#DRY HEAVING. PLEASE

[helloanthy]

IM GONNA CRY

29.08.2023 ♥ yesterday's anthys¡

hi >:) 💜 👵 👭

[ef-1]

@nicolettecallednikki was it something I said? Come back please, I wanna know what pissed you off this much I’m obsessed with you "🫶"

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

me when artists apologize for raising their prices to prices that are still very cheap for the hard work they put in

[sabriels]

i am about to fucking Scream

[tohruies]

miss cocobei… your karaageposting and that jellycat haul you posted in your old blog remind me of this idea i thought would suit you (his good girl ;3): of how karasu would react to you growing a little shy in the bedroom and perhaps… using a plushie to hide yourself from him 🤔 ahh it just paints such a cute image in my mind mewheheheh 🤭💓 him tilting his head when you snatched a plushie, a little confused by the sudden move before mirth begins to swirl in his eyes and his cock twitches in his pants at the innocence of it all.

“you know you don’t have to cover yourself” he shifted slightly to try and make the boner less obvious. despite his teasing, karasu is gentle when he holds your chocolate locks to kiss, then tuck behind your ear—they smell sweet, enough to fuel his desires to devour you.

oh and i’m thinking of how he would use your good girl card against you in this situation… “will you let me see your face now? you are my good girl, aren’t you?” and when you complied, placing the stuffed animal aside, he would reward this pliable attitude with a tender kiss to your forehead (and a complimentary roll of his hips against yours :3)

[dreams-and-honor]

Why did my acid reflux having ass eat three bowls of Buldak spicy carbonara noodles in less than two days?

[sadie-shrimp]

(explaining the dynamic I have with my tumblr mutuals) we like to fujosh around occasionally

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

My guilty pleasure is watching a compilation of every single Onision temper tantrum in order and fact-checking him, psychoanalyzing him, roasting him, and telling him to kill himself through the screen

[mitskiluvr]

i cant play 4-2 in front of people because of the amount of times that trucy says something like “my panties are magical” or “look what i can fit in my panties” or “apollo how come you’re looking at my panties”

[miraclewoozi]

lights on by h.e.r being on dino’s spotify playlist is actually just not what i needed to be in my own head about today

[whentherewerebicycles]

your girl is once again: so sick. the workshop went great kids were super engaged and talkative. I have officially survived all my meetings and can now head home although I’m gonna make myself do these accursed returns on the way. I need to bribe myself for this and I might go for a smoothie

[chronomally]

I just realized that the end of the game takes you physically back to the start but now you can see the full mural and Zelda's place in it

[sting-of-salt]

it will

all be

worth it

in the end

i will be

this world

new god

[kaitoru]

୨୧ broken bed ! nanami kento

in which kento accidentally breaks the bed

kento had been relentless his attention fixated on the way your back arched beneath him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him closer with every thrust.

“more, kento!” you gasped, your voice a desperate plea as your nails dug into his broad shoulders, his response was immediate, a low groan rumbling from his chest as he drove into you harder, his movements precise but forceful, each one sending a jolt through your body.

his hands gripped the headboard for leverage, his knuckles whitening as the wood creaked under the pressure, the rhythmic slamming of the headboard against the wall echoed in the room, a testament to his unyielding pace.

“careful what you ask for,” he murmured voice low and gravelly, laced with that dry edge of control he always clung to, even now.

his sharp eyes flicked down to meet yours, a glint of hunger. “you’re making it hard to hold back.”

“then don’t,” you shot back breathless but defiant, your hips rolling to meet his thrusts, his lips twitched, not quite a smirk but close enough to hint at the fire you were stoking in him.

nanami grunted the sound almost primal, and tightened his grip on the headboard, the force of his movements intensified, each thrust deliberate, calculated to push you both closer to the edge.

but then, with a sharp crack, the bed lurched beneath you, the frame gave way, one side collapsing and tilting the mattress at an awkward angle.

you yelped in surprise, your body sliding slightly, but nanami froze, his chest heaving as he registered what had happened.

“shit—honey, i—” he started, his voice clipped with a rare edge of embarrassment, his hands were still braced on the headboard, his body hovering over yours, and despite the mishap, he hadn’t pulled away.

his length remained buried inside you, a steady presence, he glanced at the broken bedframe, his jaw tightening as if mentally calculating the cost of repairs already.

“i didn’t mean to break the damn thing.” you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up despite the heat still coursing through you.

“kento, it’s fine,” you said, your voice teasing as you reached up to touch his face, guiding his gaze back to you. “you think i care about the bed right now?” his eyes met yours, you whimpered softly, bucking your hips against him, a silent plea to keep going.

that was all it took, yis expression shifted, the stoic mask slipping as something fiercer took over. “alright,” he said,his voice low and resolute, like he was making a decision he’d already committed to.

“hold on to me.” before you could respond, nanami’s strong arms slid beneath you, lifting you with effortless strength, you gasped as he maneuvered you off the broken bed, your legs still wrapped around him, and lowered you to the floor.

you barely had time to register it before he was moving again, his thrusts resuming with a desperate edge, he braced one hand on the floor beside your head, the other gripping your hip to keep you in place.

“kento,” you moaned your voice trembling as he set a punishing rhythm, each movement driving him deeper.

“don’t stop—please.”

“wasn’t planning to,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear, his usual restraint was fraying, his focus entirely on you—on the way you clung to him, the way your body responded to every thrust.

“you wanted more, didn’t you? i'm giving it to you.” you nodded frantically, your hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders, his back, anywhere you could reach.

“yes, yes, just like that,” you gasped your words barely coherent as the pleasure built to a fever pitch, nanami’s jaw clenched, his breathing ragged as he pushed himself harder, chasing his peak with a single minded intensity that was so quintessentially him.

© written by kaizer | do not copy plagiarize or translate any.

[humanjarvis]

road trip

synopsis: you get revenge on caleb during his graduation trip.

tags: nsfw (mdni), semi-public sex, dry humping, caleb fucks around (figuratively) and finds out, caleb/mc are intimate before homecoming wings, caleb whimpers, caleb wheezes, caleb begs, caleb is pathetic, caleb comes in his pants while mc ignores him  pairing: caleb x reader, reader is mc but uses y/n word count: 968

a/n: i literally got up at 8 am on a sunday to write this i am not well 

As excited as you’d been to commemorate Caleb's last year of college, his graduation trip to the aerospace museum was off to a rocky start. 

Last night, he’d suddenly shut down your plans to celebrate your friend’s birthday before you went out of town, joining his friends’ road trip as his plus-one. He’d said you needed to get some rest before your 8-hour journey, but with the way his eyes went wide and nostrils flared when he saw your outfit, you knew that wasn’t the only reason. 

You’d spent the rest of the night and the next morning angry, and it only got worse when Caleb’s friends came to pick you up. One extra person had decided to come last-minute, meaning there weren’t enough seats for all of you, no matter how tightly you squeezed together. 

As the closest pair in the group, you were forced to sit on Caleb's lap. You’d seethed in unprecedented indignation as he guided you down on him, the scowl on your face widening the smirk on his. 

An hour into the drive, you’re still staring out the window in rage, Caleb's arms secured tightly around you, when you realize something. You know this route. You’d traveled it a couple years prior for your senior trip in high school on the way to some world-renowned aquarium. 

At your realization, your frustration turns into opportunity. The roads on this route are a pothole-ridden nightmare from years of government neglect, and you’re going to use this intel to make Caleb pay. 

Discreetly, you slide yourself further back on his legs, positioning your ass right over his crotch. You conceal your movements through a conversation with Gideon’s girlfriend that you bring to an abrupt end once you’re settled. It’s time for your game to begin. 

At first, you’re subtle. Matching the rhythm of the bumpy ride, you lightly jostle in Caleb’s hold, feeling his fingers flex around your waist. 

“Careful, pipsqueak,” he murmurs in warning. “Wouldn’t want you sliding off.” 

You don’t respond. Your earlier anger is the perfect excuse not to acknowledge him through this entire thing, and you silently bless your short temper. He’s going to unravel with your back turned, you facing forward, your eyes on everything but him. 

When the car hits a small pothole, you lean back into him, “innocently” grinding your ass into his crotch. Immediately, Caleb wheezes behind you, almost concussing both of you the way he falls forward in shock. 

“What are you doing,” he hisses when he recovers, his words more an admonishment than a question. 

Resolutely, you pay him no mind, striking up a group discussion about the museum. What kinds of planes do they have there? How big is it? Have any of you ever been? And all the while, you continue tormenting the man beneath you, using the cavities of the road to assist. 

On one particularly sharp turn, you grind your hips into him a little harder, feeling the outline of his bulge between your legs. At this point, Caleb has caught on. Taking heaving breaths, he leans into your shoulder with a soft groan, muttering, “Don’t do this to me, Y/N. Not here, please.”

As he whispers into your ear, his absence from the larger conversation takes center stage. “You alright back there, Caleb?” Gideon calls from the driver’s seat. “Need any water? A/C?” 

“I’m fine,” Caleb grits out, barely managing to mask his grunt. 

Smiling to yourself, you adjust on his lap as you peer through the windshield, taking in the busy scene ahead of you. There’s some kind of festival going on, it seems, and half the street is blocked by a colorful array of vehicles. The lack of space forces Gideon’s full-size SUV onto the gravelly edge of the road.

Perfect, you think. Time for the grand finale. 

Bracing your hands on Caleb's thighs for support, you let the rest of your body go limp, leaving yourself completely at the mercy of the rocks ruining Gideon’s paint job. Up and down, up and down, up and down you went, virtually bouncing on Caleb’s growing erection. 

“Please,” he whimpers into your ear, not daring to speak above a whisper. Another bounce, and his hands are grasping at your hips while he throws his head back, jaw clenched shut. 

Dutifully, you ignore his cries and your own sticky arousal, refusing to falter until you get what you want. 

As he grows even harder beneath you, Caleb’s pleas grow more frantic. “Y/N, please. I-I’m sorry for last night, just—please. Fuck, please,” he stammers, a tremor in his voice. 

Just as the final plea leaves his mouth, an especially deep pothole throws you from his lap and a few inches into the air. A second later, gravity sends you crashing back down onto his aching, straining cock, and you feel it. Caleb comes hard, mouth dropping open in a silent scream, eyes closing in a mix of ecstasy and shame. To avoid suspicion, he buries his face into your shoulder while he rides out the rest of his high, pitiful whimpers and groans drowned out by the chords of cheerful pop songs on the radio. 

Reveling in the way Caleb’s whines vibrate through your skin, you turn your head slowly, checking your reflections in the rear-view mirror. When the coast is clear, you press a soft, teasing kiss to his hair, to which he twitches under you.

You’re filled with a wicked, awful glee, but you keep your face a mask of nonchalance as you call out, “Hey Gideon, can we stop at a gas station soon? I need to freshen up.”

For the rest of the trip, the Caleb who’d been so proud to forbid you from going out couldn’t meet your gaze, flushing crimson every time he saw you. 

[sitronsangbody]

Please, please be considerate of your fat friends' needs and limitations. Fat bodies are heavy to carry around. I move about the world slower than my thin peers, and I've often had to choose between pushing myself to keep a pace that takes absolutely all my energy, or being left behind, when walking in a group. I don't always feel safe to ask that everyone walk slower, because there's a prevalent idea in society that fat people need to exert themselves as much as possible at all times in the service of weight loss, and that we never "really" need rest, therefore it's a good thing whenever we're exhausted. Fat people and thin people alike are taught that fatness is a flaw, one that fat people ourselves are to blame for, so we're not entitled to any accommodation or consideration. A friend of mine who is fat recently told me about a dinner party she went to where the chairs were far too small for her and she was sitting very uncomfortably. After the meal she politely suggested moving the party to the couch, but the others didn't want to. She spent another couple of hours in unnecessary pain, and didn't dare tell them about it. I love my thin friends, but some of them just don't realize that I weigh probably twice as much as them, and yet I balance it all on the same size feet and carry it on about the same size bones. I'm like if they had a whole other them to carry around at all times. Why would that not have an impact on how I function? Please - take us into consideration when we're part of activities. Ask us which activities work and which don't. Adjust the pace so no one has to be dry heaving and sweating barrels on what's supposed to be a casual walk. Make sure venues have seating that fits us. Make it safe for us to speak up if we need something. When we do, don't treat us like we're the problem. Finally: yes, we have heard of losing weight. Even those of us who might (and many never will, whether you like it or not), won't do it on a moment's notice. If your response to "fat people deserve accommodations" is "what if they weren't fat though", you're playing a fantasy game. It's pointless. We are fat and we are here and we do partake in society. Work with that.