#those fruits have me in a chokehold

[saturn-star-light]

i’m brainstorming for my tma fic rn thats essentially an epilogue/ fix it fic taking place immediately post-cannon and it’s making me want to sob.

those tragic little gay fucks are invading every square inch of my mind

[soosoosoup]

Watermelon peck

[sunbloomdew]

so after literal years i'm back to watching one piece (don't ask me what possessed me, i wouldn't be able to tell you. actually i am able, it was shuggy content)

i'm at episode 4 and the fact that shanks left out the fucking devil fruit in an open chest, just right there on the counter, IN GRABBING DISTANCE OF A CHILD???? red haired shanks you're such a dumbass i love you. never babysit anyone ever

[monarchberrysblog]

Alright

*clasps hand*

I love you so very much, and I’ll be watching you from your window. (Inside joke)

How about… cowboy!Miggy spectating a gal and her pals, she’s challenged to ride one of those rodeo bulls by her friends and fell like, three seconds in. Obvi she failed, so she has to go get another round of shots for her friends. So he took the opportunity to offer some lessons with the cowboy himself😇

EL TORO 🐂

✭ 18+ Cowboy! Miguel O’Hara x fem! Reader ✭

✭ summary: losing a bet with your best friends, you buy drinks after failing to stay on a mechanical bull for eight seconds, but before you buy another round of drinks, a local cowboy helps you…

✭ content warning: sexual innuendos, Miguel is a little unhinged, dry humping, grinding, cumplay (?), cum-eating (?), semi-exhibitionism, hook-up with a stranger, and alcohol is mentioned. VIEWER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

✭ word count: +1.8k words

✭ a/n: AUGHHHH cowboy! Miguel has me in a chokehold omfg. but here you go, pookie! thank you for your undying support and love! Your wish has been granted 💋 (if there are flaws, I apologize in advance 🩷)

MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

Orange opaque lights make up the dimly lit bar. Locals from around were either at a table, drinking away from those green beer bottles you grew familiar with ever since you were younger, or seeing your uncles consume those bottles at a baptism or a wedding banquet. Or you saw the occasional burnt middle-aged man sitting at the island counter, rambling to the bartender about his day, complaining about his cattle or the weather. But for you, you came to the bar unwillingly, as your best friends insisted that you liven up the environment.

But really, it was a pathetic excuse to get you out of your grandparent's bungalow home and to meet someone.

・º♢

"Come on! It'll be fun!" Xina urges, flashing her signature smug smile that always appears when she's up to something mischievous. It was always the same arrogant look she did whenever y'all were kids when she got extra chips or a cookie from her pantry closet. Hell, it was the same look your other friends gave you whenever your grandmother or grandfather offered them fresh fruits from their farm.

"No," you quickly retort, sipping your cocktail. "Please!" MJ pleads, grasping your wrists and seemingly ready to kneel. "PLEASE!" Xina soon exclaims, joining MJ to cause a scene with those around you.

"Xina, MJ…!"

"PLEASE!" They draw out the last syllable together, their voice taking on a childish tone reminiscent of when they were eight years old, fleeing from a honey bee or spider. "Okay! Okay..." You groan out, shaking your head in defeat.

"Yes!" Xina pumps her fist in victory before removing your fruity margarita from your hands and placing it on the table. "Now get on! And if you don't last eight seconds, you pay for our next round of drinks!" A low groan emerges from the back of your throat like alcohol stinging your esophagus, ready to escape. But your body, unfortunately, didn't want to do that for you so you could weasel out of the bet. You look back to see MJ at y'all's table, keeping an eye on the drinks while looking at Xina guide (dragging) you across the bar.

Your shoes squeak against the wooden floors as you get pushed to the mechanical bull area. "Just stay on there for eight seconds, and you don't have to pay for our round of shots." You and Xina passed through the semi-packed bar, occasionally brushing shoulders from a couple of guests in the bar. But one character caught your attention, nearly knocking you off your feet.

His russet brown eyes burned into your soul while his cowboy hat shielded the glisten in his eyes, giving him a dead look by any bystander who dared to make eye contact with him. His eyes match yours, lingering on your orbs. The prolonged millisecond of eye contact seized when he smirked, his eyes lingering on you and you only.

His hands, weathered and rugged, bore the marks of hard work - dry, with occasional scars and scratches, yet exuding strength. They were the hands of a hard-working man, capturing attention as much as his eyes did, capturing attention as much as his eyes did. His shirt was unbuttoned, clearly showing a bit of his chest and hair peppered. Oh, how it would feel to be held in those strong hands... Or how his hands would hold onto your hips while bouncing on his dick—

"C'mon! It's your turn to get on!" Xina urges, directing your attention away from the man and to your inevitable end of the night- falling off a mechanical bull within three seconds.

/

You sit at your table, hair somewhat touseled about while you order the next round of drinks for you and your rowdy group of friends. You looked at the half-assed served shot glass and glared at your best friends as they took their shots. With a sigh of defeat, you walk to the bar counter and take a seat on the wooden stool, covering your face and hiding away the embarrassment.

You settled onto the bar counter, absently running your finger along the smooth rim of your shot glass. A sense of intrusion picked at your gut as you felt someone trespassing on your personal space. Glancing to your left, you saw the familiar figure of the man from earlier, seated a few stools away. Your eyes dart back to the tiny glass in your hands, playing with it.

"You couldn't last eight seconds."

That sounded more evocative than it had to.

"Excuse me?"

"3.4 seconds." He adds, not acknowledging the rhetorical question you spat out. "You're those women having to give up straddling like how a car needs an oil change."

What the—

"What does this have to do with anything?"

"You lack balance, sweetheart. And movement." He lifts his shot glass, calling the bartender to refill his shot glass. "It’s straightforward."

"Oh yeah, since you seem to know everything about it, give me some constructive criticism then." You reiterate, knowing that this man was going to play the smartass card with you by sharing information that is useless or already known by the public.

"You’re not engaging your core, and you don't have any balance on your hips." He sighs before mumbling about city folk and getting off his seat. "C’mere." He waved his hand over, ushering you to get close. You didn't know if it was your being an actual dumbass, but you got off your seat and made your way over.

"M’kay," He sighs before getting off his seat and touching your hips. “It's all here, sweetheart. You have to move with the bull; it's called inertia," His hand rests on your hips and squeezes that specific area. "Always move in the opposite direction of the mechanical bull."

"If the bull moves forward, you move back. And if the bull moves back…?"

"I move forward?"

He nods before patting your tummy. "And engage your core a bit. You have abs under there, sweetheart."

His words of advice continue but they muffled out while taking note of his hand resting against your soft stomach, feeling the heat of his palm.

You take note of his words and stop. "Wait, how do you know how to do this?"

"Take it or leave it." He mumbles before he takes his shot and slams the shot glass down. "Actually," He clears his throat and sighs. "Tell them you want to redeem yourself, then tell your friend, the one who dared you to ride the bull, to buy the bill, and I owe you a drink if you make it past eight seconds."

"And if you don't, you owe me a drink."

He removes his hands from your soft stomach and sits back on the stool. "It’s your decision, sweetheart."

You think momentarily, considering the options he placed on the table. The idea of not having to pay a tab and getting a free drink sounded satisfying.

"Will you show me how?"

"Sure, why not?"

/

Sitting on his lap in the darkest, dingiest parts of the bar was not in the plans, but your pigheadedness said otherwise. You straddle down on his lap, resting your hands on his shoulders. "Keep your balance, sweetheart." His right hand pats on your hip before bucking his hips against yours, earning a low groan from him.

"Engage your core and move in the opposite direction of me." His warm breath fans your face before he bucks his hips once again to your clothed sex. A soft mewl escapes your lips, feeling his clothed bulge against your clothed entrance.

"You can do it, c’mon…”

You pathetically moved against his aching bulge, pushing your moist gusset against his denim jeans. "There we go, move your hips to gain balance, move with me."

His dick twitched underneath you, pushing up to be free from its constraints. You slowly gyrated down, bucking your hips against his movement, creating a comfortable tempo.

A choked groan verberates your chest, sending the sensation to Miguel, earning a low moan from the man. "C'mon, keep it up." He jerks his bulge upwards, finally finding its way in between your clothed folds. You wailed, feeling his length now against your clothed clit, rubbing against the sensitive bud slowly and deliciously. You could sense the arousal trickling down to your soaked gusset and gathering the slick arousal in the cloth. "You can do it."

You patted his shoulder and took in deep breaths.

"Try again." His usual staid words slowly evolved into breathy whimpers. Miguel's words of affirmation slowly died, becoming breathy moans and grunts. The typical demands slowly turned into begging as you continued to push downwards, feeding the desires you two desperately wanted.

"Muneca..." He rasps out before you see his hands scramble down to his belt.

The sound of his belt clinking was enough of an indicator, but you knew what was next. The sound, let alone left you salivating with anticipation.

"Grind on the length."

Oh... Oh.

Glancing down, your eyes widen at the sight. Sure, he was pushing seven inches but the girth... With your left hand, you move the gusset of your underwear to the side and slowly guide your aching core down to his length, slowly enveloping his length into your soaked folds.

A low groan verberates your chest cavity, soaking the length of your slick, sticky arousal. The slippery sensation of your clit gliding down Miguel’s length, creating delicious friction.

"C’mon, move your hips."

Your body went on autopilot on that demand, relying on your slick arousal to move fluidly on his length. "You're a fast learner, aren't you?" He groans out quietly, still holding onto your hips.

Soft pants and groans filled the small space and evolved into loud guttural groans from both of y'all.

"Sweetheart, slow down a bit." His breathy request fell on deaf ears before you did as he demanded. "You're humping me like I'm your pillow." He groans out before he adjusts you off his length, feeling the slick linger onto his skin.

He takes his pointer and middle finger, gathers the slick off his length, and places said fingers at the bottom plush of your lips, lightly tapping them, almost asking for permission. "Seems like you understand what I say," He pats your rear lovingly with his free hand before you suckle on his fingers, tasting the mess you left behind. He hums while you clean the pads of his fingers clean.

"Now, ride the bull for me." He demands.

/

The walk back to the lively scenery returned you to your senses as you prepared to confront your little group of friends. The conversation jumped about like crickets hopping around a long grassy field. It felt like there was no point in being driven before you challenged them against their better judgment and bet. Xina's lips pursed straight, and she nodded to her other girlfriends. The group looked at each other momentarily and caved in, just to see themselves embarrass themselves for the second time that night.

But it wasn't going to happen again...

Straddling down on the pseudo-bull, you looked out to the semi-lively bar, seeing your friends watching from afar and your 'mentor' looking at you while taking a shot. With a raise of his brow and tipping his cowboy hat, a surge of content rested in your belly.

[obsessedtomone]

Masterlist

It's simple, because I'm tired and I wanna go sleep, LOL. (I said that and then I wrote a freaking novel.) I write exclusively for BNHA Shigaraki x Reader, but if that changes I'll let you know Unravel Yourself Before Me - tumblr , ao3 ✦ Unhinged college students end up doing really stupid shit. ✦College AU (insane) Dark(?) Romance. And smut, if you get through the plot and still have the stomach for that. ✦Originally tagged as a dead dove, but I removed that and now I'm tagging it as a rough read. ✦Read the tags and all that. It's the first fic I've ever written so be gentle. And yes, I'm aware I'm a freak thanks LOL. ✦ Everything after Chapter 15 will be on ao3 because I'm too shy to post here, I don't want everybody to hate me hahaha the fruits - tumblr , ao3 ✦Only pilot until Unravel is done ✦Highschool AU ✦Angst, Resentment, Mature Themes, No Smut ✦It's more realistic and more toned down than Unravel. No smut for this one, but they're all final years 18+ except for a few side characters maybe. It deals with mature themes and is aimed at YA Fanart (from yours truly): I was a fic reader before I was a writer, and I was an artist before I was either of those. That being said, sometimes a scene inspires me so hard, I'll hyperfixate on a piece until it's done. Most of them will be gifts / tributes / offerings to fics I really enjoyed. There's not a lot of them, because I barely have time to breathe and function, but if you see me post one, hallelujah (im not religious). Rough Night!Shigaraki - The reason my account exists in the first place. August(?) last year, I was so hyped about this oneshot fic I read, that I decided to make an account where I only post thirst art for Shigaraki and the fic writers. Then said fic writer became my friend and she pushed me to write my stupid fic, hyped me up and here we are. If you like Unravel, it's her fault. (PS. my twitter acc is kinda dead, but I posted his dick on that one lol. it's @obsessedtomone, same as here. Don't like how I drew his hair tho, it was the first time I drew Shigaraki so forgive meEE, I'm still learning.) Birthday Fanart Shigaraki - Just fanart to celebrate his bday. I like how his hands turned out. Very composition, art school paid off for something (I'm a dropout 😬)

Chokehold!Shigaraki - This is my favorite one so far. I should post all the stupid sketches I did of Shigaraki this year, because holy fuck his hair texture is so freaking hard to get right. I think it turned out very GOOD in this one. Go read Chokehold because it's really freaking good. Shigaraki is kind of a psychopath in that one, but if you liked Unravel, you'll probably like Chokehold. Anyways, there'll be more to come! I have a few gifts I wanna make eventually, so look forward to that (eventually...)

[pinksoullesswench]

How To Live like in 2014 Tumblr Peak Era?

I feel like I am qualified to speak about it since I was 15 years old at that time, and I was the main target audience. I made a list of things I remembered we did to feel cool.

1. You had to have a flower backpack for Back To School

I remember I owned a blue one, and I was so proud to wear it to school.

2. Half Up and Half Downs!

It-Girls were inspired by Ariana Grande and Zoella and this type of hairstyle, and I remember the half up half down with the high ponytail had me in chokehold even tho it seriously required hair extensions lol

3. Phone case/ phone background with palm trees

You were cool if you had palm trees on your phone background or phone case. I believe everyone wanted to live in a vibe of summer in LA even though I lived in Germany it did not matter. It HAD to feel like LA

4. Mason Jars for food!

If you were to bring oatmeal or a salad to school to eat it during lunch you had to have it in a Mason jar, ok?

5. Water bottle with fruits

I remember how the fruits eventually would dissolve and the water would be not the tastiest especially if you added bunch of cucumber but it was about how pretty it looked, you had to make photos with it. Also your water bottle had to have this cylindrical shape!

Ok so that's the end of the post for now. I will do more soon but that's the beginning. Hopefully it helped those who try to live their 2014 lives or those who would like to relive it but already forgot most of it.

[rainbowagate]

listen, just because i’m writing two zosan fics right now does not mean i’ve forgotten myself

I am a shuggy writer first and foremost

those red and blue bastards have me in a chokehold

all my zosan enjoyers, please get with the program and consume shuggy. you’ll like it i promise

you’ve got two guys with mysterious origins growing up as childhood best friends on the greatest pirate’s crew, like????

It’s the same banter but with buggy’s freaky devil fruit and shanks’ alcoholism for flavor

it’s the same rivals to lovers except one of them (shanks) never considered the other a rival and has been in love with him for years

you’ve got a disfigured swordsman (shanks and zoro) and a crafty pervert (buggy and sanji)

you’ve got the loyal dopey one (shanks and zoro) and the embarrassed to be here smart one (buggy and sanji)

pick up what i’m putting down

consume shuggy, it’s good soup

[theatlasenigma]

based on this denholm brothers/pirates smp god au (go check it out before you read this, otherwise my writing will make no sense whatsoever lmao) by @sweetsmalldog, which has had me in an absolute chokehold for the last day or so since i discovered it. so here, have this quick writing dump because i needed to get it out of my system.

imagine the detached and vengeful sun god in the aftermath of the mortal denholm brothers’ deaths. the sun god, furious at the injustice and cruelty, stepping forth to unleash all hell on these vile mortals who so callously slaughtered their children in the hopes of becoming famous themselves. except he falters, because the pair of too-still bodies before him are so agonisingly small, so painfully young, so devoid of life. in a split second decision, he imbues them with a fragment of his own divinity. and so ruby red becomes gold, and so the the sickly sweetness of ichor mixes with the salt of iron in the heavy air.

imagine the regal and proud sun god falling to his knees before the now godly twins, pulling them into an embrace that smells of the warm sea breeze, the hot wood of a ship’s deck under the sun, the sweetness of ripe fruits in the height of summer. whispered i’m sorries, you didn’t deserve this, if i had known i would have saved you, would have stopped the people who did this to you. the stifled hiccupping sobs of two brothers who, even after death and then ascension, are still afraid of what this adult will do if they show too much of their emotions. tears and snot stain his shirt but he finds he does not care. he has a thousand shirts but only this one moment and these two children.

imagine the harsh and distant sun god teaching the brothers the ways of godhood. how to stretch their wings and soar, how to bless without burning themselves up in exchange, how to give and delight and laugh. some day he will have to teach them how to take and how to punish but for now they are two brothers amongst the stars and they play and fly and run and they have never been so free.

imagine the indifferent and brutal sun god learning how to care for these godlings he took under his not-so-metaphorical wings. he finds that gentle words and reassuring warmth do not come so easily to him, a creature of pure blinding light and raw blazing heat, and so as the brothers learn to stretch and grow he learns to listen and love. and on those nights when acho wakes up screaming, or those days where scott can barely stomach leaving the safety of his room, the sun god is there to hold them close and whisper sweet nothings to them until their tears dry up and fear-frozen bodies relax. 

imagine the divine and powerful sun god, watching over the antics of the children he saved. though if what he did really can be considered ‘saving’ is a question he will lie awake for hours racking his brain for the answer to. he and the brothers will be joined by more, a clever daemon with skin like blood and claws of pitch that feigns indifference, a cunning explorer with a silver tongue and eyes like sunsets who strains for freedom, a war-like but steadfast woman who shouts and laughs almost as loudly as the twins. when the orange-eyed adventurer makes a jibe about the star-spattered lines across their necks and the sun god sees both stiffen in discomfort, he sends a flick of fire in the unruly god’s direction to discipline him. when the soot-stained war goddess shouts loudly enough to make acho or scott flinch, the sun god is there to provide reassurance and remind the woman to heed the boys’ fear. when the pitch-robed god of monsters play-fights too roughly and ichor is spilled, the sun god bandages the injuries and gives the daemon a stern warning to take care. 

they may have their occasional clashes, but they are freed from the shackles of mortality now and spread their wings in a palace amongst the stars. and if legend tells of a pair of boys who haunt the town where they were slaughtered like sacrificial lambs, well, they might occasionally pay a visit to remind the residents of those stories and their worth. tell tales of childlike laughter carried on the breeze, a flash of red hair, a flutter of wings and too-sharp teeth, lest you be lost to the depths like the parents of those starshine children so long ago.

[aninspiringwriter]

Surprise Dates - Part 4

Summery: After a fun night with Raiden, he makes a suprise plan for a date.

Word count: 805

A/n: I have crawled out of the trenches of depression and finished writing pure fluff for you all

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 (Smut)

The morning sun comes up, and you start to wake up as well. You slowly sit up in your bed, there is a small warmth within you as you turn to see Raiden still sleeping. Raiden's black hair perfectly presses up against the blueish pillow you have, his breath softly hits your arm. You wake Raiden up, by lightly nudging him awake.

Raiden's groans were louder than you expected them to be so early in the morning, "Oh, what time is it Y/n?" Raiden gets up while saying this in a grumpy tone. "I think it's around 6 am, maybe even 7." You say on response, then you turn your head to see the clock say 6:47. Raiden also looks at your clock, to see it is almost 6:50. He is practically leaning on you, his chin rests itself on your shoulder as his arm wraps around your waist. "Yesterday, I was gonna ask you something, but uh we got… Very distracted." Raiden says, then looks away. He was embarrassed that you and him had some fun last night, you chuckle but then get more and more curious. "Oh? You were gonna ask me something yesterday, what is it?" You ask curiously, your naked body leans against his naked body. Raiden's brown eyes look at you again before bluntly saying what he wants to say.

"A date, a nice little date." Raiden says, your smile brightly lights up the room. "A date? Where do you think we should go?" You ask him, not necessarily rejecting and in fact being very welcoming to the idea of a nice date.

"Maybe at Madame Bo or a nice simple picnic in one of the gardens around here." Raiden moves away from your naked body and is grabbing his clothes off the floor. He gets to his pants before walking towards your closet. Raiden hides his nice toned abs with his shirt. 

"Why are you going inside my clo-" You get interrupted by a green shirt getting thrown at you, a nice light green shirt you even forgot you had. Along with a nice pair of flowing leggings that has blue spots near the waist and the ends of the leggings. "Oh… You have good clothing taste Raiden," you start to compliment him before saying more, "but can I get some underwear as well, my love?" You ask nicely, and Raiden compiles before looking confused. "Oh, right bottom drawer." You tell him bluntly where they are. Raiden finds them easily and gives you one of your laced ones. "How about a picnic at a garden near here, you pick the garden and I will get the stuff for it." Raiden says as he watches you with heart eyes as you get dressed. After you get fully dressed you think about the different gardens near here, then knows the right one. "Isn't there a garden near the bridge where the Sun Do festival is held?" You suggest as you go to Raiden, you start to hold his hand. Raiden's face shows he is in deep thought before nodding his head, a small beautiful smile runs through his face. "Perfect! I've always liked that garden anyways." You say, kissing his cheek. Raiden looks at you with those heart eyes of him that looks like a siren has him in a chokehold. "How about at noon?" Raiden asks you, playing with your hair. You nod yes, as you and him go to your door, you kiss his cheek and wave to him as he leaves.

Later, you put on a greenish-blue jacket and grab a blanket, a blanket with pink and orange flowers on it. You check the time and the time is 11:42,  you start to panic, quickly putting on some socks and shoes and run out the door.  It's 12:08 and you see Raiden, he was wearing a light purple robe and he looked nervous. "Sorry for being so late Raiden, I was procrastinating on what jacket to wear and what blanket to bring." You explain, Raiden smiles as he carries a basket filled with what smells like sweets and fruit, a bottle of what seems to be wine sticking out of the basket. You put down the blanket and Raiden puts down the basket and looks at you, and the way the noon sun glistens on your skin makes Raiden smile. "What did you bring?" You ask, as Raiden pulls out 2 plastic clear wine cups and the wine. "I stopped by our favorite dessert places and the local market for some sweets and fruit." Raiden says, pouring you and him the wine. Raiden grabs some strawberries and a small cherry cheesecake out of the basket. The date was sweet, like the food, and the way Raiden treated you like royalty made it sweeter.

[neverchecking]

hello again it’s me, 🐝 anon!

the triplets have me in a chokehold KSKABS i haven’t been able to stop thinking about them and today i bring you: triplets with a plus size! Reader

now i’m sure they would be obsessed with love their dear Reader no matter what they look like but i’m gonna project a little and go with a Reader who has some chub.

let’s say plus size! Reader is feeling self conscious about their body for whatever reason, maybe their clothes aren’t fitting the right way or it’s just a bad day. the triplets won’t stand for their God(dess) feeling anything less than absolutely divine. they’re quick to comfort and reassure their lovely in their own ways. i imagine Cal is better with written words than speaking, so he leaves little notes with genuine and heartfelt compliments and reminders that you’re perfect just the way you are. Wild cooks your favorite foods while listing all the ways he loves you, both physically and for your personality. if you don’t want him to cook you anything, that’s ok! he’ll have a fun little photoshoot session to help your self esteem. and Sage will do anything you ask him to. really any of them will but Sage is just more upfront and shameless about it. a trip along the coast to take your mind off of your thoughts? done. a new outfit tailored to show off all your favorite features? he’s threatening persuading Cece to make you something unique. just want to spend some time together? you don’t even have to ask.

but if the reason you’re feeling bad about yourself is because of someone else? they’re all putting any differences aside to track down and teach that person a lesson. no one can make you doubt your absolute perfection and drag your mind into a downward spiral and get away with it.

sorry for the long ask this has been on my mind the whole day 😅

🐝anon! Welcome back! And don't worry about the long ask, I love those!

The triplets have us all in a chokehold at this point I swear-

As someone whos on the plusser side of mid-sized, this resonates with me deeply and I love all of this!

They absolutely love you no matter what, but for the sake of argument, let's say that not only do they love it, but they maybe secretly add to it. Meals with a little more calories than you would expect, or more desserts than normal. Snacks like candied apples or honeyed fruit. All of it designed to ensure their God(Dess) remains a perfect, healthy weight.

Cal definitely leaves love notes everywhere he goes because he's so used to not speaking. When he spoke, he was punished. So while he has gotten better, it is a work in progress. .

Wild is definitely trying to cook all sorts of snacks and goodies, sneaking them to you while Sage is distracted with something. And you bet he's totally down for a photoshoot! Whether you know about it or not is a different topic-

And Sage. Our toxic little soaked rat. He is way more upfront with being like 'What do you need from me? A solution or comfort?' because he has both. But his favorite method of convincing you you are perfect just the way you are?

Pinning you in front of his mirror, and reminding you that you are his. And anyone who talks shit about whats his gets punished. He doesn't have anything that isn't of the highest quality, and that includes partners. Absolutely shattering your self-doubt and mental stability, only to reform it with his bare hands roaming your body and painting your skin a delicious hue of red.

You bet that if it's because of someone they are tracking them down, carving out their tongue and feeding it to them. It's one of the few times they'll work together, and you know when it happens, the results are absolutely devastating.

Maybe they'll have to prove it when it comes to dear Reader as well. Prove that nothing will get between them and their God(dess).

[atrueneutral]

BITW Update

I think readers might be getting a 12k word chapter when all is said and done - maybe longer. Woof. There are places where I could break this into two chapters, but I’m being stubborn in wanting to end at a specific place.

I cannot stress enough that the plot and future scenes have me in a mental chokehold. Alas, as fueled as I am to write, there is not enough time or energy in the day for me to dedicate solely to writing.

For those interested, here’s the full (character) introduction scene from the preview I posted last week (unedited):

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There were, however, goings-on within one of the fruit trees; a man wearing wool breeches was halfway in an apple tree, and his worn leather boots stood on a wooden ladder that was angled into the tree’s trunk.

Apples steadily dropped into a wicker basket, and judging by the bareness of the other trees within the row, the man’s harvest would likely conclude in the coming week.

No doubt hearing their approaching footsteps, the man let another apple fall, and there was minor rustling of branches and foliage as he plucked the next. His top half slowly twisted after grabbing the nearest branch for support, and Tav caught eyes staring at her through a spacing of leaves.

The hairs on her neck prickled.

“Oh, what have we here? Are you the new arrival to the abbey?” the man asked, his voice rich and familiar sounding.

“I am Brother Gabriel,” she replied as she came to stand near the base of the tree.

“Brother Gabriel,” the man repeated, an almost-purr that set her teeth on edge.

“Haarlep, would you mind coming down for a more respectable introduction?” Astarion beckoned while taking stock of the apples that sat in the basket.

“I wouldn’t mind at all, Brother Astarion!” The man stepped off of the ladder, his feet landing with a thud onto soft grass, and Tav was momentarily thrown by the sight of his face; it was chiseled and handsome, something she’d expect from a strapping laborer with his tall and broad shouldered body, but she was namely struck by the uncanny resemblance to Father Raphael. He assuredly had to be related to the abbot by blood - perhaps a younger brother or a cousin...

“You are not looking well, Brother Gabriel?”

“He’s starving, is why,” Astarion answered for her. ��Probably didn’t eat much at the tail end of his travels, and he’s being stubborn in holding out until noonday meal.”

“Here - an apple to sustain you until then…” In three steps Haarlep was before her with an apple that had been freshly picked from the tree. Tav had never before seen such a picturesque apple; there were no dents or bruises, and its red color was perfectly even in tone.

The look in Haarlep’s eyes reminded her of the snake making his offering to Eve.

Astarion was watching - to see if she would take what she’d refused from the kitchen. 

“There’s plenty more, brother,” Haarlep added, gazing up to the branches overhead. “And there’s no trouble to be had for eating an apple.”

Brother Gabriel could afford a few lapses in judgment. 

Haarlep smiled as Tav reached out and accepted the apple from the persuasive supplier. “Go on, take a bite, and tell me what you think?”

She brought the smooth surface of the apple to her lips, punctured the skin with her teeth, and tore a crisp bite away. The buds on her tongue detected notes of cinnamon amidst the sweetness she tasted.

“I’ve never had better tasting fruit in all my life, if I do say so myself,” said Haarlep.

Were it too saccharine, Tav would have disregarded Haarlep’s commentary as she chewed and then swallowed, but it was the right amount of sweetness - a perfect dose that would bring her to devour the entire thing.

“A delicious picking,” she said. “Thank you, Haarlep. I take it you are the caretaker of these trees?”

“Yes, I devote myself and give everything they need to bear such sublime fruit.”

“Is it not God who blesses the fruit of this land?” Tav inquired innocently.

“I would agree with you - were I a monk,” Haarlep countered with an amiable smile. “But, alas, I am a humble, non-believer who has been gratefully granted the ability to live in the abbey in exchange for labor.”

“Is it-” Tav clamped her mouth shut.

“What is it, brother?”

“Nay, my question was impolite.”

Beyond Haarlep’s shoulder, she observed Astarion lift an apple from the basket to stash in the sleeve of his robes. He cared not that she noticed, and she interpreted the brow he raised as a provocation for her to call him a thief - after she asked her ‘impolite’ question.

“Don’t fret - I am not one to be easily offended,” Haarlep placated.

Once more Brother Gabriel fell for the man’s charm, the question drawn from her lips. “Are you related to the abbot?”

The younger version of Father Raphael laughed; the sound of it rang hollow. “Yes, that is a more polite way of asking, ‘how is it that an ungodly man is allowed to live on abbey property, if not due to the grace of being related to the abbot’.” He chuckled again, this time at her bashfulness. “He is an older half-brother - our mother had a habit of sleeping around…”

“As stimulating as the unholy tales of your wanton mother would be, Brother Gabriel and I must continue on our tour,” interrupted Astarion.

“Ah, yes - and for myself, there is important work that needs to be done,” Haarlep replied, his eyes alight with a touch of devilment. He backed away and turned for his ladder. Up the first two rungs he climbed, and as she moved to follow after Astarion’s leave, there was a rustling from the tree - an apple being picked.

Tav took a bite from the apple she held.

“Brother Gabriel?”

Instincts alerted her to something coming at her.

Delaying Brother Gabriel’s reaction by a hair, her character jumped in surprise at the apple that gently soared past her head. Its arched trajectory brought it to land softly onto the grass not too far from her feet, and the fruit tumbled to a stop.

“An additional offering for that hungry stomach of yours,” Haarlep said at her questioning expression.

Tav paired a small smile with a thankful nod and bent down to grab the fallen fruit. With apples in both hands, she shuffled after Astarion with another bite of the half-eaten first in her mouth.

[rubberducki20]

The Glory of Confessions

You sat in the opposite booth, waiting for Father to tell you to confess your sins. Your oh-so-nasty sins.

The thoughts of the Father spanking you with a wooden cross, making you recite verses in The Bible, making you restart every time your pathetic voice waivered or you cried out begging him to stop.

"Begin your confession, the Holy Lord is with you child."

"Yes God. I mean Father." You begin to reach the hem of your best Sunday dress, a pastel pink with baby's breath on it, your pussy's heat making it unbearable. "I've been having very sinful thoughts, Father." You sigh, dipping your fingers into your heat, "About us. How it'd feel to be yours." You move two digits in and out of you, making sure The Father can hear just how wet you are for him.

"The Lord forgives you. I forgive you, my dear child." The Father puffs out, if you listened hard enough you can hear the subtle movement of pants being unzipped. "Tell me, what these thoughts are like, my child." He asks dearingly.

"I touch myself to the thoughts of you touching me and taking me like God says only married folk do. I dream of your cocks taste. I get soaked just being in congregation with you, I love how you have me in a chokehold. You're like my own personal God." You pause, allowing your clit to relax from a pending orgasm. You can hear The Father breathing heavily, "Father, let me help you." You plead. "Yes child, you will help your God." he responds.

His cock appears through a hidden hole, and to your surprise, his pale cock is pierced, 6 balls, A Jacob's ladder? You can see the precum leaking and the leftover saliva he left from listening to you.

You hum, you take his cock in your hand, has to be at least 7 1/2 inches, maybe bigger. You lick his tip and his cock bucks in your hand, you put his tip in your mouth and swirl your eager tongue around it; making him pant and moan.

"Yes, that feels amazing, my child." The Father rolls his hips, in turn, his cock in your hands. You decide to push your limits by taking his cock slowly down your throat, counting each piercing that passes your smeared lips. Your pussy was aching for touch but you wouldn't allow yourself to. Bobbing your head, you moan and gag around his cock, loving the salty taste.

The Father moans at your movements, loving how your pretty throat wrapped tightly around his cock. You've been so taunting lately, the cute dresses, not wearing bras, the way your pretty eyes watch his every move. That's right, He's your God. Your only God.

He cums at those thoughts, loving the way you gag to swallow every drop. You even suck till he's soft in your mouth taking every drop.

As he pulls away, you ask for a more fruitful time the next time you both are alone. All you get back as an answer is "Maybe, My pet."

[moonreadingjournal]

i feel like most of the posts i post in this blog is mostly about The Extraordinaries series by TJ Klune but I don't care. It is one of my favorite series of all time.

I love it.

This post contains SPOILERS (you've been alerted)

yesterday I was almost done with Heat Wave (the last book) and I was thinking how grateful I am that I read these books. I have re-read the first two books 3 times now and I just re-read the final book for the first time since it came out.

This story still has such an emotional chokehold on me. It is so good. Nick is such a ridiculous character, I love how he is. How he is written and how he develops in the three books. I love how unapologetic he is.

I would just like to share some scenes that have had such an emotional impact on me (i don't know how to begin to explain why but I still want to).

In the first book, The Extraordinaries, for me is when they talk about how Nick and Seth met. When they were just 6 years old (maybe 7). The way I cried and still cry when I read it, says a lot. If you've read it, you know. It is the swing set scene. where Nick met Seth while he was alone swinging on this old set while eating chocolate pudding. How Seth was just a shy little boy and you can feel how his world turned technicolor when he met Nick. He was just a baby, had lost his parents in a train crash, and meeting Nick helped him. I cry when I read it, but it is nothing compared to how much I cry when I read a similar scene.

when Nick's dad was in the hospital, and Martha (Seth's aunt) visits Nick. She told him about the little boy who had lost a lot and was still grieving. How he didn't talk a lot and how her and Bob (Seth's uncle) were so worried about him. Oh my God, but when she says how he came home and kept just talking about this boy he met called Nicholas Bell and how they were going to be best friends forever.

Again, the emotional hold those two parallel scenes have on me, on my heart is unreal. I love them so much. TJ Klune does an amazing job weaving this story where you care about all the characters that appear on it. Minor or not. and I love it.

As of right now, in Flash Fire I think my favorite scene is when Nick tells Seth that he loves him. In the prom. When they were fighting against Ice and Smoke. How Seth smiles (MY TENDER HEART CANNOT). Don’t get me wrong. The whole book is so unbelievably good (all of them are). They are in the midst of chaos and that scene made me cry so damn hard again.

In Heat Wave, the whole book is on a totally different plane compared to the other two. In the story, Nick’s mother has been dead for 4 years now yet somehow she re-appeared. When you read the book, it is the real villain’s wife that can shapeshift (among other stuff). That whole thing is unreal. It is so cruel. It is so unbelievably cruel. Nick and his Dad went through all the grieving process. They still had issues in the first and second book but they worked through it so well. Becoming stronger. And then this. This was so mean. It is crazy to me how TJ Klune was like: you know how to write this book? PAIN. That’s how. And then he had to double down by killing Owen.

Like…how dare you? It is still pretty freaking good though.

Objectively, I know why Owen had to die. By the way that he was, where they all gave him multiple opportunities to turn around (in the first and last book, he is not present in the second one) but he just didn’t. I know that dying was the only way to resolve it. It was pretty hard though. He was just a kid, a villain, but just a kid. When you read the books, you find out that his parents were not good. His dad experimenting on him, used him like he was a tool (which probably was only the tip of the iceberg). When I think about him I think about Akito Sohma (if you’ve seen Fruits Basket you know). Akito was the source of torment to all the members of the zodiac. Hurt them physically, emotionally and psychologically. You find out Akito was hurt by her mother. Which, doesn’t justify it. Nothing ever does. It just allows you to understand them better but not to totally gloss over everything. Owen felt that same way. Which is why it hurt how he died. Rip.

One of my favorite scenes is after they find out that Nick’s mom is not Nick’s mom but an imposter. Nick and his dad have to live at Jazz’s house until the home is repaired. It makes my heart hurt when Nick is woken up by his dad. His dad snuggles for a while with Nick and cries his heart out (along with Nick). It feels like they have to go through the grieving process again. It is not the same though. Because they didn’t lose Nick’s mom again. She was never there. But they toyed with their emotions. It is just so twisted and so jarring.

It might seem cliche but my other favorite scenes are in the epilogue. When they are 26 (Jazz, Nick and Seth) and 27 (Gibby). It is Jazz’s and Gibby’s wedding. My favorite, favorite part is when Nick is saying how he has decided to propose to Seth. Using the wedding ring that his mother, Jenny Bell, gave her father. Only for Seth to also propose to Nick using his own father’s ring. I cry just a little harder in this scene. It isn’t quite the same as having matching necklaces. Like some couples do. It is so much more impactful. Nick’s dad loved his mom from the moment he met her. The life they build together. The pain they both felt when she died. The fact that he gave Nick his ring. It makes it so much sweeter. As well as for Seth. He loves his aunt and uncle. They became his parents in all the ways that mattered. But he always kept close to his heart the fact that he lost his own parents. There is this instance in the first book where Nick is at Seth’s home and sees the pictures on the wall. And he talks about how Seth doesn’t have a lot of memories from his parents but the ones that he does have he protects them so fiercely. So the fact that he gave Nick his father’s ring is also so impactful.

My last favorite little scene is almost at the end of the epilogue. When Jazz and Gibby are kissing at their wedding and Nick says how they took a picture right at that moment. Where Nick is cheering loud and Seth is quietly smiling. jazz and Gibby have a sweet kiss. And how he hung that picture in his home with Seth. Right next to the one he has of his mom. The one at the lighthouse. My heart cries.

It is such an amazing book and I wish the fandom was a lot bigger and that it also had a lot of fanart. I wish it had a graphic novel or a manga. And a good animated show (not a live action). I wish a lot more people talked about this series. Hopefully it will get the recognition it deserves.

I don’t know if I had a point for this post but I just wanted to make it. I don’t have a lot of people that have read it and I wish I had someone to talk about it with.

[qveerthe0ry]

rules: answer + tag 9 people you want to get know better and/or catch up with!

Thank you for the tag @fairycoreboyloser and @katareyoudrilling <3

Favorite color: I have been very partial to those forresty greens as well lately, along with burnt oranges/terracotta

Last song: My Kink is Karma by Chappell Roan (she has me in an absolute chokehold rn)

Currently reading: Literally nothing lol does re-reading and scrutinizing my own fics count?

Currently watching: Hannibal. I cannot believe I was on Tumblr during the height of this show and never watched it because it is GREAT. I'm halfway through season two and a little bit in love with Will Graham

Currently craving: You wanna know my real answer? The unfortunately discontinued mixed berry flavored Dole Smoothie Shakers where you added juice to the bottle of little fruit beads and shook for a deliciously sugary smoothie

Coffee or tea: Coffee is my daily but when I go to a good cafe I get a London fog but with cinnamon tea and it's my favorite sweet treat

NPT: @ezrasbirdie @demonsandbullets @lotusbxtch @jeewrites @sin-djarin @freelancearsonist @rebel-held @copperhalfcent @ghostofaboy

[yell0wsalt]

Fandom questions! ^^

B, C, E, O, W

Heyy girl! Ooh, so many questions, I love it 🥰

B: A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.

Any of the non-canon ones tbh. This past year has been my first time getting actively involved with fandom/shipping, so I could pull from any of those lol but S/O to @orangepanic and their Irosami agenda.

C: A pairing you wish you shipped, but just can’t.

The main one that comes to mind is Kyalin. The fan art is cute, but my heart will forever and always be Linzin. The chokehold they had on me when the show first came out and now is real

E: Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what?

Hmm I think I’ll have to shout out my Ryu/Kuvira rare pair fics. No one thinks about him and besides he’s such a bum in canon, so it is a cracky pair

Also another one maybe Date Night. It was based on Iroh slipping into dirty talk which feels odd for his canon character haha so mind you its sooo 🙈 being my first fic, thinking about it makes me wanna jump sometimes fr 😂

O: Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of?

I put my liked songs on shuffle and got Problems - A R I Z O N A and it’s giving Mako for me. It’s a good vibe while putting overthinking onto words beautifully. Aside from that being part of his character, he’s overly hated in a lot of the fandom, like sheesh let the boy rest

W: 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms.

Fruits basket- Hatori Sohma

My Hero Academia- Shouta Aizawa

Spy x Family - Yor Forger

Wednesday - Wednesday Addams

Full metal alchemist (brotherhood) - Olivier Armstrong

Thanks for the ask!

[heavyknitter]

Hey there :)

This is my sideblog for all those crafting related stuff that got me in a chokehold because what you need to know about me first is that I am actually an artist and writer and second that just painting and writing is not enough.

Nothing is enough for me. I want everything. So I started to get into embroidery last year somewhen around winter times, can't remember the exact date and it made my jittery brain calm and fulfilled especially in times where I did not have the energy to sit down to paint because embroidery I can do lying down. Mainly I got into more thread related crafts due to a long time of hardship and stress and I am just coming out the other side of 4 years of what the hell. 2023 has been rife with change and me finding back to both the person I used to be and the new person I have become in the aftermath. And apparently that comes with an explosion of exploration. When I say I want everything I am talking embroidery, knitting, crochet, weaving (if I can get my hands on a nice loom), woodburning, maybe crafting, sculpting, making plushies, maybe fuck around with glass because I have been to Murano this year and it sure left an impact. And making teas and raising a nice herb-, fruit-, vegetable garden. Fuck. Maybe beekeeping. Definitely aquascaping. So many things I wish to learn and explore and try and fuck around with. And currently I got into knitting. Hence the sideblog. I was wondering if this punny blogname was still available and lo and behold: Weclome to my blog. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

You can call me Midas. Knitting Journey Journal (tag: #knitting journal)