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[jareauwalker]

1, 10, 14

1) 6 of the songs you listen to most currently my top six on repeat on spotify are:

not strong enough - boygenius

dial drunk - noah kahan

suddenly i see - kt tunstall

greedy - tate mcrae

angel of small death & the codeine scene - hozier

sin wagon - the chicks

but my top song of all time is lana del rey's ultraviolence

10) when's the last time you played air guitar?

if air banjo counts, last night i think

14) if you are outside what are you most likely doing

probably going for a walk?? i try to close my rings everyday

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

i prefer childhood friends to lovers A HUNDRED TIMES over enemies to lovers—seeing your post about it got me thinking about a fic or even hcs about baby katsuki and baby yn... hanging out in diapers, pulling each other's hair, katsuki crying when he hasn't seen you (this kind of thing would be PERFECT in ur writing style)

OH EM GEEEEE this concept exactly tysm yall get me (also tysm im flattered tehehehhehehe💕)

not really baby baby suki but i had a thought recently and its that toddler katsuki cannot understand the concept of you not being able to come over to see him every single day,,like, you hung out yesterday..so why not today ? and tomorrow ? and forever !

like he doesn’t understand when his mom tells him that you can’t come over today, little brows furrowed and a cute little pout on his face. puffed out little cheeks and he stomps because yes you can ! you came yesterday!

“but she can’t today, baby.” his mom tells him and it stumps him absolutely. like why ?? and a tantrum ensues.

he’s also extremely dramatic when you have to leave, he’ll try literally everything acting like hes on the clock when your parents come pick you up from his house. he keeps you in his room or he insists you both hide somewhere to waste time. he gets a little scolding from his mom every time but he never learns his lesson. ever.

so here he stands, in between his mom’s legs waving you off. at first, he’ll pout and run off to his room to be moody, but he has to see you leave every time because if he misses you leaving he’ll get even crankier. so soon enough you hear stomping from downstairs and katsuki barges between his mom’s legs, which earns him an annoyed “katsuki !” but he doesn’t care. eyebrows fixed tight and you wave him bye bye, and he answers with a pouty little “bye.” until he can see you again.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

hiii i love your Lights Out au!! so i drew a little fanart for it!

ah!!!! his hair is so curly and long!!! i love it!!!!

[taegularities]

heyyy rid!! did you get my ask about the cmi couple :(

HEY yes i did!! i was hopping from one clinic to another today, so i didn't have time to answer everything and the msgs are piling up, but i promise i'll get to it soon 🥺 <3

[howthesleeplesswander]

❛ i’m sorry, but i’m just thinking of the right words to say. ❜ // @Kazuma but... Masked Apprentice Kazuma?? 👀👀👀👀

Songs from the 80's Sentence Starters | Accepting! | @tenacquity

((hoooOOOWEE ARE YOU READY TO CRY?? 8'D I SURE HOPE SO, HERE WE GOOO))

The right words?

He may have laughed at the statement if he remembered how. If it weren't so cruel in its irony. For the words this man spoke didn't matter when the mere sound of his voice shook the Apprentice to his core.

Every time, without fail. After months of wandering the foggy London streets like a wraith plucked from a ghost story, the feeling of being utterly lost was never as powerful—or as weak—as in this man's presence.

He made the emptiness inside of him better, yet simultaneously worse. As the Apprentice watched him struggle to speak, he didn't recognize the churning depths of his eyes or the thoughtful crease to his brow—and that unfamiliarity ached unlike anything else. Earth-shattering, even though he couldn't understand it. Powerful enough to change everything if only he could remember.

And he wanted to, with a desperation he didn't know himself capable of feeling before their fateful meeting in the Prosecutor's Office only yesterday. But he couldn't. He'd tried. And the same thought crushed down upon his shoulders now as it did then:

What right did he have to something—to someone—he did not know?

He shouldn't be here.

He'd never intended to face him to begin with. With the halls of the Old Bailey dim and abandoned for the night, the Apprentice had been about to leave, too: prepared to spend another night searching for anything that might trigger his memories, if the other man hadn't found him first.

Wasn't this exactly what he'd wanted? No—not this. It was too much. Too painful.

The Apprentice took a step back. Then another. Each one soundless yet stilted as he battled against himself: trapped between a visceral urge to flee, to leave this man behind—and an equally powerful conviction that he couldn't. Not again.

—again?

He didn't...They didn't... Did they?

It was too much...!

In the end the Apprentice moved no further. He merely watched, dark eyes unreadable in the shadows of his mask and cloak. Silently weathering the tempest of nonsensical emotion surging through his rib cage. Waiting for something he didn't understand.

Or, perhaps, simply waiting for the right words.

[haikyuuhoo]

kaitlyn!! how are you!! am here with some flowers and sparkles to brighten up the season!! ✨💐 i hope you’re having a wonderful weekend 🥺

and i am curious!! (again 🤭) if you were to receive/give a gift from/to your fave/s, what would it be!! 🥺

Sel my love hello!!! Sorry I’m getting to this late, I finished up my last exam today! I did get to study/hang out with my friends all day Sunday so that was nice 😁

I always love your questions!! This is a good one—I absolutely LOVE giving gifts. But I feel like I would have absolutely no idea what to get Gojo (what do you get for the man who has everything/can buy anything he wants??). I’d probably end up making a little scrapbook of pictures and stuff (and hope he didn’t think it was cheesy and hate it) bc that’s not really something you can just go out and buy, ya know? And I think it would be v cute and I love doing personal things like that 🫶🏼

as for receiving aksgfhskdkl I don’t know—I’m a big reader so literally anything reading- or book-related and I’d probably be v happy <3

[wcvensouls]

how long have you been standing there ?

for a few moments, hangyeol had remained still, simply observing her from a distance. his feet were light and each step he had taken had been entirely silent, so he was not at all surprised she had not noticed him up until this point — and that was exactly the way hangyeol had wanted. after all, a big part of his job ( if he could even call it that ) was to first assess whether or not the creatures he chased were indeed a threat, as the centuries he'd been alive for had taught him that force was not always needed.

he had sensed her awhile ago, following the young woman's trail until they had arrived in this place. however, she did not quite feel like the people he was used to dealing with, as if there was something being... concealed. the energy he had felt before was strong and evil, but it almost felt as if it had dissipated now, laying dormant. hangyeol's gaze was cold and analytical as he stared at her. it was only when she spoke to him that he seemed to move, lips parting to speak in a clear and neutral voice. " how have you hidden this long? "

what he didn't expect, however, was for another figure to join them, one that he was all too familiar with — one hangyeol had waited centuries for. there you are!

@foxmists : ask meme .

[yuukimiyas]

CHLOEEE IM SCREAMING OVER YOUR NEW THEME !!! love love love <3 i hope you and reo are having a wonderful at the beach btw!!

also why did i just now notice that you’re an aquarius?? ( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎ my very favorite zodiac sign after my own, i adoreeee fellow air signs !!!

sweet rylie!! ໒꒰ྀི ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ꒱ྀིა eep tysm!! i def felt like the city needed a lil upgrade hehee!! we’re def havin lots & lots of fun!! mostly spent by the pool or at the beach layin out ofc ໒꒰ྀི∩˃ ᵕ ˂∩꒱ྀི১ & yes yes!! i’m a late jan aquarius & it def makes a lot of sense w me i think ꒰ ˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱ lmaosjsjls but i love it!! i’m sendin so sm love to you in the form of the oceans waves!! mwah!!

[mizzmellos]

DEEP COVER IS SO GOOD??? BRO I WISH I WAS THIS PISSED WALL I SWEAR THE GOD IT WAS SO HOT 10/10 I'M NO PROUD ANYMORE IT'S SOOOO GOOD MY CHEEKS ON FIRE

TEEHEE THANK YOU GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!

[kuroosdarling]

(୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤) : you’ve been matched with … IWAIZUMI !

@unknownspecies

[latte-trait]

Hi, people are being really rude and the world is kind of sucky so I'm spreading askbox love!!

Stay strong, stay beautiful. And here are some pretty flowers 💐💐💐

🥰🥰🥰🥰

[inklore]

I love your new theme, I literally binged watched djats 2am until 8am and I'm in love

ahh a djats lover!! yes!! there’s not nearly enough surrounding me, like the book is my fav book ever and the show?? IM OBSESSED!! it had me screaming, crying real tears, and fanning myself. it’s perfect!

[luvrxbunny]

guys i’m gonna be honest, i hated this story and barely wanted to post it 😭

but you guys seem to like it! so i’m super grateful <3

need

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x F!Reader

Prompt: Thigh Fucking

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, piv attempts, hurt pussy, some sad feelings, creampie(?)  (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 2.5k

A/N: *sulking in a corner* not proofread at all

He’s gotten used to it, the constant stabbing pain at the base of his stomach, the daydreams and fantasies that plague his every free minute. He’s more sensitive too, you can do anything and it’ll turn him on, make him hard, or raise a new fantasy for him to jerk off to later that night. He got used to waking up in the morning with a throbbing pain between his legs, or a cold wetness soaking his underwear. He got used to having to sneak away to the bathroom, lock himself in his office with his blinds pulled shut because you decided to drop by, or you made him lunch and left a note that was a bit too cute for him to handle. 

He never asked why you didn’t seem to have any sexual interest in him. He assumed that you either didn’t want him that way, or you weren't ready. So when you told him that the real reason was because you’re a virgin… His pain increased tenfold. All his fantasies, all the material he could think of late a night became visions of him taking your virginity, working his fat cock into your tight, unused, untouched, hole. It became a hindrance to his day, something he thought about more than he worried about canon events. He couldn’t get you out of his head, he didn't want to pressure you so he didn’t voice desperation, but it’s like you were trying to provoke him. 

You became more open, more okay with talking about sex, and your fantasies and asking him questions, voicing your curiosities. He found out that you actually think about him quite a bit, almost all the time apparently. There was an entire night, filled with a few blunts and alcohol where you spent hours, literal hours, telling him about all the fantasies you’ve had. You told him about your most used ones, all the ‘odd’ things that turn you on. He had to hide his boner, almost crushing his beer in his hand with how tense he was and his needs doubled again, turning his blood to molten lava.

Then you offered it to him, you came to him and told him you wanted him to be the one who takes your virginity, you wanted his cock to be the first to enter your special little cunt. He almost blacked out. He came at you like a frenzy that night, licking and sucking every part of your body before working you open and lining himself up with your precious hole. Only to find that he couldn’t fit. You couldn’t take all of him, he was able to get a quarter of his dick inside before tears were streaming down your face. You told him he could keep going, that you could take it but you were on the verge of sobbing, there wasn't one break in your stream of tears and this is not the way he wanted you crying on him. He pulled out against your will and spent the night comforting you, telling you it’s fine, that you can try again, as many times as you need… and that's what you guys did. 

It’s been about two months of trying to fit him inside you and it’s becoming unbearable. You guys try every other night, sometimes taking more time in between if you’re too sore or you guys are swamped at work. You guys haven’t done anything else in this entire period of time, wanting the next thing you do together, to be him taking your virginity. He agreed not realizing how long it would take. His hand is nowhere near sufficient anymore, no matter how he tries to pretend it’s yours- especially now that he’s had half his dick inside you. It’s a cycle of build-up, tease, Miguel comforting you, and no-release. 

You’re both pent-up. It’s another night of disappointment, you guys had gotten a little further this time, almost his whole cock and you began to think that this was it, Miguel was finally going to have your virginity. Instead, you tore. It was small, it didn’t even feel like much, a sharp burn at the base of your hole. You decided you would just power through, the burn was worth the fulfillment you’d feel at taking him all, at long last, having your boyfriend be completely connected with you, completely surrounded by you. But Miguel knew you were bleeding, there wasn’t enough that he could see it but he could smell the copper in the air and he forced you to stop. 

You fell asleep upset with yourself and listening to Miguel’s loving words, assuring you he’d rather you enjoy yourself than power through for him but you just felt like a failure. All your life you dreamed of losing your virginity to someone you love, someone who cares about you, someone who deserves it, and now that you’ve finally found that person, you can’t even give it to him. You’re too embarrassed to concede, to give up and jerk him off instead. You want him to cum inside you, you’ve even started birth control secretly, hoping to surprise him once he gets close enough. You’d fantasized about the moan he’d let out once telling him that he can just cum inside you, but you’re too small to even get him anywhere near cumming, let alone inside you. 

You wake up to Miguel groaning in pain, you’re a bit scared at the noise but your fear gets replaced by sadness once you see the source of his pain; a fat bulge resting over his thigh, tenting the sheets slightly. You peak up at his face, making sure it’s slack with sleep before focusing on his hard cock again. You sit lift your head and rest it on your palm, leaning over Miguel a bit as your other hand comes to stroke over the bulge gently. Your eyes are fixed on his face, watching his eyebrows twitch with your touch. It brings a little rush of pleasure through you, knowing you can pleasure him with the slightest bit of pressure. 

You cover him with your hand, cupping it to feel its length and girth against your palm. He whimpers lightly, a sound you’ve never even fantasized about hearing from him, but you know that no matter what you do, you need to hear it again. You can feel his warmth and the way he’s pulsing under your hand, his fingers dig into the sheets gently next to his thighs and his hips lift off the bed momentarily, trying to pleasure himself with you. 

Your eyes leave his face to watch his movements, deciding to give him some mercy and rub your hand along his shaft, stimulating him through his sweatpants and the thin blanket. You’re mesmerized by his stuttering, sleepy movements, at the soft whimpers that fall loosely from his lips. A gasp breaks the trance and his hands lift from the bed quickly to grip your wrists and his hips thrust up, forcing your palm to put pressure on his sensitive cock and just stay. “B-Baby- ”

His voice is thick and confused with delirium, still not completely aware of what’s happening but all he knows is he doesn’t want you to stop. He’s buzzing, thrumming, and vibrating with arousal, with desperation for you, need for you.  

His eyes meet yours in the dark, taking in your obviously turned-on state, how dilated your eyes are and how your sweet scent is already soaking the air, your taste ghosting over his tongue with every breath he takes. His eyes roll back at the thought, paired with your pressure on his throbbing cock and you pull away. He tries to hold in his groan, trying to be grateful for anything you’ll give him but a small squeak of sadness is what comes out and he chuckles softly at the noise. 

You’re still silent, surrounded by your need for him, the only thought in your head is that you need to make him cum. His thick arm comes around you, resting next to your shoulder and pushing you to him gently, nudging you in his direction for a kiss. You smile and drape yourself over his chest, leaning on him and pressing your lips to him. He groans and pulls you closer, admiring your warmth and pressing his cock into the plush of your thighs as he pulls you on top of him. You giggle and help him situate you over him, the base of his cock resting against your neglected clit, sending a shock of pleasure through you and turning your giggles die into a light whine. 

Miguel breathes in a sharp breath at your noise, trying to ignore how badly he wants to hold you down and just grind his cock into you until he cums, standing his clothes and hopefully leaving a mark on yours but he keeps himself in check, offering you a fond smile instead. “You okay, amor?” His hand is rubbing up and down your back now, calmly like he isn’t throbbing against your clit right now. You think of just grinding into him, sitting up to straddle him,  and just fucking his bulge into your clit until you’re cumming all over him. “I wanna cum.” Your voice is weak and pathetic, tired and desperate. 

His eyelids flutter at your words and tone, and his arms tense around you, pressing his muscles into your sides for a moment before taking a deep breath. “Yeah? I can-” He takes another shaky breath as his cock throbs beneath you. “I can make that happen, baby. How do you want it?” His stomach is burning at his words, at the hope of getting to touch you, to make you cum. You’re just staring at him, watching him as you think, trying to figure out a way that will satisfy you both. He’s just getting hotter under your gaze, riled up further by your gaze as his hips rise off the bed slowly, pressing his cock into you subconsciously and his eyelids flutter shut at the pleasure.

Your brain is hazy with his movements, his subtle desperation, it’s driving you crazy. You arch your back and seize his lips again with a soft moan. His hands grip your hips, pulling you into him with a groan. You pull away and pant against his lips, running your fingers through his slightly tangled curls and pressing your forehead against his. “Put it against me. Between my thighs.” He growls at your request and flips you both onto your sides, already nodding at you and working his sweatpants off of his legs, kicking them off under the covers. “You want that, honey?” 

His hand cups your face as his other wrestles his cock from its confines. “You want that? Take these off.” He yanks at your underwear, roughly enough that they dig into your skin harshly before snapping back. You wiggle them off and slide your shirt off, wanting to be as close to Miguel as you can. You can’t stop the pout that settles on your face when you realize Miguel plans to leave his shirt on. He laughs lovingly at your face. “Want me to take it off?” He says with a teasing tilt to his voice. You laugh and slide closer to him, taking the hem of his shirt into your hands and already trying to pull it over your head. “Jus wanna be closer t’you, Miggy.” 

The nickname flips something inside him. You only use that name when you’re feeling extra soft for him, extra tender, and needy. “Yeah, sweetheart?” He pulls you in for a quick kiss before taking his shirt off and kissing you again, swallowing the whine you give him when your naked body rests against his. His wet cock slides against your skin, teasing his sensitive tip, forcing a ragged moan from his mouth when it slides over your mound. You giggle at his reaction, smiling at his eyes, squeezed shut as he takes slow breaths, trying to calm himself. You open your legs, grip his cock, and rest it on your thigh, his eyes snap open. You smile and pull him in for another kiss as he reaches behind him blindly for some lube, lotion, coconut oil- something to get your thighs anywhere near as wet as your pussy is. 

You take rest your hand over his as he rubs himself with lube, moaning into your mouth at the sensation. He brings his hand to your face, giggling and apologizing when it smears with lube but devouring you in a kiss once you tell him it’s okay. You close your legs over his cock and whimper into the kiss when his shaft fits itself between your lips. He pulls away with a moan and his hips start fucking into you fervently, overly sensitive and desperate after months of denial. You’re moaning loud and whiny at the way he’s assaulting your clit, constantly stimulating her from the way he’s thrusting against you. You’re digging into his shoulders, feeling the way they flex as his hands grip your hips and run all over your body frantically. 

“I’m not gonna last, mi amor.” The words spit out of him quickly as his thrusts get shorter, more focused on making himself cum than making the moment last. His head is clouded with need, his balls are pulsing painfully and his cock is throbbing between your thighs. You’re gripping his hair like you’ll fly away if you let go and moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. Your hips are bucking into him too now, some incoherent words falling from your lips like music to his ears. 

You’re trying to tell him that you won’t last either, that you’re on the brink of cumming already, that you’ve been craving him for months, and finally having him is one of the best things you’ve felt but your brain has been shut off since he started moving his hips. You can feel the heat in your stomach bubbling over already, spilling into your bloodstream as you shake against him. “Mig-” Your thighs tense and shake around his cock as he groans your name, almost overwhelmed with how you’re stimulating his cock, at how you’ve been unable to get any sound out but once you’re cumming you can find the strength to say his name. You’re shaking on him, your eyes are rolled back into your head and your jaw is dropped open in a silent moan. 

He’s able to grunt out a warning to you before thrusting once- twice- you reach down for his cock and spread your legs, opening to fit him against your entrance. His third thrust stutters to a stop and he’s cumming. 

Fuck. He’s cumming inside you. 

He folds over like he’s been punched in the gut, a rough moan tearing from his chest as his cock throbs against your wet walls. He feels like he’s died and gone to heaven, he never even imagined that you’d let him cum inside you, let alone that it’d feel so fucking good. He shudders out a groan as his cock spews its last few ropes into you, softening and letting his cum leak onto your thighs. 

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, here's the rest of my Kinktober Works and be sure to check out my Main Masterlist!!

[toyogamii]

gojo theme EATSSSS omg i love it

(i love you more though)

hehehe I was cooking fr!!

[taegularities]

Hello Angel! I miss you, I'm glad to see you on my dash again!! I have come to supply Koo photos because it's Monday and we deserve a treat.

Hugs bb!

my favourite red head, i miss you so much, too, and had been hoping you're okay!! 🥺 ALSO PLEASEEEE. you did not deliver a lil collage including balenciaga koo, date night koo AND nakey delulu boyfriend koo, all in once?! an actual sinnnnn!!! 😭

[bywons]

theme is themeing 😈😈😈😈

hi hii ri >< yeah YOUR theme is themeing 100 times better 🤭 but im gonna change it soon i'm bored of it 😈