duvet. you remain on top of it though, in a way of telling yourself to not get too comfortable. “i cant be bothered arguing about what to watch, anyway.”

“okay, well what did you want to do instead?” he asks, turning onto his side to face you, now. the only light in his room was that of the tv which illuminated his pale skin, his bright blue eyes glistening. it hurt just how gorgeous he was without even trying.

you shrug. “sleep?”

he nods, now rolling onto his back. you assume this means he is in agreement, but he doesn’t say anything. he just stares up at his ceiling fan, breathing slow. you watch him deep in thought, like his mind is really tinkering over something and gnawing at his insides.

“why don’t you want to sleep in here?” he suddenly says, turning his head slightly to face you.

you sigh. “because chris, it’s weird. we’re friends- we aren’t like, dating or anything. it’s not weird with nick, but with you…”

“with me what?”

your mind fogged with a cluster of everything. all of the stolen glances, the going places you knew chris would be there, always being at his beck and call because you were a ‘good friend’.

you sigh, deciding if you didn’t say anything now, you’d beat yourself up for it. “because...because i like you, chris, and i know you don’t feel the same. i know how you feel about relationships, they scare you. so it’s just easier if i set boundaries for myself and-“

“you like me?” he cuts you off mid sentence, now propping himself up on his side on his forearm.

your stomach sinks. there’s no turning back now. “yes.”

there’s a thick pause between you, and you prepare yourself for the worst. you squeeze your eyes shut, covering your face with your hands. why the fuck had you told him? you’ve ruined everything. now he will never want to hang out with you, and it’ll be awkward with nick and matt and-

“why have you never said anything?” he whispers, quieter than you’d ever heard him.

you swallow, biting your lips hard. “because i didn’t want to ruin not only our friendship but mine with nate, madi, matt, and oh god especially nick.”

chris nods slowly, like he’s really taking to what you’re saying, like he understands the weight of it and why you’d never said anything. why you’d always stayed quiet, and admired from afar. he touched his hair, mindlessly twirling a strand.

“nick never told you?” chris said softly, his eyebrows knitting into one. he looked sad, almost.

“told me what?” you whisper back, your heart now beating in your throat.

chris was never one with words, so when he leaned over and pressed his lips softly to yours, you understood this was his way of saying i like you too.

your cheeks were burning, as he cupped them in his hands. you both slowly began to roll over, with chris now hovering above you and his knee between your legs. you kissed him pathetically desperate, your body keening against his. you lips didn’t seperate once, as if you were breathing air into each other’s lungs and if you parted you’d suffocate. his hair tickles your forehead, his nose pushing into your cheek. you were waiting for yourself to wake up, that you had fallen asleep and this was only a sick part of your mind playing tricks on you. but it was real, he was real.

“fuck, i’ve wanted to do this for so long.” he whispers against you, as his hands roam down your body.

you gasp at the feeling. “you have?”

“mhm.” he murmurs, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “can i take this off?”

you nod, batting your lashes to look at him, and god, he was beautiful as ever.

“this isn’t going to ruin things between us, is it? because i’ll stop right now if it means you’ll never speak to me again.” he pleads, doe eyes looking at you wide and earnest.

“chris.” you whisper, your hand coming to hold his warm, pink cheek. “i would never not talk to you. i want this, i have wanted this.” more than you know you wanted to add, but couldn’t find the willpower.

“i want this too.”

you both assisted each other in swiftly discarding of your clothes, leaving you both only in your underwear. you felt so exposed, the fact he knew how to you felt and that your body was on display. he stroked your thigh as it came to curl around his back, his kisses travelling to your neck and collarbone. you moaned softly at the feeling, his warm lips lighting little fires within your skin. he bit at the plush flesh above your bra before removing it, his hands coming to hold and massage each mound.

you guided one of his hands down to your heat, begging with your eyes. “please.”

chris snaked his hand under your waistband, his slender fingers softly touching your folds. it was all so painfully soft, how he rubbed circles at your core while kissing you slow and deep. he shimmied your panties down, leaving them at your thigh. he dipped a finger into you, your velvet walls pulsating around him. your body begged for more, and chris listened. he was in tune with you, without having to say a word. he pushed in another finger, which elicited a deep moan from within your throat.

“that feel good?” chris murmured, his lips at your cheek.

“god, yes.” you whined, your body curling against his.

he pumped his fingers in and out of your wetness, as you clawed into his shoulders and shuddered against his bigger frame. you could feel him through his boxers, as he ground down against you. his pace increased as he felt you clench around his fingers, the sounds coming from you almost pornographic.

you moaned and cried for him, “chris! i’m almost- ah!”

your orgasm came strong like a thunderous tsunami, your legs stretching and your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your mouth hung open silently as no noise could possibly explain how euphoric you felt.

“mhm, that’s it.” he cooed, riding you through your high and praising you in your ear.

you would never be able to see him the same, never look at him platonically ever again. you knew this would ruin you. he kissed you deep, his tongue licking into your mouth.

“i want to feel you.” he moaned, grinding his constricted mound against your heat. “i want to be inside you.”

the weight of him on top of you combined with his honeyed words began to make you feel all hot and tingly again, as you pulled him incredibly close, your lips puffed and swollen.

“i want that too.” you manage, grinding up against him, the friction euphoric.

he pauses, looking down at you, his chain dangling in your face and hair flopping over his face. “are you sure?”

“mhm.” you hum, “need you.”

chris gives you one last firm kiss, before reaching down to pull his boxers to his thighs. your face flushed a deep maroon, watching as his leaking, pink tip pulsated. he rubbed himself gently, and you reached down to help him. he guided your hand up and down his length, and you felt yourself getting wetter. you shimmied your panties the rest of the way down, kicking them off your ankles. swiftly, he reached over to his bedside table drawer to grab a condom, ripping the packet with his teeth and gliding it down his shaft. you clenched your thighs with anticipation.

the brunette lined himself up with your weeping entrance, as you stroked his hair. you both watched as he slid into you, his tip disappearing into you. your jaw went slack, a pathetic moan tumbling from your plush lips. chris slumped over you once he had bottom out, his face in the crook of your neck.

“fuck, you feel so good.” he groaned, his hair tickling the nape of your neck. “can i move?”

“please.” you beg, as he lifts his head to lock eyes with you. you could no longer see the blue, they were merely bands around his blown pupils.

the first thing you felt was relief as he began to thrust in and out of you, his forearms leaning at each side of you as he held himself up. you knew it was quite vanilla, but thoroughly enjoyed being able to see his pink cheeks and open mouth as he moaned on top of you. his thrusts were passionate and deep, something you least expected from him. it felt ridiculously good, your body overcome with a warm fuzzy feeling deep from within you.

“faster.” you whimpered, holding his head with both hands, clawing into his soft dark hair.

he did as he was told. he picked your legs up, pushing them to your chest so you were folded in half. he began to snap his hips against yours, his balls slapping against your ass. he was impossibly deep, you swore you could feel him in your stomach. he grunted and groaned as he thrust, while you whimpered and clawed at his back. the noises coming from your bodies were ridiculously erotic, the wetness of your pussy and the moans escaping your throat.

“i want to hear you.” he growled, eyes dark and swirling with lust.

“ah, chris yes!” you cried, as he slammed deep within you, his hands holding the back of your thighs to keep you in place.

he quickly slipped out of you, and you almost cried at the feeling of being empty. he flipped you over so quickly you didn’t have time to register, your stomach flat against the bed and his chest flush against your back. he sunk back into you, and you pressed your head into the pillows, muffling your cries.

“oh my- fuck.” you moaned, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

his hands found purchase on the flesh of your hips, gripping it tight and using it as leverage for his relentless thrusts. his body slammed against yours, fucking you into the mattress. he reached around between you and the sheets, rubbing your sensitive bud.

“i’m close! shit!” you swore, biting your fist as he continued to slam into you, your ass bouncing against his pelvis.

“me too, ah!” he grunted, “i wanna see your face when i fill you up.”

you moaned at the thought, hoisting one leg up and twisting your core so that you turn around to look at him. he had a sheen of sweat coating his body and his lips between his teeth, while his hair fell in his face and his arms tensed as he held you down. the bed frame squeaked rapidly, thudding against the wall. there was no way nick and matt couldn’t hear you.

“fuck!” you cried, your orgasm washing over you in a thick wave. your vision was blurred, and your body froze.

the feeling of you clenching around him must’ve sent him over the edge, as chris’ hips stuttered with a cracked moan coming from his throat. he thrust into a few more times, spurting his hot liquid into you. your eyes were lidded, a dumb smile overcoming you as you watched him puff and pant. he collapsed beside you, but you made sure to face him so you could admire his post sex haze. you both lay in silence for a while, basking in each other.

“i cant believe we just did that.” chris mumbled, his finger tracing mindlessly over your face.

“me neither.” you breathe.

he thinks for a moment, pushing his hair out of his face to reveal his pink cheeks, freckles spattered over his nose. “you think matt and nick heard?”

“definitely. secrets out now.” you say, scrunching your nose.

chris laughs, reaching his arms to envelope you into him. he switched the tv off, now leaving you in the pitch black. as you lay there, caged within his arms, you couldn’t help but let somber thoughts cloud you. you wondered how things would change, what would you two become? was this a one time thing? did he really like you back or were you just another warm body?

“do you really like me too?” you whispered into the darkness, nuzzling your nose into his chest to feel his heartbeat.

“i always have. i just never know what to say in these situations. i get stuck.” he confesses, his hands running through your hair soothingly. “girls scare me.”

you chuckle, shaking your head. “who knew, huh? chris sturniolo, ladies man…is scared of girls.”

he laughs with you now, squeezing you tight. “shut up.”

you find yourself lulled to sleep by his breathing and the feeling of him pressed against you. you’d never felt so comforted, like you belonged somewhere, more than what you did in that moment.

[sexbot300]

a/n: in light of recent events (im crying) heres a short drabble I made of getting your pussy ate by choso, written in under 30 minutes teehee.

choso kamo was certain about a lot of things. he was certain that his brothers liked specific foods, that specific days of the week offered the best coupon deals at the grocery store, that wool is a better fabric for sweaters than scratchy polyester and he was more than certain that being between your thighs was his own personal heaven.

well– at least that’s what he imagined to be certain of. countless and countless of times did you show up in his home, complaining about how no men nowadays “know” how to take care of a woman in bed. all he could do is furrow his eyebrows on the couch that you sit adjacent to him, wondering how in the hell men get the opportunity to get into bed with you and don’t worship every last second of it.

clearing his throat while turning to the tv, his muscular pale arms spanning out on the cushions of the couch behind you. wearing a black compression shirt that highlighted every rigid of his well-built body, gray sweatpants hanging loosely down on his sculpted v-line. “well, not all of them are. they’re just not me.”

sitting your body upright leaning slightly away from him as his face was still glued to the fluorescent-lit box. slightly scoffing, “oh really kamo?”

tilting his head to the side, leaning against his bulging bicep, his brown eyes bore into yours. whispering silently, “yeah. really.” his eyes wore an expression of tiredness, purple decorated his half-lidded eyes. it would be a crime not to give into him right then and there.

giggling while shaking your head, “fine choso.” you roll your eyes melodramatically. “bet you can make me cum in under 10 minut-“

his eyes still trailing every dramatic movement, he found himself enticed by every little expression made on your face. wherever you moved, his eyes followed in complete awe. cutting you off completely, “give me 5 minutes with my tongue.”

that’s where you found yourself withering on that very couch, legs overthrown on his broad shoulders. god knows where your panties were located and now your own self-respect. because the way this man was working his tongue up against your clit had you questioning why you haven’t done this sooner.

“a-ah! c-choso! too m’ch!” fingers gripped firmly on his hair that now fell loosely on his back, out of his usually buns framing his devastatingly handsome face. soaked with your sex, your slick coated from the tip of his nose to his entire chin. eyes even more half-lidded, they stared directly in your soul while his plush lips engulfed your clit. sucking harshly, eliciting lewd wet noises as he tongue would circle around the pearl in hungry motions.

“t-that’s fine.” he started, pussy drunk as his nose dipped against your clit that now detached from his tongue. his tongue now probed at the entrance of pussy never fully fucking his entire muscle into you, slowly taunted the hole that clenched at nothing. “better than not enough huh?”

dipping his head in even further, he brought a large hand up to your stomach, pressing down causing you to squirm. quickly shoving his nose deeper in your throbbing clit, his tongue fully penetrated your clenching hole. bobbing back and forth, fucking his tongue into you.

“c-cant cho!” squirming around your body convulsed as this man ruthlessly fucked his tongue into you, “no. you can… you will.” his words come out muffled, as he pushes himself out before lapping up and down your folds like a madman and then pushing his tongue back in to your sopping core.

this elicits a mean, mean cycle of choso constantly fucking you on his tongue, to straight up messily making out with your cunt, to using his mouth to engulf your clit as your own section toy. only leaving you with moans of; “oh choso!” “d-don’t stop, so fucking! mhpm! good! ah!” swirling his tongue against your bud, the penetration of two, thick, long fingers began to curve upright instantly hitting the sweet spot you needed. “y-you! uhhh! liar!” head hitting back the back of the couch, as eyes rolled back into your head. in a whiny pathetic whimper, “you saaaaah! said, only t-ah! tongue!”

“ch-cho! ah!” hooking one bicep under your thigh, the knot of release was the only thing clouding your judgement. “t-that’s…” suck! “it” lick! “just cum on my fingers and tongue…” moaning into your cunt, his eyes dazed as he ruthlessly pumps his fingers in and out while his mouth abuses your swollen clit. “don’t blame me that my fingers wanted to play with your cute little pussy.”

as your body sporadically twitches underneath him, clawing everywhere from the cushions underneath to his hair. he finds his free hand pinning both of your hands down, while his fingers scissor in and out, up and down. his body quickly adapting to how fast your moving, moaning like a whore. his whore.

“ah! no! CAN’T choso! this is it! ahhhhhh fu’kkkkk!”

“you can.” he maintained eye contact with you. his eyes almost black from the pupil dilation, this wasn’t your regular choso. this was the face of a man starved of pussy. his voice grew huskier while in the folds of your cunt, “and you will.” middle and ring finger start vehemently fucking into you, curving them upwards while he went up and down your contracting walls. only the lewd noises of your juices, moans, and choso’s fingers fucking you filled the room. within an instant, a slow gush of liquid starting squiring out of your pussy. taken you back by surprise.

“thereee we go. see? wasn’t so bad.. just let me take care of you from here on out, show you that I’m not just any man. I’m the only man you need.”

[yeyinde]

‼️imagine riding price while he’s smoking a cigar‼️ that just popped inside my head and now i’m horny

⇾warnings: unfettered filth, gratuitous smut; gendered!female reader, female anatomy; very slight possessive!Price; very heavy dom!Price; choking?? kinda???

⇾notes: damn, op. me, too. also, has anyone seen bodies bodies bodies? you know that moment when Pete Davidson says I just look like I fuck? that's this. that's Price.

With his head tilted back on the bed, lit cigar dangling from between his teeth, he looks almost attainable in the gloam. Touchable. Like a man you reach out, and have. It's so different from his usual countenance that it jars something inside of you, pricking that soft, sensitive place between your thundering heart and ribs.

Shadows cut under his eyes, his nose, the jut of his lip, illuminated only by the flushed, yellow light of the lamp beside the bed. 

Cot, really. Barely enough space in it to fit a single person, much less two. How he manages to squeeze inside the tiny slip of a mattress makes you question everything you know about physics and spatial mathematics.

Though—

"That's it, mm," he rasps, words slurred and muffled around the cigar in his mouth. His hands are firebrands on your breasts, where they settle hot and firm, rough palm grazing your hard nipples. "Just like that, dove. Take me in—all of it, yeah? Want to feel your cunt around all of me."

—there really isn't any room in your head for complex queries when you're sat on your captain's cock, pussy pulsing around him all the way to the root. 

He knocks all logic from your head with a soft flex of his hips, cockhead nudging something inside of you that has you reeling through samsara. 

You can't stop the whine from spilling out—high-pitched and breathless—when he shifts like that, grinding his fat cock against your gummy walls. 

"C—captain—," you mewl, nails digging into the coarse auburn covering his chest. Your hips gyrate over his groin, seeking more of that delicious stretch, that blistering press of him splitting you apart. 

"Shush, shush," he coos, his hand falling away from your swaying chest to wrap around the body of the cigar. The tip burns red; the heavy scent of sex and tobacco permeate the tense atmosphere between you.

His other hand stays, and slides down until your nipple is caught between his thumb and forefinger. A pinch of his fingers sends a ripple of pleasure-pain shuddering down to your core. You keen at the sting, the bliss.

"Gotta be quiet, love. Want them to come in, and see you like this? Bouncin' on your captain's cock like you're desperate for it? And you are, aren't you? So fuckin' greedy for it."

"Fuck, sir—"

His groan is filthy around the butt of the cigar when your cunt flutters at the notion. The idea of being watched while your aching cunt takes him to the base.

"What a slut you are," he teases, slurred and gruff, words thinning out around a pull of smoke. "Want them to see how pretty you look on top of me, eh?"

He bites down on the end of the cigar, his hand falling away to reach behind you. Your mouth opens—pleas, apologies on your tongue; but it's stifled by a loud whine when the flat of his palm slaps across the meat of your ass. The sharp crack of his hand hitting you sends a gyre of pleasure roiling through your core.

Your belly flutters; molten heat spumes at the sting. It's too much, it hurts, and—

You want more.

"Please—;" the word is choked, bitten off when he slides his hand up, fingers dancing between each knob of your spine. The other tugs on your nipple until your back arches for him.

"Come on, pretty thing." He purrs, eyes lidded and burning. A veil of smoke congeals in the air between you when he breathes out. "Like I'd let anyone see you like this. This—;" his teeth dig into the cigar, hips canting up into your pussy. "—is all mine, love."

You don't know how he expects you to last with his thumb brushing over your nipple, his cock battering the plug of your womb with each fervid grind of your hips. Each soft bounce sends you spiralling closer and closer to the edge, to that white-hot haze of euphoria that splits your head down the centre until all you can feel is the swell of his cock in your cunt; his full, heavy balls slapping against your ass each time you sit fully on him, taking him to the base where he's the thickest, where he throbs like a heartbeat. It's too much, too much—

He hums low in his chest. The noise ripples through your palms, desperately scrambling for purchase on his slick, broad chest. It should have been a warning, but you're too far gone, too blissed from the way his liquid sapphire gaze threatens to flay you alive; the wide arsenic white of his eyes boring into you, watching you fall apart at the seams with each plunge of him inside of your pussy. 

"Fuck—oh, fuck—captain—I'm… I'm gonna cum—"

Heat sears into your throat. Your tremulous words are cut in the middle when his hand slides up, palm pressed flat against your jugular. His thumb strokes your jaw gently, a dizzying contrast to the unyielding, solid grip he has on your neck. His thick, tobacco-stained fingers wrap taut around the delicate, fragile, curve of your throat, nearly spanning the entirety of it. If he wanted to, you think, a touch delirious, hysterical: he might be able to touch his index and thumb at the base of your skull.

Your inhale is shaky; a quivering gasp that edges on instability. You feel yourself being pulled deeper and deeper into those pits that sear into you.

A burning ache throbs inside of your belly; a coil pulling tighter and tighter with each press of your groins, his cock filling you deeper than you'd thought possible, the unruly auburn hair around the base of his cock grazing your clit. Your core tenses. Cunt spasming around him when he squeezes his hand, the air choked from your esophagus. 

"Look at you," he drawls, nearly slurring the words around the end of his cigar. He pulls in another mouthful of smoke, eyes gleaming aquamarine in the dim light. "Such a pretty fuckin' sight you make, don't you, love."

All you can see is liquid blue. A spark of ochre from the end of his cigar. Your vision fades, blurring around the edges. He's not choking you, just holding steady, firm, but it's everything: his voice, his touch, that stupid cigar wrapped around those lips—

"C—captain—"

"Go on, then." He settles back into the pillow, hand still wrapped around your throat. His eyes bore into yours; a whirlpool cuts through the sea—dark and dizzying. "I want this pretty little cunt to cum around my cock, mm." He rumbles. His hand flexes, shifts, until his thumb is pressed to the seam of your lips. His eyes darken. "And then when you're finished, I want you on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fill you up, nice and proper, yeah?"

All you can do is whimper his name, and try not to slip inside those frothing waters that threaten to drag you under. A swirling vortex of want; pleasure. You burn under his heavy gaze. Feel the heat of his cigar scorching your skin. 

“Oh,” he adds, blowing out a plume of white against your skin when you shudder on top of him, nails biting into his skin. Smoke rings curl around his words. His voice is hushed. Quiet. The lilt an unbreakable command. “Better not make me drop my cigar, love. Or there will be trouble.”

[clockmax]

POURING MY HEART OUT !

- AVATAR SEX DRABBLES

A/N: I’m a whore 😔🙏 anyways I wrote this while I was half asleep cause that’s when I’m the horniest for sone ungodly reason.

REQUEST INFORMATION

PAIRINGS: Jake sully, Tonowari, Miles quaritch x fem na’vi!reader

SYPNOSIS: after teasing and flashing them all day, they decide to take what’s theirs.

WARNINGS: daddy kink, mention of punishment, tail pulling(brief mention) face down ass up, brief mention of cowgirl, pet names, brief mention of bondage, dacryphilia(how the fuck do you spell this..),oral sex, p&v, spanking, power dynamic(in quaritchs part), mentions of punishment, uhh slight hair pulling, not proofread at all

- JAKE SULLY

He had you bouncing on his cock, enjoying the way you begged and pleaded for him to help.

“Daddy please- ‘m said I was sorry-“ you pleased, your hips moving along his cock; trying to get out any pleasure you could.

He lets out a small, but deep laugh. The way you beg and almost cry for him to fuck you, to claim you, it was enough for him to go mad.

“Sorry for what, babygirl?” Jake said, his voice low and husky, his mind fixated on the way you suck him in, the way your ass ripples with each bounce. The way your tail curled up around his waist.

“Said I was sorry for teasing you all day-“

Your sentence was suddenly cut off by a quick movement, face being pushed to the floor as Jakes hands held your waist.

“Atta’girl apologizin’ for her action, but just cause’ you say sorry doesn’t mean you still don’t get punished.”

You could feel him push himself past your folds again, too bruising your cervix. His pace was relentless, not backing down no matter how much you said you couldn’t take it. His hand hold your tail, other hand holding your waist.

“Hm? Where’d all that big girl talk to? Just needed a good dickin’ down?”

- MILES QUARITCH

Quaritch had you down on your knees, hands and ankles bonded by rope. The floor was cold. The temperature sent shivers down your spine.

Your jaw was aching, his coke bruising the back of your throat. Hands holding your head in place as he practically used your throat like a flashlight.

Tears swelled up in your eyes, lips swollen, jaw aching and going numb. You’ve been like this for hehe knows how long, the growing ache in your core growing more and more painful.

“Why you cryin’ down there? Cant handle the Consequences of your own actions, cupcake?” Quartich looked down at you, not with a single look of remorse.

His eyes were lustful, as if he had a kick out of this. Out of watching you being helpless and at the mercy of him. You had to take your punishment, your throat sore and bruised.

“I told you not to test me, you pushed your limits girl.” He practically hissed at you, his hips rutting himself deeper down to your throat.

“Stay like that, pretty. I’m gonna give you a nice reward for takin’ your punishment.”

The grip in your hair got tighter, your gag reflex too worn out to work. You kept looking up at him, ears flat on your head.

“Don’t think it’s over after your mouth, still gotta pound the rules into you.”

- TONOWARI

The feeling of his hand colliding with your ass was painful, but eventually mixing in with the pleasure you deprived from it. Slight tears forming at your eyes, ass becoming a bright shade of red.

“I’m sorry tonowari- didn’t mean to distract you from the hunt-“ you cried, feeling another spank come your way.

“You knew what you were doing, little one, now keep counting. See how it feels to be distracted while focused.”

You nodded, helplessly complying with his request. Your legs shaking, ass sore, body mixing in the pain and pleasure.

With each spank you counted, eventually just blurting out whatever number came to your head. You were too sore to remember what number you were on, or what tonowari had said to you.

Suddenly the spanking was stopped, suddenly being pushed to your back.

Tonowari hovered above you, pressing your legs up to your chest.

“Want you to tell me every detail of your wrongdoings, if you miss a detail, you know what happens.”

[klintoris]

Schlatt baby trapping reader ^_^

(Make schlatt the pregnant one -will @4n4tomy )

no.

“F-fuck” i stutter as schlatt puts me in a mating press, he so deep i can almost feel him in my stomach.

 “Goddammit toots’, pussy so good I'm gonna have to put a baby in it.” I whine at his words. “You'd like that, wouldn't you? Huh? You like the idea of you being swollen with my seed?”, “fuck, i cant, we cant schlatt” some how still coherent when hes pumping me full of his cock. “Awhh but you'd look so cute walking around with a belly full of my baby” teasing me as he speeds up his thrusts, his pubes hitting my clit just right. 

“Fuck im gonna cum so deep in you, shes taking me so good i cant-” he whimpers biting my shoulder, pushing my legs further into my chest.

 I feel so full from him I might consider letting him fill me, breeding me with his cum.

His thrusts became more erratic, hitting the special spot in my core.

 “Shit im so close” feeling his pubic bone grind against my clit even more at this deeper angle. 

“Only cum when I say so, want this tummy bulging with my cum..”, i mewl.

 “Fuck please we cant–” i was cut off by him pounding into my drooling hole, “you’ll fucking do what your told and take it, take it like a good fucking girl”. 

I stop breathing as it becomes too much, his thrusts become sloppy and deep as his hips stutter, “ok go ahead-” he says before i feel hot fluid deep in me, warming my insides.

I cum at just the feeling, moaning along with him as he slows down, foreheads against each other, sweaty. 

He pulls out his limp cock, his cum spilling out of my cunt.

“Fuck wait” i panic. 

“Sh sh sh, we’ll figure it out” he says before kissing my forehead and then watching his load leaking out of my hole..

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small but alriught!!!!!!! :3

[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthday Shana!!! I wish for a continuation of the Lady Mo story if you have any inspiration. Otherwise I would love any untamed promt!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36

"Are you hurt?" Sizhui asks anxiously, jumping off his sword to tun towards Lady Xuanyu.

"Nah," she says, wincing as she stresses. "Well, nothing important."

"You're bleeding!" Jingyi shouts at a really unnecessary pitch. He unsheathes his sword and points it at Song Lan. "What did you do?"

"Stop that," she scolds, knocking his sword down. "Go get Xiao Xingchen and the girl. He's probably really confused right now."

Song Lan's expression clears and he bows to her before flying off.

His father jerks as if to go after him and Lady Xuanyu calls out, "Leave him be! He's doing what I said."

Lan Wangji hesitates, but nods and finally descends to join them. He towers over Lady Xuanyu, looking down at her with a fierce glare that makes Sizhui cringe even though it's not directed towards him. "What happened?"

"Found Xiao Xingchen, found Xue Yang, Song Lan killed him," she says, not even so much as lowering her eyes. "Xue Yang, not Xiao Xingchen, obviously. Wasn't this guy supposed to be killed during the war or something? It was a little before my time, so to speak."

"Song Lan is unharmed and you are not," his father says, lifting a hand to press it against the sluggishly bleeding wound in her shoulder.

Lady Xuanyu hisses at the contact but doesn't pull away. "He's a more experienced cultivator. Give me a couple hours and they'll be all closed up."

It used to take days for Lady Xuanyu's golden core to heal anything more complicated than a paper cut. She's strengthened it to the point that what would have been weeks of healing is reduced to just a day.

"He should have protected you," Sizhui says stubbornly. He'd rather she didn't have to heal at all. "Why did you run off with him anyway?"

"Had a hunch and figured I'd be back before you noticed," she says. Jingyi sputters. "Also, I don't need him to protect me, geez. He's a more experienced cultivator, but I still am one. I've gotten more hurt in training."

It's true, but Sizhui doesn't like that either. To harm ones body without cause is against the rules. Perhaps it's not entirely without cause, considering her rapid growth, but none of their teachers had ever beat them as badly as she demands the disciples beat her, and their cores had all turned out fine.

"What hunch did you have?" his father asks.

She winces and says, "Oh, you know, womanly intuition."

It's a lie and not even a very good one.

Lan Wangji's eyes narrow but they're interrupted by Song Lan returning with two people balanced precariously on his sword. Sizhui assumes the other man clad all in white must be Xiao Xingchen but doesn't know who the blind girl that looks to be about his age is.

"Xuanyu!" the girl calls out joyously, causing him to reevaluate his assessment of blind. She's being awfully familiar with his step mother. The girl leaps from the sword before it's fully on the ground and goes running towards them, shoulder pass Lan Wangji to body slam into Lady Xuanyu. "You're still alive, right? You said you would be!"

Lady Xuanyu laughs, closing her arms around the girl's shoulders. Her shoulder is bleeding again now that his father isn't keeping pressure on it. Cant the girl see that she's injured? "Yes, yes, I'm still alive. Excellent work keeping Xiao Xingchen out of the fray, A-Qing. I knew I could depend on you."

The girl - A-Qing, apparently - glows under the praise, beaming up at Lady Xuanyu, still with her arms around her waist.

What's her problem anyway?

[kaisturni]

have me (let me pt. 2) | m. sturniolo

→ matt x fem!reader

→ plot; you’ve been on your own for a while, not needing or wanting the company of anyone. what happens when you meet a guy late night on the beach, and everything about him draws you in?

→ includes; making out, smut with plot, fem!oral, orgasm

→ a/n; IM SO HAPPY TO BE BACK! i missed you guys ;). anyway i got horny writing this. as always, hope you love it as much as i do! ps everyone say thank you anon!

NOT PROOFREAD!

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“want t… want to go to the back?”

i can feel my ears ringing at his words. my mouth is agape, gaze bouncing between his eyes and then ultimately landing on his lips.

that’s enough for me to nod vigorously at his suggestion, and we’re both scrambling to make our way to the smooth black leather that covers his back seats.

my knees are to my chest, watching him close the door of the back seat, matt’s gaze not leaving mine.

maybe this is a bad idea.

i shouldn’t be doing this.

i shouldn’t be in the backseat of his car.

my racing thoughts are cut off by the sound of matt’s voice filling the empty space between us,

“y/n… are you okay?”

i feel embarrassed, just how i did when he first caught me staring at the beach. but i cant help it, none of this moment feels real and i keep having to remind myself that it is. my cheeks feel hot. my body feels odd.

i want his touch.

“completely fine” i manage to make out, “come here,”

he gives me a crooked smile, our bodies moving in synch, i’m sliding beneath him, my nearly bare back against his cool leather seats, and he’s crawling on top of me.

i swallow at the feeling of my heart beating out of my chest, matt’s eyes piercing into mine, head dipping down to meet mine like a magnet.

his lips are just as soft as they were on the beach; but this kiss feels different.

it feels hungry, lustful, like he’s ready to pounce and devour me at any moment.

almost instinctively, my hands find a home in his hair, and the light moan that comes from his mouth as soon as i do is enough to drive me even crazier.

matt’s hands wander, grazing over my skin so delicately in comparison to how is mouth is on mine.

it takes me by surprise; his soft touch turns rough when he squeezes my breast, and i gasp against his mouth at the feeling.

he plunges his tongue into my mouth, and i don’t stop him. with the way he kisses me, it’s hard to ignore the unmistakable burning sensation in my core, and i fully aware i’m growing wetter by the second.

what is almost hard to notice, is the string of my bikini bottom being slowly tugged undone.

matt pulls back from me abruptly, a small trail of salvia connecting our mouths for a moment.

he looks like a god; lips puffy and slick from kissing me, parted and panting, hair just about covering his eyes, and half naked in front of me.

his head comes back down to my level, but not to meet my face again. instead he’s leaving gentle kisses and nipping at the inside of my thighs, and i bring no hesitation to spread my legs further for him.

“can i?” he asks, his hand playing with the other side of my bikini, still tied; not for long though.

“god— please”

matt’s face curves into a smile for just a moment, before resuming the task of sliding off my unlaced covering.

it takes seconds for me to become hyper aware of how naked i am in front of him, his eyes not leaving my pussy.

a shaky breath escapes my lips, and i try to close my legs, but matt is quick to spread and push them up to my chest.

“hm” he lets out, with a shake of his head.

i close my eyes in anticipation, unable to control the guttural moan that comes from my mouth at the feeling of him softy sucking on my clit.

i’m latching my hand on to the head of the passenger seat, feeling like my knuckles are about to split from how hard i’m gripping it.

matt’s pace doesn’t slow down, it only speeds up, humming against my pussy every time his actions are rewarded with a moan or whine.

i wonder how he’s so good.

almost too good.

how many women has he been with before? am i just another number? another hookup? is he someone that’s just going to walk away so easily?

my thoughts are again interrupted when i feel two fingers enter me; my breathing increasing as he pumps his fingers in and out, wet noises filling the hot air in the small space we occupy.

the knots in my stomach start to twist and form, an orgasm soon to follow,

no one has ever made me cum before.

“matt— mm, s-slow down, gonna cu-“

“no,” he huffs out, head still hung near my pussy, eyes low and drunk with lust,

“i want you to cum on my fingers,”

i nod vigorously, who am i to deny that?

the speed and curl of his fingers doesn’t waver, my head becoming fuzzy when i feel my release.

he keeps going through my high, and only stops when my moans become light pants.

i sit up to look at matt; his fingers are coated in my own juices, glistening in the moonlight that creeps into the windows.

“how was that?” he asks, and i let out a light laugh at his question, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy to need reassurance for his skills.

“amazing, like— wow,” i run a hand through my head, removing the hair that has been sticking to my forehead.

matt’s eyes are closed as he’s catching his own breath, a pang of guilt stinging my chest for a second when i look down and see his bulge pressing into his shorts.

gaining confidence knowing i caused his little situation just from pleasuring me, i should really return the favor.

“you know…” i start, sitting up, moving tuck my legs under me,

“i wanna make you feel good too, matt”

with that sentence, his eyes shoot open.

his breath hitches, lips parting when his gaze flickers down to my chest, words about to leave his mouth before we’re both startled by a buzzing ringtone coming from the front seats.

i for sure know not a soul is calling me, but for him i can’t stay the same.

“shit,” he curses, grabbing his phone that’s face down on the dashboard.

i do my best to be subtle about who’s calling him at this hour, and i see a contact picture of him and and identical guy next to him,

chris. must be one of his brothers.

he mumbles a fear swears before answering the phone,

“hello…? yeah, i was just at the beach… i was on my way home actually… yeah… i’ll be there soon… bye.”

the conversation is over as quickly as it started, and a frown grows on his face when he sets his phone down to look at me,

“do you have to go?”

it almost comes out shaky— i don’t want to leave this, leave him, be alone at my place without another warm body in my company.

again.

“yeah, chris and my other brother nick are tripping about where i am. how close do you live from here?”

i sigh, but quickly compose my frown with a smile.

“about 5 minutes, it’s a quick drive”

“perfect, i’ll uh… get in the front while you change”

his eyes run down my body a final time before just barely opening the car door, leaving space for him to exit but not completely expose me to the outside; as if anyone is around.

i swallow heavily, quickly tying up my bikini back onto my body while matt is in the front, the gentle purr of the engine starts as his fingers move quickly to text, i assume chris.

this is probably the best moment to put at least minimal clothes on, and i grab my shorts from the floor of the back seat, sliding them on right before i crawl back into the passenger side.

silence.

i hate this. the air feels almost awkward while matt puts his car in reverse, making our exit into the quiet streets.

oh god. was this a mistake? does he regret what we did? is he having some kind of after sex clarity? no. we didn’t even have sex.

couldn’t get that far.

୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ˚୨୧

“you can turn left up here then right, and it’s that apartment complex right there” i point out, and he says nothing but delivers me a nod instead.

quickly enough, we’re at the front of my complex, and i silently grab my things, ready to open the door and bid this man of the night goodbye, when his voice finally sounds,

“can i walk you up?”

the blank expression on my face changes, and i can feel my lips curve into a smile,

“i’d like that, thank you”

“no problem,” he says, smiling as he takes my things from my hands, leaving just my keys in my lap.

i really dont want this to be over.

whether it’s a blessing or a curse, i only live on the second floor. my keys jingle in the lock of my front door before clicking open, and i see matt peek inside my apartment when i swing the door open.

“thank you, matt. this was- this was great.” i say, taking my things from him, resisting the urge to throw them aimlessly in the hallway of my home.

“it was great, and you know what?”

“you wish you could come inside?”

i wasn’t expecting to say it. i definitely was thinking it, but wasn’t sure if i was going to let that thought out.

i’ve been bold and unlike myself enough times tonight, so what’s one more thing added to the list?

i’m feeling spontaneous.

he lets out a laugh, slightly throwing his head back before looking at me and reaching a hand up to caress my face.

“that- for sure that- but, what i was going to say was, made out on the beach, you were naked in my car, i ate you out, and i don’t even have your number yet.”

my core begins to heat up again as he recounts the night, the pleasure i had experienced being absolutely unreal.

“well then you should have it, and then maybe you can come inside”

his smile grows bigger and bigger,

“hopefully that maybe turns into a ‘you should’, but put your number in my contacts,”

this time, i don’t really give a fuck about where my stuff goes at this point, i whip around and toss it, grabbing matt’s phone that he hands to me, a low laugh coming out of him,

i put in my contact, and hand it back to him,

“text me when you get home?”

“of course i will,”

his hand comes back to my face almost instinctively, and his other hand reaches to intertwine with mine.

i don’t want to wait for him to do it, so i do the honors of pressing my lips to his.

the kiss is soft and sweet, neither of us pulling apart.

remembering he has somewhere to be, i break it, but keeping my face close to his.

“i’ll see you soon, y/n”

“yes you will,”

and with that, he kisses the top of my head, starting to back away, letting our other hands stay linked until the very last moment, where he gives me a wave with the hand that just escaped mine.

i wave back, the linger of his touch still burning on my hand where it last was.

god i hope i see him again.

whenever that may be.

always with love, kaia <3

[witchlaughwoo]

paring; yeosang x fem!reader

warnings: yeo is a vampire but it isn’t stated, rough sex, biting, coming inside (don’t do it) minors dni!!!

a/n: hello!! i haven’t written anything in a long so i know this is rusty, rushed and all over the place so pls ignore 😭😭

there’s something off about your best friend.

it never was this way, not really. He used to be bright, his dark brown eyes so full of life whenever he talked about something he liked, the way he pouts whenever he got teased but didn’t try to defend himself. once dressed in bright sweaters now black skinny jeans and leather jackets.

you couldn’t help but think he looks good. too good.

what you didn’t expect is the position you’re in. you’re paid on your back, your shirt bunched up to the neck with your breast on display for the man above you. one his large hands had both of your wrists pinned above your head as the other held your jaw. with your cheek pressed against the pillow you felt yeosang’s lips make their path down your forehead, to your jaw until they stopped at your neck.

yeah this is definitely not your best friend.

“you smell so good,” yeosang groaned against your flesh, his teeth nibbling at a spot he found you the most responsive. “it’s so hard to control myself around you.”

“what-“ you moaned, your words being cut off as the man above you laid an opened mouth kiss to your neck, most likely leaving a mark. “what do you…”

the hand that was holding your jaw moved so now it’s on your left breast, giving it a harsh squeeze. you bit your lip to contain a loud squeak. yeosang paid your question so mind as he settled between your legs to slowly grind against your clothed wet core. the feeling of the rough material running against you and his lips on your neck makes you even more aroused.

“i have to have you now.” you didn’t realize he spoke until you felt a hand remove from your breast to your panties, sliding the fabric to the side. He quickly freed himself from his jeans and entered you in one thrust.

You moaned loudly, wanted to dig your hands into his shoulders but yeosang still has them pinned. How is he so strong?

Theres nothing gentle about this. He didnt give you any time to adjust to his large size. He slammed his hips against yours, surely to leave bruises. The pain of the sudden stretch quickly turned into pleasure, your legs wrapped around his hips as you take everything hes giving you.

Yeosang moves his head from your neck to put his forehead against his. The look in his eyes is something you cant explain. Hunger? Lust? Obsession?

Did i see red?

“You feel so good around my cock, baby,” he growled, biting his lip. “This pussy is so wet- fuck- and so tight. It’s like it was made for me.”

“Please…” You sound so pathetic. What are you begging for? For him to stop? To keep going? Youre not so sure. It just feels so good. “Yeosang…”

A smirk appeared on his face as he inched down so his lips are barely touching yours. “What is it, my love?” he says cunningly. “Am i making you feel good?”

You couldn't speak, all you could do is nod. he’s making you feel so good, the best you’ve ever felt. you clench around him and you swore a roar came from his throat. his cock fills you up in just the right places and you can feel your orgasm coming quickly.

“that’s it baby,” he grunts. speeding up his thrusts. “i can feel you. cum on my cock. i know you want to.”

as if it’s on command, you came with a moan of his name. not too long after, he came inside you, filling you up to the brim.

the last thing you heard was a small “i’m sorry” before something pierce the side of your neck and everything went black.

[azurlily]

Caitlyn with a shy s/o sfw and nsfw please✊🏻

I got chu! (To all pls dont repost or reblog without crediting me)

Caitlyn Kiramman with shy S/O

Caitlyn absolutely adores you. You too first met at a party her parents were holding. She saw how pink your face was and how you were hiding in the corner.

When she worked up the courage to talk to you, you to she immediately noticed how quiet you were.

Over time she tried coaxing you out of your shell. Finally when she asked you out she decided to take it upon herself to be your own little protector.

She's so sweet, she loves taking you to secluded places. She knows you dont like being around a lot of people and she always takes that into accounts when taking you places.

You want to go somewhere but it's too crowded? No problem! She'll use her parents money and her enforcer stance to clear the place.

If you like books she'll read them to you.

When out and about she'll have a tight grip on your hand. It's her way of reminding you you're hers and that you dont need to feel shy when she's around.

Not very touchy, but along with holding your hand she'll hold you closer or wrap her arm around you to soothe you.

She understands what it's like to not like being around people so she coddles you a bit more than she would if you weren't so shy.

She'll set dates up so their secluded and have little to no one(that isn't supposed to be there) around.

Loves how pull her a bit closer when you're feeling particularly shy. It secretly drives her crazy to have you pressed up against her like that.

She definitely spoils you! I'm sorry but this woman will buy you whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want it.

She is such a fucking sugar mommy. Dont remind her though, she gets all red in the face and cant look you in the eyes.

Will watch you when she thinks you aren't looking. She smiles knowing you're hers. It makes butterflies fly in her stomach.

I cannot explain how much this woman adores how your face changes when you're somewhere you want to be. She takes you to a special restaurant, cleared of everyone but a couple staff members to serve you.

A small smile forms on your face, you're happy she thought of you like this.

Caitlyn fucking melts. My lord, the things she's going to do to you later...

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Pleasure dom. I'm sorry but this woman will have you begging for more. When she gives you more, though... you regret asking.

She knows you're shy and uses that. She like to put you in embarrassing positions and scenarios.

She loves the idea that your heavy breathing, pink face, and wet core are all for her. She loves to remind you of your place.

She'll fuck you in front of a mirror and let you beg her.

She makes you keep your eyes open as she does it. She loves the way your eyes water and you look like you're in pain, but she knows better.

She overstimulates you without a doubt. She loves you begging for her to stop while she sits in her chair and watching you writhe on the bed.

You nee her to stop? Too damn bad. If you weren't so cute she wouldn't be doing these things.

On days where you need her to be soft and gentle shes a completely different person.

She leaves small hickeys while eating you. God does she love to eat you out. She finds your squeaks adorable.

She lays you down and spreads you out, she's so sweet with you. She can't help it, she hears you whimper while her tongue is between your folds.

She reminds herself that she needs to be gentle. She cant slut you out tonight. She isn't allowed to break you, not tonight at least.

She loves it when you squirt. I'm sorry but this woman is absolutely disgusting in the sheets. She loves you squirting because it tells her she fucked you that damn good.

"Oh, princess! I didn't know you had it in you! I'm so proud, now open your thighs up. I'm not done making your pussy mine."

And she'll say all of it with a smile on her fucking face.

[weedburglar]

Missed you

Summary: You finally see Remer after months of him being away

Doug Remer x gn!afab!Reader

NSFW MDNI

Second person (you/your/yours)

Kinktober days 1-5

Warnings: p in v sex, Dirty talk, against the wall, orgasm control, stockings, praise kink

Note: ART MADE BY @syliewylie HEHE !!!!!

It has been a few months since Remer had been home. Him, Coop and Squeak have been out for the game season and it’s been lonely with just you home, though Jenna did stop by sometimes so you didn’t feel so lonely. Today Remer and the boys come home from their winning game, and the whole time Remer had been texting you nasty things. Some of his texts would say

"I've missed u so much baby, i cant wait to fuck you raw."

"I've been so lonely, my hand can only do so much."

"Just thinking about u is already making me hard…okay coop's looking at me weird…gtg."

His dirty words just added fuel to the fire, even if it was just over text. You were sitting on the bed, squeezing your thigh's together to get some sort of relief, your underwear damp from your slick. Only 30 more minutes until Remer would be home, and it was killing you. You thought for a moment before looking down at your clothes, dressed in one of Remer’s shirts and he boxers. You decided to try and look your best, gettting together a cute, black lingerie set and some matching leggings. You thought you could use a quick shower, so you grabbed a towel and hurried to the bathroom. You hurriedly (and carefully) shaved your body of hair except your pubes, remer actually liked that, so you kept it. Once you got out of the shower, you blow dried your hair and started to get ready. You styled your hair even though it would get messy and frizzy anyways, then finally put on the cute lingerie that you bought while remer was away. You also put on a pair of black stockings that came with the set, pulling them up to your mid thigh. After a while, Remer and the boys came home.

Remer came into the room and you pulled him into a hug "Hey baby! I missed you!" Remer smiled and wrappped his arms around your waist "Hey sweetheart! I missed you too." He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your sent deeply. He mumbled against your skin "Did you take a show—" he lifted his head up and cut his sentence short as he looked at your dressed form "Fuck, you did all of this for me?" He chuckled softly, his hands running up and down your sides, then settling on your ass. "I just missed you and thought I should surprise you." You smiled and blushed as remer grinned "You look so hot—uh pretty—sexy—fuck." You couldn't help but chuckle as remer stumbled over his words, reaching up to cup his cheeks and kissing Remer’s nose "You’re so adorable." The curly haired man chuckled softly, gently squeeezing your ass "c'mon…" Your boyfriend gently brought you against the wall and gave your lips a a soft kiss. You returned it and wrapped your arms around remers neck, pulling him flush against your body.

Remer deepened the kiss and swiped his tongue across our bottom lip, asking for entrance. You gladly opened your mouth, letting your tongues mingle and dance together. He pressed your back against the wall and slowly brought one of his hands down to your thigh, lifting it up and holding it at his hip, letting your core feel how hard he already was. You gasped softly and rested your hips against your boyfriends, both of you softy moaning into each others mouths. Remer gently and slowly grinded against your hips, both of you softly whimpering "God, i need you so bad…" remer mumbled against your lips, bringing his hands and unclasping your top and letting it fall to the floor. He leaned down and started to play with one of your nipples with his teeth and tongue while his hand pinched and rolled with the other.

You moaned softly and arched your back into remers mouth and hand, your wetness soaking through your panties. You could feel how hard remer was, both of you have been waiting weeks for this. Remer quickly took off his jersey, undershirt and shorts. He made quick work to take off your underwear and his own. The tall man quickly turned you around so your back was facing him. He teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, making you squirm in anticipation. Remer bent you down slightly and leaned into your ear, whispering "I've been waiting for this forever." He started to slowly slide into you, letting you adjust to his length. You both whimpered softly as you felt each others sex around one another. The curly haired man started to slowly slide in ad out of you, with remer letting out a soft, pathetic whimper. Remer started to go faster as you both started to pant heavily, both of you already embarrassingly close to the edge. You whined "God, Remer, such a good boy for me…" Remer whined at the praise and started to go faster, but then quickly stopped. The suddenness made you gasp slightly "W—why did you stop?" He chuckled softly "Trust me babe, I want to cum just as much as you do, but I want this to last a little longer." He started to slowly move again "God you feel so fucking good…my good little thing aren't you? Did all of this just for me…" you nodded ad whimpered "Anything for you…please, I wanna cum…" remer softly chuckled "Not yet…just a little bit longer..you think you can do that for me?" You let out a shaky breath and nodded "Good…very good baby."

Remer kept up the slow pace as you tried to hold back your orgasm. Then, without warning, he started to slam into you. You moaned loudly, with your boyfriend reaching down and rubbing your clit in time with his thrust. You couldn't hold back anymore as your orgasm crashed over you, your back arching as your walls clamped around remers cock. Remer let out a pathetic whine before filling you up with his seed. He started to slow down, eventually coming to a stop as you both parted heavily. He gently slid out of you and turned you back around "Thank you so much for that, babe." You smiled and chuckled softly "You’re welcome." You both slowly walked over to the bed and laid down, cuddling up next to each other. Remer ran his fingers through your hair and mumbled "You’re so beautiful." You blushed and smiled, burying your face into the crook of his neck and kissing it softly "Maybe we'll have time for another round?" You chuckled and slapped his arm playfully "ouch! Okay sorry!"

[vulturereyy]

Outer wilds nation I hit a certain point last night and the Nomai brainrot has kicked in. Please no spoilers still even if I'll get my lore wrong here, but everyone say hello to Fig :)

Copy pasting my discord ramblings under the cut. Outer Wilds spoilers are a given.

because i cant not project on characters: what if Fig is dyscalculic/dyslexic imagine being in such a writing and precise numbers based society but everything blends together for you

I think she may have been among the first generation born on ember twin. Like her poor parents were already pretty much ready to have her when they had to hop in the escape pods and such, so she was born very shortly after the crash by a few months. And i say that this is important because i think the nomai would have been a very accessible race imo, Solanum didn't even think twice about offering alternate communication methods. But the fact that Fig was born while they were rebuilding their society meant that she likely didn't have the same resources at the time/there were a lot of other stressors to focus on Perhaps Fig is even partially the reason why alternate communication methods sort of come around, at least in the society on ember twin, though that's headcanon territory

Anyway, she grew up not really doing… the best. No one could understand why she wasn't grasping very basic reading and numbers milestones, she was getting angry and feeling stupid because she wasn't getting them, it was a whole thing. She could speak into logs and record them, but when it came to reading them back, she struggled even with her own words. (for a while she was able to practice and memorize what she was going to say, but they learned that's what she was doing when they secretly swapped out the log and she confidently recited her own words instead)

And she kind of slipped through the cracks with the whole 'literally needing to rebuild our society' thing. By the time the high energy lab was starting up, she was an embittered teen, and kind of relegated to the black sheep of the clan. Not quite outcast, but it was very clear to her how different she was to everyone else. She fetched water, she tended crops, she swept out sand, but no one ever invited her to the forums or the lectures or the scientific meetups that are so pivitol to their culture.

Maybe Hickory, one of the older scientists at the new lab, was a friend to Fig's parents. And they kind of begged her to take Fig in, even if it just meant having her sweep the floors free of sand, because it would give her something to do that wasn't putting cactus spikes on people's seats.

And so Hickory did. And Fig was Very Mad about her new job. She hated science. She hated numbers. Why is she in a lab. Is this some kind of a joke? Putting the one Nomai that can't do research on shit in the lab as a cleaner. fuck off about that

But then Fig got to see Hickory testing out the new warp cores. And feel the miniature black hole's gravity tug at her and make her fur stand on end even as she was across the room. She watched Hickory take her notes. She watched her toss something into it, take more notes. The entire lab is thrumming with the force of the power needed for this experiment. Hickory looks over her shoulder. She's noticed the sound of sweeping has stopped. Fig tries to scowl and go back to doing her job as if she never stopped, but then Hickory says, "We only have a few more minutes before I have to return the power to the city. Would you like to see before I do?"

And Fig can't help herself. She tries to play it off but yes she really wants to see. She clip clops herself over to Hickory cautiously and peers into the testing chamber. The Black Hole is like a void, staring back into her. She doesn't know what to feel about it. It's the gravity that makes her shiver, she thinks. Hickory is trying very hard not to smile as she calmly explains what she's testing. The lab is supposed to be getting a white hole core soon, she explains. The black hole connects to the white, an input and an output. She's trying to see if she can still get readings off of the sensors she's sending into the miniature black hole while it does't have an endpoint yet.

Fig asks if Hickory thinks that when they open up the white hole from the core, everything Hickory threw in is gonna come spewing out at once, like a backed up pipe. Hickory's brows go up. She looks back to the black hole, considering, and writes something down. She tells Fig she thinks that's an excellent question.

Fig throws her broom into the black hole. Hickory doesn't stop her. More importantly, she doesn't scold her.

Because she just confirmed this ragamuffin little nomai still has her spark of curiosity :) She lets Fig be the one to reroute the power back to the city. It's just a simple crystal ball switch, but it feels very powerful to do.

Hickory becomes the one to give Fig the patience and culturally unorthodox teaching that she needs. It's a combination of Hickory's personality, but also the fact that the clan is settled now -- they are now out of survival mode and imminent death, and able to… relax, mentally, a lot more. And Hickory, through a few arguments that eventually turn more into very vulnerable conversations, finally learns that Fig struggles with their script and the numbers and letters all jumble together.

She carves stones together, and pictures, and symbols at first, so they make their own 'script' together that is pictography in nature. Fig starts taking her notes in it.

Eventually this would evolve into her own form of script, but there were a lot of baby steps involved before that point. And Fig, instead of being just the lab cleaner, very readily becomes Hickory's star apprentice on black hole theory and warp technology. She hopes one day she can even be a shuttle pilot, or operate the white hole station herself i think it would be neat if in game on ember twin you'd find those pictograph scripts and the translator can't pick them up. but then in the high energy lab in a side room that's more like a study you could find a notice from hickory on fig's picto-script, and the key for deciphering it (and also a notice, purposefully written close together so fig won't parse it, saying that if anyone has a problem with fig's script they can take it up with hickory personally) (a little thread underneath this from someone else suggests that their questions on its scientific integrity was met with the most scathing dressing down theyve ever had in their life)

So from then on you are able to translate her scripts and find her little notes everywhere :) she may even 'help' lead you to shortcuts, because she explored alot of ember twin in her youth when she wasn't doing anything else, so she went back and marked all her hidey holes and shortcuts Design wise, she has a black and white hole tattood on the back of her hands. One, because she thinks they are fucking cool, and two because it helps her distinguish her right from her left

[womendeservehumanity]

I am so tired of this white savior virtue signaling breed of white women. It’s always so disingenuous to me

Because for someone who is oh so critical of white supremacy and the way whites are complicit in it surely you talk about white men and how they have always been at the head of it. Using the power that the patriarchy gives them to further oppress and subjugate bipoc? Oh no? You can have one dedicated to condemning circumcision, but not that? Interesting

This is gonna be a long one so gonna cut this off for anyone who doesn’t care

Let me just say. I am all for white women being criticized for the way they collectively are complacent in and often times participate in white supremacy. But there’s this reoccurring theme I’m seeing where this only applies to white women. As if only they have unique ways of interacting with racism and white supremacy. Completely absolving white men any of that individual accountability. As if their racism always speaks for white PEOPLE and is never dependent on their gender. So there’s no need to make a distinction. And this woman is one of the main culprits of this type of subconscious mindset. I’ve seen her a handful of times on my fyp and you can tell she thinks she’s “one of the good white women” who can tell it how it is. But her takes are half baked and lukewarm at best.

This is one of her most dogshit takes my lord. First off, the constant coddling of men of color as if they’re incapable of oppressing and harming women (yes that includes white women 😢). But the real kicker is her saying that this woman, whether you think her fears are misplaced or not, has a kink. That she gets sexual excitement from the idea of her and her child being kidnapped, raped, and trafficked. Do you hear yourself? Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? This sounds like something I’d only see a conservative man saying because errrr women have rape fantasies so why do you guys act like you’re scared of rape? Is this the lengths of pandering you’re willing to go to just for men of color to still not respect you?

And yes I’m calling her a panderer. And saying she’s virtue signaling. What else could explain cringe shit like this? For some reason tumblr’s not letting me paste the link but I kid you not, it’s literally just this lady sitting in silence while Liam Neeson’s monologue from taken plays in the background. She’s dead serious too 😭 she props herself up as this “chosen one” amongst white women. The one who actually gets it. Meanwhile white men are leaning more and more towards the far right yet I’m supposed to believe white women are our biggest concerns?

And this is what I mean when it’s like her takes are lukewarm and half baked. Because in a general sense she’s right. But before I say how I partially agree but in the end think it’s a shit take, is there a better testament of her political illiteracy than her saying white women have “internalized racism” 😭 WHY DO SO MANY PEOPLE NOT KNOW WHAT INTERNALIZED MEANS. YOU CANT INTERNALIZE SOMETHING YOU DONT FACE STOP USING BUZZWORDS. I’ve seen people say that men have internalized misogyny. Just talking to talk.

But anyways, all that aside, racism and white supremacy was a core value in the founding of the United States. And it is so heavily ingrained in our history and society. So yes every white woman (and men hello?) no matter how educated and progressive has some sort of subconscious racism and racial biases. But of course this has to come down to how this affects men of color. Her perpetual victims. She hardly ever mentions women of color mind you. And I think women have every right to fear men. And that includes men of color. And yes I’m aware there are MANY white women who have absolutely no problem with white men and are only scared of men of color because of the fact that they’re poc. But the idea that women fearing their oppressors (even the ones who are marginalized as well) is bad is fucking bullshit.

Because men of color oppress women. They harm women. They hate women. With the same fervor as white men. And yet white women have to coddle the feelings of men of color over their own safety because you wanna be a white savior? Hell it doesn’t even only apply to white women. I remember seeing a video of this black man recording himself running at this Asian woman as a “joke” and the poor woman was absolutely terrified. It’s an especially terrifying situation considering she was alone at night. And there were thousands of comments calling her racist (I think the man in the video may have as well I don’t remember) women are expected to forfeit our safety because well actually that man might not be bad and you’re hurting his feelings by being cautious.

And honestly, as a black woman, some of the worst misogyny and violence towards women I’ve seen has been at the hands of black men. Because men of color always operate on their maleness being first. And you can see that by the way they treat women in their communities. They fight against the oppression that directly affects them just to uphold and participate in the oppression of women and uphold the patriarchy. The amount of black men I’ve seen shame black women for not wanting to be submissive and traditional is insane. All while advocating for the liberation of black people from the system of white supremacy. So many men of color hold such conservative values expect when it would negatively affect them. They want to live in a world where they’re essentially white men. Where they can be free and equal but women (including their female counterparts) remain below them.

I am just so tired of this type of rhetoric because it always feels just one take closer to “we should bring back female hysteria as a medical diagnosis because these ladies are out of control”. And it all just reeks of americentrism because I guess you can’t paint men of color as these 100% victims of the big bad white woman in their homogenous countries. Also because they just don’t care

[coldcrypt]

I'm marco, 26yo cis guy from UK. I got into weight loss because I wanted motivation to stop drinking around april 2022, and ended up bingeing and purging on avg 3 times a week for abt 6 months. I relapsed back into daily drinking (litre+ of vodka a day) and detoxed in hospital at the start of the year, but have been finding it really difficult to stop and stay stopped, so I'm back here. I've nearly died so many times recently from drinking and I just keep gaining/getting more and more swelling &bloating. If any alcoholics/bulimics have advice for someone who cant stop shovelling it in to get a sustainable deficit, I'd appreciate it a lot. My goal is to be safe about it, but I'm open to anything that works.

I'm experimenting with different methods of weight loss, sometimes fasting, sometimes rezzing, but am very inconsistent. I binge v often. This is not so much an accountability blog, more like recording what I've learnt and just venting. My bmi starting around may20th was 22 ish, was 5th june 20, 4th oct 22.5,and now 20.5 jan27th. Have to get it back to 20, but goal would be 18 with low body fat %. My main goal is to stop drinking and get healthier (thinner).

To do list:

get compression sleeves for running

Things that worked:

going to meetings make it much easier to abstain and think abt other things than food -> much easier rezzing

being distracted by things unrelated to food

having good food options for rezzing prepped, like boiled eggs, or having a solid stock of staples like steak, yoghurt, fruit and veg

not buying food that I will binge on, if I buy it, even if its not for me, I will eat it and get fat

taking longer routes/walking instead of getting train (energy, weather and mood permitting)

peppermint tea

keep it in the day. One day at a time really works, it just takes practise to get into mentally

supporting blood sugar throughout the day, especially if going out/socialising/towards the end of the day (when alc cravings pick up). This is best done with small amounts of carbs following a rly high protein 1st meal

Things that I was doing before but that didn't work out well:

taking K supplements (just eat s. potato for carb allowance, is filling too and has loads of K, stops palpitations when intermittent fasting)

pho, miso or gochujang as soup bases. They are too salty and lead to painful sluggish bloat.

Oyster sauce is not worth the cals

Diet sodas. Caffeine dependence builds really quickly and teeth need help

olive oil for sautéing vegetables. Pointless cals. Fats can come from lean meats like beef steak, eggs and occasional avo as well as omega3 supplements

fasting. At 18 hours I feel like I'm goin mental and at 22+ the palpitations make it uncomfortable to move around or do anything at all

strength training (esp core) at home without equipment. Dont enjoy it at all, not motivated at all

watching hours and hours a day of ED documentaries, scrolling ED tumblr, and watching hours of foodtube every day. Obsession -> binges

hard avoiding carbs. Leads to massive brain rot and feeling morbid. Can't do anything. Inevitable binges, usually alcohol, or 4000 cal of food.

sushi is not really worth it. White sushi rice is too sugary. Its usually a carb craving in disguise, or something to get on the go and is expensive.

weighing every morning just lead to trying to use caffeine as lax and more chaos on energy levels, or obsessing and not being distracted.

Press ups make my joints click a lot. Planking is really boring and doesnt feel rewarding.

Using sex for stim instead of food and cooking

Curious about:

feta, olives and cherry tomatoes for satiety.

Broccoli and mushrooms (annoying to prep or dont taste nice when boiled)

chicken sausages for cheap lean protein (think they can be a binge trigger or lead to mental scarcity feelings but not sure if worth)

ways to make cottage cheese not taste shit (cocoa powder is not cutting it)

cardio > strength training maybe. Runner's high > nothing from strength training (that I ever felt anyway).

Finding a way to enjoy strength training

yoga and stretching for stim

skipping breakfast has really mixed vibes. Can feel completely awful, but can also make rezzing much easier. Can also lead to binges in the evening (because there's unspent cals in the budget). Probably best to stick to eating breakfast but keeping it high protein and not eating right away when waking up.

Experiment with meds timings.

minced turkey or discount fish for lean protein variety

ways to make eating salad not miserable, cos it does work rly well for getting a deficit. (Maybe herbs and lemon and chickpeas? Make in bulk? Quinoa? Binge risk)

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New plan from 4th Oct '23 can't be strict bc cant track exercise cals without a phone for looking at time spent walking and running so will need to do a gross-in instead of net- in quick basic (aspirational) plan:

1000 cal deficit/day for the next month -> 1500 gross in/day allowance

NO: baked beans, bone broth, oil, paté, pasta, alcohol, caffeine, quiche, cheese, instant snack food, pesto, chorizo, hummus, meal deal foods reason: too sugary or fatty for their worth in flavour. Cause binges every time when rezzing. Not filling enough. Caffeine leads to crashes and the pickmeup is usually food.

LESS: bread, onion, ketchup reason: can be useful carbs in a pinch, less likely to cause binges than above (because they are only accompanied with protein). Onion and ketchup help with mental scarcity and support good vibes

MORE: fruit, veg soup, sweet potato, tuna, s. noodles, fruit juice, avocado, egg, steak, quorn, butternut squash reason: sugar cravings need to be comboed with fibre addition, or fruit juice could be useful diluted for emergency alc cravings. Everything else is lean protein and should be frontloaded in the day. Sweet potato is there for potassium and low glycaemic index carbs. Avo and s. noodles are contentious bc of price and fat/nutritional value reasons

ALTERNATIVES TO EATING: gaming, reading, weighing, cleaning, brushing teeth, counting cals, weights, stretching, running, walking, meetings. mostly overeat because of boredom and to break monotony in free time or to stim. These are alternatives that work and also make rezzing easier in other ways.

[pikawarrior]

Welcome back to reaper talks bitches, i just finished my first playthrough of Shadows Over Loathing and have already started on my second and

Oh.

My.

Gods.

I fucking love this game. I mean its made by the people who made of my favorite games ever, West of Loathing so yeah im gonna enjoy it.

But this, this is new, this limits me in sooo many different ways but also opens up the game in ways i couldnt have imagined

[Alot of spoiler filled ramblings of a mad man slightly broken by a weird time/dimension loop that are only vaguely understandable under the cut]

Okay first off, not picking you class right at the very very start is great weirdly enough, atleast for me.

It gave me time to see the world through the basic unfiltered lens of someone who has an idea whats to come cuz of me playing the previous game but also no clue as the game hasnt given me any story yet.

Literally, it starts off with you having a copy of LOOK magazine on your face. You also get to really choose your look or well hair situation mainly, you're a stick person hair and accessories are all you got and its early game soooo

But anygays, it doesnt give you story till thr bus ride and even then you dont know your class or if there will even be classes!

I choose pigskinner or whatever my head is running at a million miles per hour rn cuz this hyperfixation is really new and free so double the speed of thoughts

And yeah i could have tried something new especially since 2 out of my 3 wol saves were that game's pigskinner class (cow puncher(?)) But come on, i like my familiar class also i suck as magic/effect heavy builds outside of my spamming of stuff like bleed or on fire

But anygays, the uncursing stuff is super fun tho pretty confusing. Thankfully you cant mess them up to my knowledge, they really test you puzzle skilss and you remembering that most things in this game are interactable (very very important)

Also omg i love any chance to piss a narrator and there are some great ones, the main ones that i can remember rn is the one about you working at all these different places and even being employee of the month despite you either being super young or not born at that time. And the one about you digging wet globs of hair out of sinks, mainly at frat houses. Gross i know, but i fucking dug through every single spittoon in wol, nothing can stop me anymore

The narrator def regrets following this dumbass (me) around but they cant leave so HA

But back to the uncursing, the sickle curse was actually super scary. Like that scarecrow was after ME, not the person i was currently in the body of, no he was after ME, my character also nick come on buddy you dont take loans/favors from The Shadows, thats like rule #265, your ass deserved a lawnmowing.

Also wtf i got sent the lawnmower i made with a note that said "see you in 66 years" or something like that. Like HELLO???? WHICH BITCH GOT MY ADDRESS AND WHO WANTS A PIECE OF ME AND MY LAWNMOWER

Seriously the sickle curse was hands down the scariest part of a game ive played in years and ive somewhat play resident evil 7

Also gods i love the to do list, don't get me wrong i loved asking my companions for reminders but this is super convenient and go for when my companion cant you know, accompany me somewhere

Plus being able see everything together and whats a main quest vs a side quest helps. And making my own notes in game helps since i still havent gotta a notebook for my gaming notes yet

Also the whole thing with the mob was great, 10/10 i love being chaotic and getting paid the big bucks for it. Seriously its worth it and theres even some more pacifist options in those quest lines to. Im very much a nice person to my core despite my nature darkness and chaos, so being able to handle things nicely or well with limited blood shed is nice. Also helps with you, like me, tend to avoid battles you dont gotta fight. Its also a nice puzzle sometimes cuz i cant just shove like 9 different thing down my throat and kick ass. Its one potion and one food at a time.

The combat is definitely different but more in a "its harder to be able to wipe everyone out in seconds" then a "heres a whole new system to learn good luck"

In wol its stupidly easy atleast for me to become a lesser god and wipe out half the map basically even during early game. Tho thats mainly cuz of my past experience and cuz i was raised really good and weirdly so my skills work with this-

But in sol the fights are actually pretty tough, i found myself really rationing my items out even in late game but also heavily relying on them and effects

Which btw go fucking on items and stuff that cause effects like bleed and on fire, trust me its actually kinda necessary

Also the last(?) fight (and the optional golem fight) are like stupidly hard even with all tbr help (finale(?)) While the golem is apparently a push over yet also god number two idk im working on it, apparently they didnt play test it and honestly it kinda shows (neutral)

ALSP WTF IS THAT BITCH AT THE FUNAL LIKE HOKY HELL DO NOT BE AFIARD MY ASS THAT A BIBLICALLY ACCURATE ANGEL WITHOUT WINGS RIGHT THERE AND ITS ABOUT TO SEND ME TO HELL PERSONALLY

Also i fucking lost, i can go back but i decided to learn from my mistakes by starting fresh instead of fixing them after they've already been made

AND im gonna help more people, im gonna save those two kids from that monster that haunts their family, im gonna help rufus find my past/other self from the first game, IM GONNA HELP EVERYONE I CAN ESPECIALLY THE ONES I FAILED BEFORE

Reaps now signing off to work on MEP parts see yall in like another 6 months

[debb987]

UAHHHH!!! i read your eldest brother fic this week (i had started it earlier but hadn’t gotten more than a few chapters and i finally sat myself down to read it), and let me say it’s AMAZING!!!!! probably my fav fic in the fandom tbh. it’s incredible. i love the way you handle both splinters, while not apologizing for their actions you point out that it’s not impossible to change and that GROWING is something that is not impossible. i think that this type of character development, regarding flawed characters who aren’t villains necessarily but are definitely not helping the protagonists is hard to come by and i really appreciate how you handle it. i also would just like to put into words how much i love and appreciate raph and his alters. i am not a part of a system but i know of people who are, and i have sent them this fic so that they know that they are being represented in media!! because god knows there’s not enough DID representation around. raph’s system is incredibly well done and written, and i love each of his alters equally, they’re all amazing. AND RAPH HIMSELF!!!! is a phenomenal character i hope you know that. he has gone from my least fav rise turtle to battling for first BECAUSE OF YOUR FIC!!!!!!! i think he is just. the guy ever /pos. i hope that he gets to keep his new adopted bros as well as the old. speaking of new bros, i love the way both the rise boys and 2012 boys are written. i LOVE seeing the similarities and (haunting) differences each pair of bros has. i cant wait for them to meet up and for them to all just become besties with the same older brother. i also really, really want to see cassandra, mostly because i just want raph to be himself without having to take care of his bros. i just think he deserves someone to talk to and appreciate who doesn’t have to rely on him all the time. truthfully i just wanna see their wholesome dynamic; raph deserves some platonic love.

(mostly i just wanted to tell u how much i appreciate and love this fic. it has been such a treasure to read. you are a phenomenal writer who has made me love both the rise and 2012 boys even more. never stop doing what u do ❤️)

lmao sorry for the rant

I'm gushing right back and it's so long so more below the cut!

OMG AKSJDAKSHD AHHHHHH This is so flattering, I'm exploding!/pos This fandom has so many great fics, for TEB to be among the favorites it's really high praise, such an honor 🥹🥹💕💕

The "Splinter is Trying" tag, my beloved!!! 🥰🥰 Both Splinters are very flawed, yes, but OH How I love sinking my author claws deep into their characters to pull them apart and take a peek at their core. What caused this? Do they realize? Do they try to improve? TEB is just one massive Character Analysis in form of a story aksjdakjshd👌👌

Ahhh thank you so much, I really tried to give justice to the Raph has DID tag!! I'm not a system, nor am I friends with any in IRL, so all of it is lots of investigation on different sources and I'm happy it's coming across as good representation so far 🥰🥹 Even though TEB is NOT an educational novel on these matters in any shape or form, I do try to give good rep whenever possible 💕💕

SFKJSSJS YES! YES! Convert to the dark side, come put Raph among the top fav turtles! 😈😇ksksksk Welcome to the club 🤝🤝 the fact that TEB managed to somewhat rise his spot in the "Favorite turtles" list is also high praise, I'm so flattered, I love him so much and sharing that to the point of making others love him too is flattering🥳🥳🥳

I love writing their similarities and diferences too! The 12 and Rise brothers have so many similarities on their "core" but circumstances shaped them to be different, their own individuals, and I love to explore that along with the parallels ksksks I really can't wait for them to meet! 🤩🤩

Cassandra is the best, fr fr, I'm really looking forward to that part of the story where Raph can finally take a break from family-matters and can just be silly and chaotic with his bff 😌👏

I love the rant, I love it with all my heart, like please, PLEASE, if you can copy-paste it in AO3, Idc which chapter, or if its Anon, just let it be there so I don't lose it to Tumblr ephemerality 🥹🥹 It's such a beautifully long comment, I love gushing about these sm, I love sitting down to answer all my comments in AO3 aksjdajsda but overall just.

Thank you for taking the time to write this and let me know, you brightened my day, I'm smiling so much! As I read this, as I answer this!! Thank you! And I hope the story continues to be enjoyable 🥰🥰