#tw: face f*cking

[theresascove]

hunting&f*cking

ellie williams x f!reader

you feel her presence drawing closer.

tw: SMUT, NOT proofread, established relationship, hunter/hunted kink, mild weapon kink (knife), power play ig, sex outside, degradation, fingering (r receiving), dom/top!ellie, sub/bottom!reader, fluff, make out, ellie’s stronger than r and can lift r

wc ✎ 1.2k

A layer of snow had fallen last night. It casted a white hue whenever one would try and look around—moonlight shining dimly through the clouds and reflecting off of the white sheet that covered everything. It was beautiful, serene. The footsteps people had played amongst the ground has now since been removed, like they never happened.

“Hey,” Ellie says, puff of smoke rising from the air she exudes, “why’re you out?”

She meets you where you stand, leaning against the patio fence. Small flakes still fall down, but less often as when they did come a few hours ago.

“Could ask you the same thing,” you look back to her, smiling a bit. She shrugs with a shy expression, gloves hands coming down onto the railing—brushing the show off.

“Asked you first.”

You sigh, looking out again, “I just—I wanna just walk away sometimes. Imagine if it just took a run through those trees to forget all that the world’s become.”

“Oh,” she huffs, “deep thinking over here.”

You make the same sound she did, mocking her, “I’m serious.”

One look at her as you pass by, stepping down the stairs—feet crunching on the inches of snow piled there. You beckon her to follow you. Once you’ve reached the bottom, you spin and toss a snowball at her chest with a laugh.

She makes an offended sound, moving quicker down the steps to meet you. Her bodies warm against you as she pushes you to the ground—stopping your assault with the snowballs. You notice how her hand bunches up beside you, snow dripping from her closed fist as she brings it closer. With a rush you hold her wrist with both hands, “nonono Ellie—don’t!—“

She has the same expression, face set as she attempts to move it closer but you’re quicker. You pull her body downward, chests meeting as do your lips. She’s entirely on you, warming you but also pushing your back further into the snow—creating this contrast of temperate.

The clump of snow she had collides back where it was, falling as she placed her hand beside your head. Her lips were a bit chapped from the cold, and you’re sure yours were too. Yet, you kept pulling her back for more.

It was meant to be a distraction, and now it’s consuming the both of you—redirecting the two of you towards something else. A shift drafting in the air, changing the mood and direction. Like a soloist piece transforming into an orchestra, thoughts and needs getting louder, growing.

You reach for a better grip, spinning her around so you’re on top. One moment she was enjoying the sight of you grinding your hips on hers, next you gave her a look and pushed snow down the back of her sweater. With a scramble you’re sliding back and rushing to stand. You kick snow up as you run and you hear the same sounds from behind you.

“Fuck,” you curse under your breath, amping up the speed after seeing how fast she’s moving.

The lower stems from the pines hit you as you rush by, brushing against your body. You breathe out your mouth, chest heaving for air. It was a sharp and almost painful feeling when the cold air hit your lungs.

You trip over a rock, body sliding side ways into the ground. The rock was hidden under the snow, surprising you when you step down right before it. It flings you, and you’re quick to whip around towards her—well where you thought she would be. You hear her, but you can’t see her. From behind a tree she emits, moon shining from behind her and casting a shadow as she stalks up.

“Giving up?” She whispers, voice rasping.

You push off the ground, finding solid ground to help you get grip. Even now, comparatively you were in a more disheveled state than her. That wasn’t the first time you tripped, but it was the only time the trip had you falling to the ground. There were other surprises in the ground, but they only caused you to stumble. Ahead was the barn, nobody around due to the fact it was late into the night. You race towards it, believing you could hide from inside.

Truly you didn’t wish to hide. You wanted her to catch you, but not without a little struggle—you’re not that easy.

You take the last few steps towards the barn, sliding and shutting the large door. And right away that proved to be useless when her hand fell around your mouth from behind. Her arms held onto you, sliding curling around you like a snake.

“Don’t try and run again,” she exhales, breath tickling your neck, “fucking got it?”

You nod, mind growing oh so fuzzy from what’s happening. She reaches behind her to pull out her switch blade—the sound of her opening it catching your attention.

“Yeah? Like that?”

She drags it down front, popping the seams that held your jacket together. Your heart beat races, sounding in your ears. The long sleeve you had on gets ripped down the center, opening yourself up for her to drag her hand down. She takes her glove off with her teeth, letting it drop along with her switch blade before she slides her freezing hand up your stomach.

You gasp behind her hand, moving to look back at her—but she jerks you to stay in the position she had you in. Face smudged on the wooden door, back against her front as she caresses you slowly.

The second she’s sliding it down the front of your pants a whine slips and you’re pressing your bottom back heavier against her.

She shushes you, “don’t make a fucking sound. Quiet.”

You gasp and writhe against her as she opens you up, fingers pressing against your walls. Each thrust has you melting, growing dizzy and seeking after her attention for more.

“Yeahyeah,I know you like this—you’re soaked.”

You jolt when she rubs at your clit, the added stimulus bringing that heat building in your core. Ellie’s lips keep coming back onto your neck, kissing and whispering sensual nonsense in your ear.

“So needy, look at you—pushing up on me like a bitch in heat or something, shit.”

Oh how you wanted to nod, agree with her because it’s true. Here you stood, shoved and fucked against a barn door after having gotten aroused being chased by her. Pathetic behavior, really. Even more so when you actually come from it all, eyes rolling back and shivering in her hole.

“So easy,” she says, kissing your cheek and spinning you so she can dress you once again, “c’mom, we need to head back.”

Not surprising really, but it turns out she had to carry you back—arms around her shoulders while your feet dangled beside her.

“I love you,” you mumble into her neck.

She turns her head momentarily to meet you for a kiss, whispering her love back.

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

Can you please write a adam somnophilia story 🥺🥺

Good f*cking morning, babe! - Adam x angel!fem!reader

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD! MINORS DNI!

Hellooo! Thank you for this request because this man had me in a chokehold lately❤️ I really hope you will like it ❤️❤️ Words: ~970 TW: cursing, somnophilia, vaginal sex, cum, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, cuddles

When Adam married you he made it clear that you were not allowed to step into Hell. He loved slaughtering demons, yes. He would've loved to do it with you, yes. But the thought of having you hurt was too much to handle, so he decided it was best this way.

Until recently, Adam would only be away during Extermination Day, returning home with a satisfied but weary smile. But as Hell's chaos deepened—especially since Lucifer’s daughter started her mission of redemption—his time away from you grew longer, the weight of his duties pulling him further from the solace he found in your arms.

He has found himself in countless meetings, his frustrations growing more and more with each day he spent away from you.

So one day, after a week of being away, he decided to pay you a visit for a few days before he had to meet Charlie again for yet another useless meeting.

It was very early when he finally returned, the sky still dark. He carefully opened the door, his heart aching with longing.

The sight that greeted him took his breath away—there you were, peacefully asleep, your wings draped elegantly over your naked form. His cock immediately hardened at the sight of your wet pussy, a golden vibrator right next to you.

The thought of you missing him this much was truly arousing. Without further thought, he discarded his mask and robe, the cool air brushing against his skin as he climbed into bed. His fingers traced your thighs with reverence, his touch light and almost hesitant as if not to disturb the serene image before him. But as he neared your core, the sight of your glistening folds made him lose his composure. “You’ve missed me, haven’t you?” he murmured, his voice husky with emotion. His finger ran through your slickness, drawing a soft moan from your lips that sent a shiver down his spine.

"You naughty little slut…" he whispered, his tone both teasing and affectionate, as his mouth descended to your clit. He lavished attention upon you, his tongue moving with a desperate hunger, but his gaze remained fixed on your face, watching every twitch and shudder, each reaction making his heart swell with love and lust. The taste of you, so familiar yet intoxicating, made him dizzy with need, his fingers moving slowly inside you, savouring every moment.

He moved his hand to his cock, pumping it while eating you out, smearing the precum all over it.

"Fuck..." he whispered, not able to hold on any longer. He climbed on top of you, aligning his dick to your hole. He rubbed your folds with his tip, coating it in your slick juices.

“Fuck… I’ve missed this,” he whispered as he entered you, his movements slow and deliberate, almost reverent. He watched your face, his breath catching as your eyes fluttered open, the realization of his presence dawning on you. But before you could fully grasp the situation, he pulled out and slammed back in, the sudden intensity drawing a gasp from your lips, your body arching into him.

"Fuck~ What?!" you gasped, but he pinned you down, his fingers tightly grabbing your neck.

"I've never seen you so wet, babe," he growled, his voice low and rough, each thrust harder and more desperate than the last. But there was a tenderness in the way he held you, the way his hand found your hair, pulling gently as he kissed you with a fervour that spoke of just how much he had missed you. When he grabbed the vibrator and pressed it against your clit, the vibrations sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, the intensity almost too much to bear.

You felt your orgasm building with every thrust, the pleasure so overwhelming that you clung to him, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I missed you… so much,” you gasped, your words coming out in ragged breaths as you teetered on the edge. His face was buried in your neck, his lips brushing against your skin as he groaned in response.

"I noticed, babe!" he laughed between grunts, going crazy at how hard you were squeezing his cock. "Where do you want it?" he asked, feeling himself getting close too, his moves growing sloppy.

"Inside, Adam! Please! Fill me up!"

As your climax hit, your entire body tensed, your walls squeezing around him so tightly that he could barely move. The pressure, the heat, it was all too much, and with a few final, powerful thrusts, he followed you over the edge, spilling himself deep inside you.

He collapsed onto you, both of you trembling from the aftershocks, your hearts pounding in unison.

“You should have… warned me you were coming,” you teased, your fingers running through his hair as he nuzzled into your neck. His embrace tightened around you as if he never wanted to let go.

"And what would've happened to my surprise?" he smirked against the skin of your neck, placing small kisses on it.

"You should surprise me like this more often... I'd love to wake up every morning this way."

"Thank Lucifer's brat for keeping me away from you so much time..."

You cupped his face, making him look at you, his yellow eyes looking at you in ways not many have managed to see before.

"I love you, Adam... I missed you..." you whispered.

He pulled you closer. "I'd do anything to kill those fucks so I wouldn't have to be away that much... But as long as I will find you here when I return, I am grateful for it..." he said, his words sincere, full of compassion. "I love you too, baby..."

Tags: @ratsematary @diffidentphantom @littlebluefishtail @helreyy

[waffledforbreakfast]

Too Many Beds - [Yandere!Reo x F!Reader]

Tw: Yandere, female reader, long hair, unestablished relationship, brief mentions of injury, suggestive (NO smut), swearing, cringe, etc.

[Bllk Oneshot Masterlist] [Bllk Headcannon Masterlist]

inspired by the reverse tropes

You sat on Reo’s bed, having been invited by the boy for a simple hangout to catch up since you missed class that day due to your leg injury.

“No wayyy seriously!?”

You looked at Reo with wide eyes and an excited smile as he told you about the fight that occurred early at school that morning

“Yea. There was blood everywheree, I think the girl got her nose broken… and she just got her nose job too!”

Reo laughed along with you, never losing focus on the happy glint in your eyes

It’s a shame you weren’t there to see it. Reo worked so hard to get the two to fight. So many hours he spent on call with the both of them, pressing lies and threats to get them both to snap at each other. He wished you could’ve seen it happen in front of your very eyes, his great masterpiece for the day. Would you be proud of him? Praise him? He wishes he could’ve found out. Oh well, there’s always next time.

“HA! Serves her right! She pushed me down the stairs yesterday!"

Reo nodded. He couldn’t agree more. The f[/]cking b[/]tch shouldn’t have even laid eyes on you. No one deserves that pleasure but him. And especially not someone like her. People who don’t acknowledge your grace don’t deserve to walk this earth.

But he also hated himself for not being there for you. He should’ve caught you in his arms, he should’ve never let you get injured. He'll kill the girl for doing something like that to you

Your phone rang; your mother was calling.

“Hm? Oh yea I’m doing good, having fun!”

Reo smiled. He was glad you were enjoying everything he so carefully set up. As you checked in with your mother, he also went through his own notifications, texting a few people.

“Ah, Reo, I think I should get going… It’s already 9pm after all”

WHAT. No- right now? Why? WHY? WHAT WAS HE DOING WRONG?

“Are you sure? It’s raining really badly outside…”

Reo glanced out the window. Rain droplets were flying at and crazy fast speed, loud ping-panging was heard both the roof (since you two were on the top floor) and the windows

“Was it always raining?”

Thank lord the assistants got the text in time. 

You tilted your head, covering your phone with your hand

“I uh- think so, we must’ve been to caught up in conversation lol…Actually- Why don’t you just stay the night? Tomorrows a weekend after all! Plus it wouldn’t be wise for you to go home this late. I just want you to be safe.”

You hesitated, before turning back to your phone, asking your mother if it’d be okay to stay over

“Honey, are you sure? Do you really trust this guy? Where are you going to sleep, do you have extra clothing, tooth brushes, towels, are you sure about this?”

Reo nodded frantically at you with a plastered smile

“We have multiple beds on this floor, a guest bathroom that comes with everything you’ll need, and extra clean clothes. I promise you’ll be safe with me.”

Reo spoke loudly, to make sure your mother picked up on what he said.

You relayed it to your mom, asking her again for permission. After a half minute, your face lit up and quickly threw out multiple thank-yous. You shot Reo a quick "👌" and he smiled as he put his hands together 

“Great! I’ll get everything setup then” 

He tried to keep his voice as stable as possible, but he felt like he was going to die from happiness.

Reo’s heart was beating out of his chest, he could feel his entire body pulse with excitement. You were staying the night, with him. Reo couldn’t stop smiling, he felt like rolling on the floor giggling with excitement, he was ready to die after this night for all he cared.

But he had to keep himself composed in front of you. He could freak out after you left.

“Do you need to shower? I can show you the way”

You nodded as you stood up, leaving your phone on his desk

“The guest bathroom is a bit far… My bathroom’s closer! Would you prefer that?” “Sure, I really don’t mind”

The guest bathroom was really only a room or two down from his.

Reo showed you the way, and grabbed a few of his T-shirts and shorts and handed them to you.

“Pick whatevers most comfortable with you! I hope you don’t mind wearing something that’s mine…” “It’s fine really. No need to be so uptight”

You smiled and waved it off

Reo nearly exploded. He burst into a smile as he tried to squash it down. You didn’t mind wearing something he wore. You didn’t mind. What if he gave you his hoodie? Would you wear that? Oh, he’d give you his skin if you so wanted.

As you showered, Reo headed back to his room. He sat down at the desk where your phone was. And with shaking hands, he picked up your phone and flipped it around in his hands.

You touch your phone everyday. We wished you’d touch him even once. Your fingertips tracing his jawline the same way they’d trace the edge of your phone. Poke his checks the same way you’d pressed the buttons. Decorate and dress him the same way you’d change your phone case and phone charm. Oh how he wished he could be around you as often as your phone was.

Hell, even throw him across the room the same way you do to it. Throw him on the bed like you do to your phone after a long day. Then check that it wasn’t cracked afterwards from the impact. Turn to him anytime you have a question like you would to your phone. Was it possible to be jealous of an inanimate object?

"Are you snooping through my phone?”

You playfully glared at Reo with an irritated smile

“No no no- See? I haven’t even bothered trying to unlock it!”

He showed you your phone, still on the black screen having not been turned on

“I just wanted to see your lock screen- I swear-”

Reo laughed, a tone of panic and desperation in his voice. Please believe him. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t trust him…

You looked at him skeptically, but let him off with a shrug.

“Do you have a hair dryer or anything?” “Oh yea! Let me help you”

Fuck, you looked amazing. the way you looked in his clothing, your hair dripping wet, leaving stains on his shirt. God he loved you

Reo reached under the bed and pulled it out, unwrapping the cord and plugging it in. He smiled and signaled for you to sit on the bed in front of you

He hummed contently, running his fingers through your hair as he held the hairdryer. 

"Your hair is beautiful. Would you ever consider doing a shampoo ad or something? You’d look amazing on the cover of a magazine” 

Ah, this caught you off guard- but you thanked him as you smiled to yourself at the complement 

“Think this is the best I can do… Is it okay?”

He turned the hair dryer off, and ruffled your hair lightly

You nodding, running your hands through your hair. Most of it was dry, but the tips were still a bit wet, though that wasn’t a problem.

“You said you have extra rooms?” “Oh… Yea, I guess so…”

Why don’t you stay in my room? What’s wrong with staying with me? I cleaned everything just for you, everything's hidden- THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH MY ROOM. STAY HERE. PLEASE.

“but they’re all supper small- I don’t think you’ll like them” “That’s alright, anything will work for the night” “Well- my bed’s bigger than all the other ones…" “Didn’t you say there were multiple guest rooms…?” “...But- I really don’t mind you staying in my bed…”

Shit. What was he going to say to get you to stay? He should’ve never said there were other rooms. What if he told you the other rooms had rat infestations- no, you’d be disgusted by him….

Bam!

The loudest strike of thunder sounded. It was so loud it was almost unnatural…

“You know what- nevermind. I think I’ll stay with you tonight…”

You laughed awkwardly, body shaking a bit from the sudden bang. You hated thunder.

Reo smiled he’d be sure to give the assistants a raise after tonight

He set everything up. Gave you a cute plushie and brought over extra blankets in case you got cold, a cup of water, and charged your phone. Whatever you wanted, really.

“You gonna come to bed yet? It’s almost 11….”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes half asleep 

Reo wished he could see this sight every night. He swore in that moment on his heart that he’d marry you

“Yup, just turning off the lights.”

He flicked a few switches and the room blacked out. A few moments after Reo joined you under the blankets

“Goodnight, Reo.” “Goodnigh, my love” “Mh?” “I said Goodnight, [Y/N].”

BONUS He may or may not have set a quiet alarm (to no wake you) so he could stare at your face for a few hours... and to preorder breakfast!

A/N: Played around with the formatting here... AND I STILL SUCK AT WRITING SO FORGIVE ME [SOBSOBSOB] anyway i love reo 💜

[runwhileyoucan]

I feel insain but I love theses two sm

How do I explain the fact that Balthazar and Crowley are the angel/demon version of one another

[hobiebrownismygod]

Thinking about comforting Hobie after a tough battle + Analysis/Rant at the end GN! Reader x Hobie Brown

TW: None

This is my first fic/headcanon so feedback is greatly appreciated 💜

He comes home covered in blood, visibly exhausted from whatever he’d been doing before. You were sitting in the living room, leaning against a pillow on the couch, quietly reading a book when you heard the door creak open. Your head whips toward the sound and your eyes widen when you see Hobie walking toward you, a dead expression on his face, no more jokes left to be made. You sit up straight, mouth forming to ask a question but you don’t get the chance. He plops down on the couch and pulls you into a bear hug, burying his face in your neck and breathing in your scent quietly, a soft sigh escaping from his lips as he practically melts into you. Your hands slowly run up his back, gently tracing your fingers over his sore muscles, feeling the fabric of his shirt fold just slightly as you rub his back, eliciting another sigh from his lips. “Missed you, sunshine,” he whispered quietly. “I missed you too."

Ranting/Slight Analysis below the cut cuz why tf is Hobie so sexualized on Tumblr? Where is the fluff and angst??

I'm so sick of seeing Hobie so heavily sexualized in peoples' posts. He doesn't do anything sexual or even remotely romantic in the movie, and doesn't even have a confirmed love interest in either ATSV or his comic series. I think the main reason people are sexualizing him so much, is because he's an attractive black man, and people heavily stereotype male black characters in the media as aggressive. I'm not gonna do a deep-dive into this because I really haven't done that much research, but I've noticed that we rarely see any Hobie Brown fluff or angst that doesn't end in heavy smut and I find that very unsettling. Not only is there very few SFW fan fictions of him, even in those fanfictions, the "reader"/y/n is given as many issues as possible and is always the one being comforted or being saved. He's literally a black man surviving a fascist dictatorship in the extremely racist and misogynistic era of the 1970s. There is NO way this man doesn't have heavy trauma as a result of this, considering the fact that he's also canonically killed two people. Why aren't fanfictions and headcanons addressing this? Why don't we have any Hobie x Reader fanfictions where the reader actually cares about Hobie's emotions and not just about f*cking him? Because I'd love to see that.

I'm probably gonna draft an actual analysis of his sexualization on Tumblr eventually, so if y'all see any posts that do that please tag me or if have anything feedback or anything to say, please let me know <3

Have a Hobie for getting to the end! He's so pretty 😭

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 IV

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Whew! Got a lil’ steamy- I mean, carried away. Yes, carried away.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: If you are under the age of 18. Shoo! Go away! Skedaddle! Why you reading this in the first place? Be responsible for/of yourself.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams (Forgive, I’m not helping you. :) )

TW // Cursing, Smut/NSFW, Filthy, Yandere theme?

This…This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I couldn’t have imagined myself in the bath with my Astartes. Never would I have thought that he’d indulge in such things, much less with an human.

Didn’t they have female Astartes or something? Surely they do? How else could they increase their numbers?

“Ah- F*ck!” I cried out, desperately trying to hold onto something as the Alpha Legion in front of me thrusted in, and out. A slurred coo spilling from his lips.

All I wanted was to take a bath after a particularly hard day. There was a lot more Astartes in town than usual. Streams were being a little noisy, and demanding. So I’d figure I’d reward myself with a little bubble bath. Not expecting Hydra, to join me in it.

At first, it was somewhat casual as Hydra stood on the side watching. Sometimes mumbling in his own language at me that I have yet to understand. Then, he started to take off his armor that I have properly cleaned for him, dropping them to the side of the bathroom wall. I was surprised the tile didn’t crack.

A blush painted my cheeks as I looked away from the undressing Astartes. Not willing to get caught looking at his bare form while the water moved around me as he simply tucked himself in behind me.

A light rumble leaving him as I refused to look at him. The sound of the water moving just registering in my ears as he reached over and pulled me flush against him.

His breath fanning against my neck. I could feel everything of him against my back. Every. Little. Thing.

I was frozen within his hold. Not a logical thought coming through my mind, besides how soft and gentle he was tracing my back, all the way down to my thighs. How unbelievably slow he was being, taking his time.

It took some more of his gentle touches, purrs, and hot whispers in my neck to fully relax in his hold. Letting him caress my body as he pleased, a satisfied rumble coming from him. His hand dragging closer, and closer to my inner thighs.

Yelping out in surprise. Water splashing over the tub. I could feel the smirk of his lips on my neck as his finger slowly pushed in through my walls. A rough hand keeping me in place by the neck while I whined at the stretch. His teeth, and tongue slowly nipping, and lapping at the other side of my neck.

F-F*cking bastard loved to surprise.

I bit my lip, desperate to keep in a moan as he slowly slid his finger in, and out, again, and again. The bubbles above the water moving with the moments.

My hips suddenly jurked forward, chasing that split second feeling that erupted my body into flames. Hydra softly purring in my ear as he didn’t hesitate to plunge just a little deeper with his fingers.

“F*ck!” I cursed. Throwing my head back on his shoulder. His mouth slowly attacking at the side of my face, following it down to my jaw and neck. His other hand moving, dragging down to my chest, keeping me pinned against him.

A whine escaped my throat while Hydra cooed in response. His nose nuzzling into my collarbone as he added another finger inside of me. The stretch feeling unbelievable.

When was the last time I got laid? F*ck, when was the last time I even had something like this?

Closing my eyes, another whine escaped my lips. My brain going fuzzy as I tucked my head under his. A sweet sounding purr vibrating through his throat while I laid there, basking in the afterglow. Trying to catch my breath.

A mix between and rumbled an a purr came from Hydra while I moved my head from his neck. Barely registering how the water gotten cold.

I think, the aftermath was more relaxing than the bath itself anyways.

Shakily, lifting myself off Hydra, and stepping out of the bathtub. Hydra cooed in a questioning, almost worried manner.

“Don’t worry, the bath had just gotten cold.” I stated, leaning over to give him a kiss to his jaw when the little sh*t turned, giving a proper kiss to me. Eyes shining with mischief as he turned it into a full on out make-out session.

Just where did he learn all of this stuff?!

“Hydra…” I managed to pant out his name between his greedy kisses. Pulling away from him when I needed air. A cute little whine leaving him “Oh hush, you mischievous thing.”

Turning my back on him. I heard him rise from the bath while I grabbed a towel from under the sink. Not getting a chance to wrap it around myself as I got picked up, and sat on the counter top. Where the main session began.

-

“F*ck, Hydra!” I moaned out his name. His hips losing their rhythm at the call out before readjusting. A low growl coming from him while I clenched around him. His c*ck hitting the spot inside of me just right.

All sorts of sinful sounds left my mouth as he hit that spot again, and again. Black dots clouding my vision as he cooed, and chuffed at me. Not relenting his pace.

The building up was more quick than the last, and desperate for immediate release, body on flames. My hand dragged across my stomach. Briefly feeling just how much he was inside of me. How much bigger he was.

A pitiful whine left my throat when Hydra took ahold of my hand from my bud, and pinned it to the counter top. His mouth huffing, and snarling in my ear. Occasionally nipping, and bitting at my shoulder.

Oh Please, make more of the your little sounds my little Serpent.

“H-Hydra!”

Yes, yes, come on- just a few more. Please my little Serpent.

“Hydra! F-f*ck!” I cried out, body’s stilling. Vision blacking out for a moment more. His release flooding inside of me, tongue lapping at my collarbone.

F****ck, I’m gonna have to look up what it means to get f*cked by an Astartes. God damn.

—

They, were unworthy.

Unworthy of her time, her gaze, and grace, her presence. Simply too weak to provide such strength they proclaim to have. Even in groups.

A dishonor they would have been.

Darling, let me show you what true providence is.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 V

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗 III

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥: “𝕮𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖔𝖗” 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖙

[deesseshesca]

PAC : Life update 

 DING ! DING ! DING ! Last stretch before school start again. 

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Good evening,pretty souls, let’s check out your last run around the block before you go back to being responsible. 

Choose the image that’s speak to you and allow yourself to soak ONLY what’s reasoning with YOUR SITUATION 

Rules and Disclaimer 

I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

TW: DV,Addiction

PILE 1 

What’s going on inside your mind ? 

Star (reverse), Ace swords (Reverse),1122

STOP PLAYING THE VICTIM 

You guys are overwhelmed with everything that’s going on in your life. You need to work towards a happy life. I’m hearing, ‘’ BUT I’M ALREADY DOING IT !’’. B*itch calm down. You are not doing it. You are so used to sadness that when nothing is happening in your life, you choose to fill that void with sad music, gut wrenching books or trauma full movies. Even in times of peace you CHOOSE to feel bad and the fact that you can’t even recognize how mess it is. Just show how deep in the victim mentality you really are. 

STOP MOVING GOALS 

Stop following that unexpected willpower at 3 am. Is probably a manic episode but anyway… I digress, stop thinking you can change your life overnight. You need to go one step at a time. Wake up and schedule what you can do. Not what you want to do. And allow grace to be with you, because even if you fail just know you are actively working towards something great. Then just that on its own is worth a standing ovation. 

What does the heart want ? 

You are dealing with a super bad person, I felt like punching him/her a couple times through my screen. Him/Her cheated on you, broke up with you and expected you to stay faithful. How the heck on this green earth does that F*CKING work ?!

Ace swords, Tower (reverse) 

Open communication 

Your relationship may be facing challenges (alter ego: YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS IN THE GUTTER) and you need to allow yourself to speak up (alter ego: what are you.. a dog ? Why do you have to ask permission to speak). Right now, you don’t speak. You are even scared to voice your emotion because you are scared he/she will flip on you. Which usually ends up withyou  running in the bathroom crying and then him/she yelling like an animal. He/she abuses you verbally. You know, they know, I know you are one fight away from them connecting their fist to your face. Instead of leaving, you are reminiscing about all the time you have spent on this relationship. Babe is time to choose. You OR this relationship (Alter-ego: Girl/Boy that’s no relationship, that’s a toxic mess. They deserve to feel my wra-)

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PILE 2 

Check in: You have big boobs. Way bigger than normal and you love it. Most people in your situation may wish to have a reduction but you love it there. If you are an owner of a ‘’d’’, you may have a big d. That’s it,that’s all. 

What's going on inside your mind ? 

9 cups (reverse), Ace Pentacles (Reverse) 

Not everything that glitter is gold 

There is a contract that’s going to be presented to you. First you do deserve recognition. You've been putting in the work, the hours and you BEEN patient. Now is finally time to reap what you sow but be careful the same way you know your potential. The same way others see it and see big profit. Before you sign your life away in a slave contract that’s going leave you broker than broke, plz read all the little characters on the paper. 

You act like you are better than everyone. Nothing is ever good enough and nobody can seem to please you. You are full of yourself. You are so F*CKING immature 

CUT ! You have a very toxic family and that’s what they think of you. If you were looking for confirmation, here u go 

What does the heart want ? 

King pentacles, Hierophant 

You are in a happy and secure relationship. They are generous, dependable and very protective over you. They don’t care about anyone except you. They've been telling you that your family is your number one enemy. You refuse to take their opinion in. They want to get married, have children and fill out taxes with you and only you. Go ahead Pile 2, send them that pinterest board with all your wedding requirements, they will love it ! I sense that you are as possessive with them as they are with you. Awww, I love some equally possessive couple. Plus, they will do anything to have you and KEEP you. 

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PILE 3 

What’s going on inside your mind ?

Ace cups , 3 cups (reverse) 

You might be a functioning addict. 

GO GET THAT PREGNANCY TEST 

Plan B failed. Trust me babe, better now than later. Clench your coins and go check on the 2 bars. 

NO MORE ‘’Get it Sexyy’’ 

You might be trying to run away from  the truth but Pile 3, you need to stop and sober up. You have an alcohol/weed addiction. You are so exhausted. Just to keep up, you were pondering on trying some other drugs. Stop babe. Right now you don’t like the people you are surrounded with but you lost all contact with your family. Making amends with them is your best bet, I know it can be hard. But better you spend time trying to get better than wasting it away unhappy knowing damn well you have too much to offer to the world. 

What does the heart want ?

Ace cup (Reverse), knight wands, 

They STILL and FOREVER want you 

You know you f*ck up. They loved you. Treated you well and just because they question your commitment a little too much to your liking. You went out of your way to show them you did not need them. I feel like you guys were at a party or the club and you kiss someone randomly. Now there is no contact. There is no official break up but there’s no communication going on between y’all. This is prime self-sabotage. You know damn well all they wanted was some communication, just to prove that they matter to you. They feel like you treat them like a simple sneaky link and it ain’t fair. Especially when you know they are the only ones in the corner. You know, they know, I know: they are going nowhere. They are so attracted by your independence and charisma but you keep using your quality against him/she.

 

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Much love, Shesca 

PILE 4 

You worked very hard to finally enjoy the life you have right now. Going on trip, exclusive pool party and twerking your a*s with your ratchet friends. You always save from pregnancy scared. Damn girl, you are lucky. If you are a man, you know damn well you should not be hitting it raw. But you did it anyway, lucky for you no pregnancy and no disease. 

What’s going on in your mind ? 

10 pentacles, Death (reverse), 3333, 

Keep working hard and playing harder. 

Expansion is on the horizon . I’m talking to the nail artists that love creating crazy drawings in all types of fonts, hair stylists that excel in dying hair, lash tech that are always book and mua that finally got their social media success. Is time to dream big. I'm talking about your own studio, your own lash equipment, your own hair care or even your own 1:1 teaching class. 

Kill the devil 

Don’t let the bad thoughts make you doubt the legitimacy of your success. Babe you did ! YOU ! All on your own. 

What does the heart want ? 

King wands (reverse), 8 pentacles (reverse), ‘’Yes! I cheated’’ 

Y’all are messing with the baby daddy of someone. At the time you did not know and did not care. As of now, you still don’t give a f*ck. Like that’s not your business that he cheated on her with you. All you care about is to have a good much. And he is, so he stays in rotation. If you are a man, you don’t care that she has a boyfriend at home. If she wants to suck your nuts then be it. Is not your fault she’s begging for it. Might as well make her dream come true. 

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Much love, Shesca 

[xiaos-wedded-partner]

Proposing to Wanderer♡

|WANDERER × GN!READER|

Contents: Fluff, and a very flustered lil puppet boy.

TW: none.

100% proofread♡

Hai:) I have no idea how to work tumblr, or what the customs and things are(I'm from wattpad. Disappointing, I know🫠.) But, I do hope you like this:)

(I definitely used a Character.ai bot I made to help with this because writers block grabs me in a f*cking CHOKEHOLD—)

Warning, maybe a little ooc<3

Wanderer was minding his business up until a few hours ago. Oh, how he longed for that silence now...

While he definitely likes having you around, heck, maybe he even loves it. – Though he'd rather swallow a cryo slime whole than tell you. – He felt he needed some space today. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen.

"H-hey!! What are you doing?!" He barked. Confused and honestly, slightly annoyed. Feeling the cold metal against his ring finger as you slid a ring with a light blue jewel onto his finger.

He looked from the ring, back to you. Unsure what to say in a situation like this, no one had ever even kissed him. Let alone proposed! How was he supposed to deal with this? To deal with you? With how his stomach felt so tingly and warm?? Ugh! he felt weak in the legs. Like he was about to kneel infront of you like some sort of fool.

"You- dare! I-" He raised a hand with his pointer finger up, as if to scold you. Like a mother about to discipline a child, before he stopped. Realising he stumbled over his words already. The sheer embarrassment from doing so left his face red, feeling his cheeks burn up as he held the rim of his hat and looked away. Hiding his face from you and mumbling a faint something.

It really didn't help with how you were looking at him, with that dumb little grin of yours. You looked so proud of yourself, too. Why? You had achieved nothing from this so far. Unless you actually wanted to see him — a usually calm, reserved and collected person. — A blushing and stuttering mess. He didn't see how you'd get any sort of happiness from that, but he didn't understand humans in general.

"What exactly were you trying to do?" His right eye twitched a bit, still ever so slightly annoyed as he slowly looked back at you. You looked as happy as a 7 year old who had plotted how to steal cookies.

...And succeeded.

"Well, what do you think I'm doing? What do people usually ask when they give another person a ring?" His eyes focused on your lips as you spoke. His ears ringing with the soft melody of your voice. Your words could be as dumb and headache inducing as ever, and he'd still grit his teeth and bear through it to simply hear that soft voice of yours.

Music to his mechanical ears.

He took a moment to process your words, letting them sink in as he tried to comprehend what you were asking. He looked down at the ring on his finger, feeling its snug fit. How suddenly soothing the cold metal was to him now. He turned his head to look back at you, his eyes observing every detail, pore and hair on your face.

He felt his cheeks heat up again. He watched as yours did too. And he finally decides to respond to you. Taking a step forward, one of his hands holding your wrist, he brought your hand up to feel his thumping chest. Murmuring four soft words in response.

"Will you marry me..?"

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Hope you liked it. Just double checking. GN means gender neutral, right?♡

I got inspired from this image off Pinterest<3

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[engr4vedlesso]

《Not a wink of sleep~

《 Pairing: Lady Lesso x !sick !never reader

《 I think purple and green go well together ;)

Tw: !cursing

"I didn't sleep.." You groaned turning over to meet Hester's glare on your body.

"Are you serious." Anadil sighed and turned on her lamp, brushing aside her white hair covering her red eyes. Narrowing them at your fidgeting fingers.

"Well I can get an extra 2 minutes.." Dot wearily said covering her head from Anadil's bright lamp.

"I'm serious.." You sat up, "I drank a cup of warm milk before going to sleep, but I didnt.." Letting out a silent groan your head found its way into your pillow and you internally screamed.

Hester snickered, Anadil followed suit and Dot groaned taking the covers off of her head getting out of bed.

Soon Hester laughed allowing all three of them to laugh and you to sulk. The moment was trashed by Dot ripping open the dark curtains (They have curtains >:(..) making Anadil dive under her bedsheets.

"Time for breakfast!" Dot exclaimed making you all groan.

Anadil looked at your tired form. "You look like you get by with 1 hour of sleep every night. I wont even sugar coat it." Anadil said and chuckled.

As you all walked to your side of the hall, an ever had tripped infront of you twisting her ankle.

"Oh sh_t, are you alright..?" You panicked kneeling down to throw her arm around your shoulder hearing a faint whisper of "yes, I'm fine, thank you.."

"I'll catch up with you lot, go on.." You said walking with the girl.

"But.. you know what will happen.." Dot warned and you smiled.

Making your way to the ever's side of the hall a bunch of fairies blocked your way, looking behind you.

"Hello, uhm, I have to take this girl to the infirmary.. do you know where that.." You trailed off hearing the sound of heavy footsteps and clinking armor behind you.

"You've got to be f*cking me.." You whispered and set the ever down on a nearby chair making the fairies yelp in surprise.

"Look, you take care of her, while I get taken care of.." You narrowed your eyes as your hands were restrainted around your back.

"My name is Kasia by the way!" she winced as you were thrashed to the side by the wolves.

"Pleasure to meet you!" You said presenting your best smile at her from a distance.

"Oh dear, Kasia, you alright?" Another ever ran to her aid.

"Yes, Aaliyah I'm fine.." she winced again as Aaliyah supported her limp to the infirmary.

The wolves shoved you into the icey cold chamber and and clasped the chains around your wrists, ankles and neck almost stringing you up.

"Pleasant customer service.. I rate it.. a 1 out of 5 stars.." You laughed as the wolves growled making sure you were secured.

They then left without a word, you sweatdropped. (The version of the doom room is from the book, I may use both appearances from the book and movie.)

Your head met the wall behind you letting you close your eyes. "What an upgrade.. this room is right beneath the Dean's classroom.. she said it was warmer.. not colder." You let a toothy smirk grace you features.

You heard the sound of rubber gloves coming in contact against skin as well as the clicking of heels against the stone floor and stopped smirking. (I think she'd look hot in gloves..)

'Dont tell me its..' you thought leaning you head off of the wall. Your startled eyes were met with crazy curly copper hair.

"Beast went missing, so I have to deal with you brats.." Lesso muttered looking up before a smug smirk lit up her face. "This is wonderful.." Lesso let out a giggle and pulled on her gloves with her canines, smirking.

With a groan your head hit the back of the wall again, closing your eyes.

"What the hell," You laughed. "I thought a wolf was supposed to be ridding me of my sanity?" You shot a glare at Lesso as her body inched closer to yours. She hid her face in your shoulder and undid your restraints, stepping away.

"What the.." You almost fell but she caught you pulled you closer by your waist. "Why are you treating me like this..?" You muttered, eyes almost closing due to the close proximity of the two bodies.

"You didnt sleep last night, did you.." Lesso glared and took your face in her hands, staring off into your eyes. You dozed off into hers, your body felt weak.. (weak ash :) ) allowing the darkness to envelope your vision.

You woke up in a unfamiliar looking room and observed your surroundings. You looked down, beside you and saw the messy red head staring at you with a wicked smile.

You flinched back and was pinned to the bed by both of your arms. She then straddled your legs and looked down at you with a frown of authority.

"You're not going anywhere.. You're sick." She said and snapped making belts appear like snakes in the air and dove down to your wrists, ankles, and waist.

You blushed and tried to sit up but the pressure of Lesso on your lap wouldnt let you. With a groan you relaxed onto the bed and submitted to her attempt to get you still.

She was wearing a black vest with matching black pants and tie, complementing her white shirt.

Her hand felt your forehead, she saw your red cheeks and thought you were burning up. A look of realization was plastered on her face, then contorted to one of pride. She hopped off of the bed and walked to get a cold cloth from the bathroom.

You looked to the side and avoided eye contact when she placed it upon your forehead.

"I know you would much prefer my hands instead, but this will have to substitute.." She smugly said not before scratching under your chin as if you were a cat with her long finger nails, she kissed your forehead.

You let out an unintentional whimper, before folding your lips. Pulling on her trench coat, and gripping her cane, she sauntered out leaving you with a flustered expression in her bed.

[mbrainspaz]

tw- venting about really gross racism encounter

have I mentioned I f*cking hate it here? f*ck. What's sad is that I wasn't even shocked anymore. It's sad but it's also why I was able to dodge and roll with the punches for once. I was over at a local ranch signing papers to move my horse—this place is cheaper and much closer to my rental—and this is a private property that's graciously letting me in so we were just sitting on the porch, havin' a chin wag as ya do. Signing papers. They were misgendering me but there are places where you correct and educate and there are places where you resign to playing an average casually-christian midwestern dog lady in order to get what you want, and this was the latter. They're always too oblivious to notice the pentacle necklace and pride flags so it doesn't take much effort. We got to talkin' about travel and all kinds of things. I mentioned I was going on a little trip to New Orleans soon. The guy—man of the house or whatever—goes, "thing is, you can't trust them blacks. They're vicious. Watch out for them." The worst part—I wasn't stunned. Not after 7ish years working on texas ranches. I turned away to hide my disgust a little bit and said, "No. It's poverty and desperation that drive folks to crime and it's got nothin' to do with race." Was my face bright red? Probably. But I didn't shake. It's still terrifying trying to stand up to guys like that on their own turf. I could tell the wife and their lodger were uncomfortable too, but they didn't say anything. He didn't press the issue but I doubt what I said reached a single neuron in his deep fried boomer brain. It's just... f*ck. I want so badly to find a community and build connections and everywhere I go these dumbass racist people are so f*cking disappointing. As I was getting up to leave he said some bs about giving him a call if I ever needed someone to 'defend' me and I was like... "Thanks, I've never had that problem before." At least partially because I'm also a man, ffs.

[delilahcalicocat]

Darling~ [part 2]

TWs: Mild Smut Folks 🤠, Talking full on Kinky sh!t, Yandere personality traits, Use of Pet Names such as: Darling, Doll, Pet, and Star.

Rating: Probably 18+

Warnings: Handcuffs, Mild Degradation, Pet Play, and the Fem! Reader wearing a special "Choker" for Nick, Throat F*cking, small amount of 🔪 play (Yandere Nick AU)

NSFW below the cut

Not proofread

WC: 3k+

You had just arrived at the Hotel with Nick, you got settled into your room and were catching up on stuff.

"Hey Nick.. I went to my favorite store while you were away and got some stuff.."

You mentioned to him

"What kind of stuff?" He questioned you

"I have it in my bag, hold on.." You said

You walked into the bathroom and were in there for a solid 10 minutes, until you walked out into the bedroom area again, this time. A sparkly blue Collar like Choker adorned your neck it read "Nick's" you had gotten it custom made for you two, and on the back of it. It had a latch for a chain.

"So what do you think?" You smiled

"It looks nice." Nick said

"Really? It's "Nice"? Wow." Your smile gone

"It'd look better if you were on-" He sighed

"Your knees." He then said

Your face flushed with a sudden heat, warmth spread across your cheeks

"N-Nick!" You exclaimed with a red face

"How dare you!" You blushed

You didn't want to admit it, but after the whole loss at revolution, you were in for it tonight.

"How do you want to play this game?"

He quizzed you

"I... uh... got a set of handcuffs?"

You stuttered out

"Good, we'll need them." He smirked

A few seconds later, he put the cuffs onto your wrists, the plush fur having a vise grip on your wrists

"If you want me to stop. Hit the cuffs together twice got it?" He said

All you could do is nod.

"Alright." He sighed, "Ready?" He asked

You nodded again, he then began to attach the Chain Leash to your Collar, he smirked at his work

"Your such a good girl doll~" He hummed

He then pushed himself into your mouth.

"Look at my little Star~ always obedient like she should be.." He said, watching you slowly move until you get a little faster

"I've waited for this for far too long Darling~"

He Said, still watching you work

You kept your composure and continued your work, until he finally finished, he fell back into the chair behind him, and you stood up, still connected to the leash and unable to move your wrists

"Do you think your done?" He chuckled

"Well you're not, on those knees now. Don't make me punish you Pet." He growled

You got back on your knees, that were now reddened from the rough fibers of the hotel carpet. And sat until Nick spoke.

This time he didn't exactly speak, he got out his small pocket knife and grazed your skin with it, watching you bleed a bit.

He inhaled a shaky breath and sighed

"Doll, I'm obsessed with you, I wouldn't let anyone hurt you in this world." He said

He undid your leash and handcuffs

"My brother thinks I'm just overprotective, but I'm not..." He said

He put the knife away after cleaning it up and gave you one of his shirts to sleep in, he cleaned up your scar too and lazily got dressed before plopping into the hotel bed with you for the night

{♤} Thank you for reading! {♤}

Would you like a part 3?

[demivampirew]

For someone like me who never cared about a celebrity's personal life and never will, I feel this is the best time to be a fan of Henry. Finally he's free from DC studios and their cgi faces, he's free from Lauren's tw and the vast majority of the fan base is with him (100% of the comments on the official trailer are just praise for him and hate for the writing), he is working with talented directors and he's preparing his own universe not to mention that he looks better than ever (love these curls and stubble).

On the contrary, I feel we're at the worse time to be fans of Henry.

-I don't enjoy the arguments about whether he was fired or not (he was) and people questioning his acting skills

-I don't appreciate the rumors about why he left people talking sh*t about him (it makes my blood boil but I don't have the energy to argue about that)

-And mainly, I don't appreciate the way he's been treating the fandom. He ignores us and blames it on us because he's sh*t at keeping his private life private. Don't want people to talk about your personal life and speculate about it? Then keep it private! Don't share information about your girlfriend, don't follow her instagram (you didn't do it with the others, Henry). Tell your girlfriend that for privacy reasons it should be best to make her Instagram private, instead of getting a verification and start acting like an influencer, posting personal stuff, like doxing the rentals and the new house. And she should stop posting the hour she's living in to let us know she's in the Uk, when her job is in LA, so we confirm she's abusing her privilage to work and probably Uk work visa indications -she's not there because is needed for her job, she's there because she needs to be with him to be important. Without Henry she's a nobody, just another high executive for a company (if you doubt me about this, ask yourself how many TV Vice Presidents for entertainment companies do you know and how many have verified accounts?)

(Go to her social media and you'll see almost every post since April 2021 is somehow related to Henry)

She's acting like an entitled *sshole and we just have to be quiet and let the influencer wannabe influence. And even if we just let her do her f*cking influencing, we're still punished by him because a loud minority just can't stay quiet, when the problem wouldn't be a problem if he at the start of the relationship would've just said to her "Look, some fans are very, passionate and, some of them might attack you, like it happened with my exes, so the best thing would be for you to go private on social media so they don't harass you and your friends and family. Just that, just private your social media so people won't find information about you." But of course, he didn't, because deep inside he knows that's the real reason why she's with him. It took her only a few days after articles about their dating were published for her to get her verification checkmark (in order to get verified, she needed to provide three links to articles that talk about her). And after verification, she started to share fanart like an influencer.

And to the people who didn't interact with her social media (or his when he was posting things related to her, which is all he posts now, aside from trailers, posters, or ads) but complain on our freaking blogs or fan spaces, we're gaslighted to believe is OUR FAULT that he's always because we're not acting like the good girl daddy wants us to act like...we're brats so daddy is punishing us until we behave properly. And the ones who do what daddy wants us to do, when they don't get the reward for acting like a good girl, blame others when in reality this is all his own fault, for not keeping things private like he knows he should, and because he doesn't suck it up that some fans will always treat his girlfriends badly (it happened with Tara and Lucy and other and at the time it wasn't a problem for him to interact with fans)

So, to sum up, no it's not the best time to be Henry's fan. It's because of Kal and the hope someday he'll be back to the man he was before this sh*t show that keeps me in the fandom.

[ferzin]

TW: TRANSPHOBIA EXPIERIENCE (god why me), also some swearing

note: on art my trans-coloured sona ripping apart terf's (fart's) flagterf — trans exclusionary radical feminist fart — feminism appropriating ridiculous transphobe

guten abend, meine freunde. i want to spill out my hatred and also share disgusting situation that happened to me. this august i've published my meet the artist on other platform (it hadn't english lettering, so it wasn't here). i've pridly anounced myself as trans and nb. and i will not reject my identity for someone's air-built painful perception that there's more than two genders. "why such thoughts?" you may ask. well, a few days ago my partner find out what i got publishly disgraced 'cause of my transgender. how sweet. i'm convinced once again that some individuals' brain convolutions stopped working somewhere at the beginning of puberty, which is why the narrowness of their thinking causes exclusively condescending pity. yeah, it's hard to be slow-witted in modern society when where's so much useful and correct information, and you're still thinking in such medieval terms. i despise terf/fart or other transphobes and openly express pure rage to this kind of "people". i hate any radical movement no matter if it regards quirphobia or other important aspects of my/other's lives. and i won't tolerate if such individuals will come close to me or my close people. there's no meaning if the hatred is shared. so all that pile of lousy sh*t: terf, homophobes, any other transphobes, sexist, racist and etc. — go to hell. go away from me and my relatives. 'cause i will tear apart anyone, who will insult my loved ones. and they will do the same for me. one thing that drove me feral — commentaries were fully misgendering me. believe me, you don't know how much i'm pissed off. there's no words to descride it. but i think other trans-persons will understand me... sadly. misgendering person on purpose is just hideous. it's banal rudeness and direct insult. if someone's gender for whatever reason huffs you (which is, honestly, weird and kinda selfish, especially if there's no logical reason), then simply don't contact with that person. no talking behind back either. don't have courage to say calmly you're complaint in face — then shut the f*ck up. btw, that post with hate on me was published anonimously :) baby pissed their pants, yikes, how saaad. uhh... if you knew how much i'm tired of this... i don't ask pity for me, i don't need it, but... to turn heat down i want to talk a little 'bout myself. right now i'm firmly confident in my identity. i'm almost a fully formed person, and i have enough background to tell that with determination. i will not bow to some randoms' convenience. i will not "accept" my birth gender. my gender, my identity — is only my own choice. no one don't have even a single right to tell me who to be, no one couldn't know wnat's in my head. i went through a lot and will never again submit to someone’s desires just to be comfortable. i suffered from dysphoria from an early age, I felt out of place. i was burning from tantrums and tortured myself both mentally and physically from hatred of my appearance, personality, everything. i almost f*cking died because i felt wrong. and now when i'm finally feeling better some dumbs dare to say "she's just having an episode"? hell, no. ✨ i am transgender, i am nonbinary, i am who I really am. ✨ all my scars show my way. too long i was choking my true identity, so now i will not cut myself for some stranger's comfort. my life belongs only to me. and i'm the grandmaster here. i am insanly happy thanks to my loved ones. they except me absolutely, they don't demand to fit the norms of conservatism. they value the real me. i love you. 💕

and i want to say for other people, suffering from pointless hatred and humiliation. not only trans, not even only queers! it's devastating how many people can't just be free... i hope someday the society will open their eyes. but for now... dont't give up and be yourself!

[dylanshetaplanesandhcs]

TW WARNING: SWEARING, MENTION OF RAPE, SELF-HARM AND TRAUMA NOT ASSOCIATED WITH MY HEADCANON

America goes to the doctor (Since I seen so much stuff of the trauma he goes through, I decided to create a short story of Fanon America's trauma within my HC, meaning he jumped universes to my HC's universe)

[America was sitting in a chair, in front of a female doctor]

Doctor: So this is a typical human skeleton. Now, a couple of months ago, Alfred, Matthew, Arthur, Francis, and the rest of the other nations allowed me to x-ray them for research purposes. Their charts look like this.

[She goes through the Nation's x-rays one by one, their bones look rather normal]

Doctor: And they told me that they had horrific injuries involved with them, however, their anatomy is perfectly intact.

[She then goes over to America's skeleton]

Doctor: [Clears throat] And this is your chart. Definitely incorporating both nation and human. There's a clear history of numerous fractures like here on the skull. Everything is perfectly aligned. It almost looks like as if the bones, muscles and organs realigned and rebuilt themselves the instant these horrific, if not fatal injuries occurred.

America: That's good, right?

Doctor: Well, you seem to have made a series of miraculous, if not impossible recoveries, but that doesn't change the fact that you experienced trauma. You've recovered physically, but have you recovered mentally?

America: You think there's something wrong with my f#cking brain?!

Doctor: Not wrong! It's that adverse childhood experiences, or childhood trauma, can have a lasting impact on how your body responds to stress. This can affect your social, emotional, and physical development. When humans are in crisis, the brain releases the hormone cortisol. Your heart races, your muscles tense. I wonder if your body is reacting to a nation equivalent of cortisol. America, do you remember anything bad in your childhood that particularly stuck with you?

America: I-I guess, I kinda freaked out when Iggy put taxes on me after I threw his tea into the harbor, and then I got my White House burned down by Canada, and I split into two versions of myself in the Civil War, my economy collapsed during the Great Depression, Japan then attacked my Pearl Harbor, England almost died, Japan did die, Canada was tortured by Germany during the last battle against the Nazis, I was captured then killed in Vietnam, I saw England get decapitated right in front of me, I was captured by Russia and used as his sex slave, I woke up with a black eye imprisoned in his dungeon—

Doctor: America, this is serious!

America: But— that was just the early stuff!

Doctor: I think all these experiences in American history have been subjecting your body to a harmful amount of stress, and that's effecting your ability to respond to new forms of stress in a healthy way. You've been dealing with genuine threats from such a young age, and are still being faced with those threats to this very day, your body is now responding to minor threats, such as an election where your hated candidate wins, as if your life were in danger!

America: But- Why am I freaking out now?

Doctor: Stress is less harmful when we have people we trust to help us through it. Maybe if— if you're losing your supportive relationship, or if you had a recent experience that was practically off—

[America screams as he remembers an event, he gets up and starts smashing the room and punching the wall, Alfred and Matthew got in]

Alfred: What's going on?!

[America struggles to stay in control and the brothers go over to the doctor]

Alfred: Ma'am, what did you do?!

Doctor: I don't know, I just asked if he had any stressful experiences lately.

Matthew: Alfie, you don't think..?

America: [Tries to stay in control] It's not you, Matthew, it's everything that happened before!

Alfred: Mattie, what is he talking about?

America: You didn't tell your brother?!

Alfred: TOLD ME WHAT?!

America: It's not your fault, I think I just need you to leave!

Alfred: No, this is an emergency, I am not leaving!

Matthew: Alfie, us being here is making it worse!

America: AHHHH! [Smashes his head into a wall, causing it to bleed] Oh, no! Please— j-just GO!

Matthew: America!

America: I…! can't…! BE AROUND YOU RIGHT NOW!!!!!

[America's scream reaches a fever pitch, and then, a massive shockwave destroys the room with a massive explosion, when the dust settles, everyone was in shock, Matthew was hyperventilating out of fear, America breathes heavily, and then a familiar voices bursts through the doors]

???: America!

America: England…?

Arthur: No, it's me, Arthur, I'm here! [He runs up to him]

Alfred: C'mon, Matthew, let's give them some space. [He helps Matthew up]

America: H-How'd you know I was here?

Arthur: Alfred called me about an hour ago.

[Alfred helps Matthew out of the room]

America: Alfred…

[Alfred pauses]

America: Thank you…

Alfred: Yeah… I'll be here when you're ready.

[Alfred and Matthew leave the room, along with the rest of the doctors]

Arthur: America, I'm sorry! If I'd have known I—

America: It's fine, Arthur. You were busy, and I didn't know what was going on.

Arthur: Come on, America. Talk to me.

America: I- Well- I um- I proposed to England! [Tears up]

Arthur: You what?!

America: He said no…

Arthur: Oh, America…

America: My body, it's reacting like it's the end of the world! I think I seen the world almost end so many times now that- everything that goes to sh!t feels that- that extreme! I should be feeling so good these days, the Earth is better, Biden's my new boss. But I'm f#cking over these old era problems! What do I do? How do I move on from all the sh!t I've been through? How do I feel happy when I know the entire world hates me and treats me like sh!t? How do I live life if it always feels like I'm about to f#cking die?!

Arthur: [He hugs him] It's gonna be alright, America. I'm here for you.

[America cries into his shoulder, after a while, he slows down, yet tears fall from his eyes]

America: I just— I wanna go home.

[Note: this is not apart my HC, it is a story I came up with and I do not support USUK in any shape or form]

[elen4sstuff]

A day in jungkook's and Rosé's dating life

Part 1

Prompt: A sexy day in Jungkook's and Rosé's dating life.

*TW* Smut, sex, pet names, tell me if I should add anything else

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

This is my first fic y'all

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Jungkook's pov:

It's been a year since me and Rosé started hanging out. We haven't talked to a lot of people about it except our members and our family. Sadly, we have been very busy the last 3 months and we haven't talked so much since then. Today we are going on a date after a long time and I am going to pick her up from her house. Omg I am so excited!!! I can't wait to see her beautiful face again. But I have to be really careful because I don't want anyone to see me hanging out with her. I would be really bad for both of us.

I just arrived at her house, I knocked at the door and after a few seconds of waiting, she opened the door. I feel like I am falling for her all over again. She is so beautiful, the way she smiles, the way she talks, the way she makes me feel when we are together... She's just perfect.

"Hi kookie" she says while smiling. "Hi sweetheart" I say back. She smiles and then she kisses me. I missed this feeling. Then I kiss her while holding her waist. After a few seconds she broke our kiss and told me to go in her house. She asked how I've been doing this whole time and I told her everything that has happened with every detail. Then she came with a plate full of cheesecake biscuits and she put one of these in my mouth. I love it when she feeds me. "Did you like it" she asks me. "It's perfect love" I say. This girl knows how to cook, everything she makes is just wonderful. She has the best cooking skills. "I am glad you liked it" she says. I take another one and eat it at once. "I made cookies for my favourite kookie" she says and then she kisses me on my forehead. Omg I love when she does it. Then I start laughing.

I am in her house for an hour and I have not asked about how she has been doing this whole time. She has looked kinda tired and anxious since I came and I am kinda worried about her. She always had trouble sleeping and she has been busy with work lately. "How are you" I ask her. " I am fine, kinda tired though but I am ok" she says and then she smiles. "Busy with work? " I ask her. " Yeah, like always, but everything is gonna be alright I guess". " I am here for you whenever you need me even though we can't hang out so often now" " I am sure about that" she says. I smile while holding her hand.

After some minutes of silence she asks " do you wanna eat something, I made noodles with chicken and eggs, do you want some;". Then I say" I don't wanna eat the f*cking noodles, I wanna eat you, love". She smiles suspiciously and then goes to the bathroom. "Wait a minute " she says. I feel a suspicious orgasm and then I see Rosie coming out of the bathroom wearing her red lingerie. Seeing her tall body and her slim legs into this cloth makes my dick feel harder. She comes closer to me and says; " what are you gonna eat first daddy?"she says. I am turned on. I push her closer to me and I say;" I think I am going to start with your neck" we start on the sofa and then I carry her to the kitchen and put her in the kitchen counter and push my dick into her she screams a little and then I start licking her neck. Her legs are shaking. I love her, I love everything about this creature. "Go faster baby" she tells me. " Are you sure about it love, once I get into you I am not gonna leave. I am gonna stay here till you scream for help. Do you really want this sweetheart?". " Of course I do love. What made you think I didn't" she says, I smile " Nothing babe, absolutely nothing, make me feel the luckiest man alive". "I promise I will " she says. She jumps on me and starts licking my abs then she puts my hard dick into her mouth. I am feeling the best orgasm I've ever felt in my entire life. I am shocked by the way she puts it into her mouth without choking. She looks shocked by its size though but I think she achieved her goal. She made me her slave, " oh my queen please make me yours". "I think I have done that a long time ago", She says . When she finishes, I feel her wet body on mine. The best combination. Nothing better than a rosie with a cookie.

A ringtone interrupts us. I recognise the ringtone. It's my phone. I answer the phone. It's taehyung. "What's up ?". " We have dance practice in 20'. Where are you?" He says. " Sh*t can't't we cancel it I am at Rosie's." ." It's okay" she says," you can go " I think about it for a while. " we will finish it next week " she says. "Promise?" I ask . " Of course" she says. "Ok then" I say .

I put on my clothes and then I kiss her before I return back to my agency. She smiles " I am really happy you came today, I missed you ." , She says while hugging the back of my neck . Then I say " I am really happy I saw you too pretty, I missed you so much Rosie ". We hugged and then I left .

I am walking to my agency feeling happy because I saw my girlfriend after such a long time. I hope I will touch this body sooner than the last time. I can't live without her. I want her next to me as soon as possible. I think I can wait until next week to see her . Omg what am I saying?! How am I supposed to stay away from my queen? I think about it for a little while and then I go back to her house...

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Part 2 coming soon

[kaddyssammlung]

So I've been thinking.

Ever since I brought up something so f*cking cheerful it's kind of backfiring in some way. I'm triggered by my own writing. So many discussions and so much contribution. I am very thankful for that.

TW: just more SH stuff...nothing too bad

It still makes me think, though. One of the reasons I stopped dancing ballet were my scars. I have the very “in your face” ones on my thighs. There were other reasons why I stopped but it was one of them. I was afraid of someone noticing because they became harder to hide. We used to have regular shows that we danced and there was an upcoming one and a few weeks before this I decided to leave. You don't see anything through black tights that are thick enough but when there are costumes you have to dress like everyone else. The ones on my forearm are quite easy to hide because they are not that obvious.

But still....would I paint myself with acrylic colour (idk what they use) and then put a strange outfit on because it looks good on stage? Would I dress the way that I just dress and be a bit more boring but I can be sure that no one can see anything. Would I just not care? Or be open about it? Who actually is open about these things? Shirley Manson is somehow a name that comes to my mind. Idk so many questions...rahter for myself to answer and reflect on.

Why do even care so much?!

And also I talk about hiding my scars but also complain about the fact that not many humans talk about stuff like that. lol hmm.....

Idk I'm really just writing down what I'm thinking. That's all.