saturnhas82moons

[saturnhas82moons]

HAPPY PRIDE MOTHERFUCKERS

We’re here and always will be

[saturnhas82moons]

Hear me out succubus!reader x sub!ellie

warnings: succubus!reader + sub!ellie, slight mentions of inhuman body traits (tongue, claws for nails), tribbing, oral sex (e! receiving)

Ellie knows it's wrong. It's wrong physically, mentally, morally, spiritually. It's wrong in all the ways that count. The predicament she has found herself in is downright terrifying, and it should make her feel similar to how someone must feel surrounded by great, thick patches of forest in the middle of the night with nothing but a dead flashlight and prayers. She should feel each bit of hair raise in the same direction the follicle it protrudes from, and part of her cannot deny the sinister feeling of summoning something so beyond fucked.

But you've got such a grip on her, it's a helpless cause to hope that she can ever feel normal again.

It's easily the third time this week, but she needs it. The craving feels so easy, naturally attained as water soothing the body's thirst. It makes her feel extreme and she finds herself sliding one, two, three fingers into her graciously wet hole, only to whimper helplessly on the brink of an orgasm she will never reach without your help.

It's tragic, really. Walking down the aisle to the love of her life someday, and yet on their honeymoon some place far away, a hotel and soft silk sheets with a poor girl who isn't aware of the ritual a once bored 19 year old Ellie did, Ellie will be stuck in a loop. She'll never be able to cum, no matter how hard she tries. Not to her own touch, not to her wife's, and you'll be long gone by then.

It's a fate she chose for herself, really. She signed the terms and conditions agreement.

But for now, you appear when she feels the need to be stuffed and stretched rise up below her waist.

"You said you'd try to hold out longer," you greet her directly into her ear, deceivingly honey-soft laughter bellowing from your chest. It never gets old, because Ellie jolts, looking around until she finds you in her room. She isn't used to this—a demon available to her whenever she even feels the least bit horny. Not that she is complaining.

"Yeah, well, I guess I've changed my mind." You don't stop to take her in, the boy shorts that hug her hips in a cotton embrace a sight gone to waste as you immediately peel them off of her wanton body. The t-shirt is soon to follow, and Ellie doesn't need to be told to lay down nice and comfortable only to be wrecked beyond comprehension by you.

You're already naked, always are. You're impatient and all of the above, and she doesn't complain. She is ridiculously horny, and unlike you, she doesn't have all the time in the world.

You encourage her legs to part and receive no backlash; then, you find your hips fit snug between them, the fat in the back of her thighs cushioning you like a perfect fit.

Ellie knows this isn't what sex should be, never as perfect as the kind you supply and yet so painful. It reminds her of ballet, in a twisted sense. It's painful and leaves her body and soul weary, but she doesn't take the time to recover, kin to the exhaustion of the dancer whose years of cracked soles amount to an art so refined in the process, it's nearly worth it all. For a ballerina, she thinks it is worth it all. She isn't so sure with you.

She is addicted to the art of being your prey, regardless.

But she needs it like a dosage of her favorite drug, and she lets her hands greedily roam the smooth expanse of your back, drawing patterns over your shoulder blades. She takes all she can get when she is beneath you.

"I can smell how horny you are from miles away, you know." Your tongue is filthy against her neck, each stroke you draw against her jugular sending dopamine through her veins and straight down to her beating clit.

"Please," she murmurs needily, shuddering when one of your leg hitch over hers, feeling your clit easily slide against hers. "Fuck, like that, please. Just like that."

"Good girl, aren't you? Just take it." Your hips rock against hers in a familiar rhythm, just how Ellie likes it. Beneath you, the girl is a babbling mess, whining about how good you fuck her. She is delirious, so much so that she grabs your hips to keep you firmly on her lap as she grinds up against you. It's not enough and somehow too much all the same.

"Fuck, can you please just eat me out?" Ellie blurts out between her panting.

"Aw, getting selfish now?" You coo condescendingly, leaning down to shove your tongue into her mouth. She moans around it and sucks on it, feeling your spit-tanged lips slot against hers in a mockery of a loving kiss. She'll accept it, though. She'll love it.

You break the kiss to lick down her body, pausing on your favorite places. You have sex with her for selfish purposes yourself, none of them really being out of lust, but you still have appreciation for her tits and won't miss the chance to take one into your mouth, attaching your lips to her nipple so you can swirl your tongue around the sensitive bud.

"Stop teasing," Ellie grits through her teeth, voice strained and yet the desperate lilt rises even higher when you giggle against her navel, your path clear.

As if she wasn't soaked enough, you spit on her clit, watching as the saliva rushes down her folds and past her perineum. She moans at the feeling. Your saliva is always oddly cooler than it should be, and as soon as you poke your tongue into her hole just barely, the hot muscle a sensory contrast, her pillow is greeted by the back of her head, her neck raised like an arch in overwhelming pleasure.

You always like to make it painful too, so much so that she craves it when you dig your clawed nails into her thighs as you spread them impossibly apart, and in more extreme cases, she begs you to wrap your fingers around her throat and take her breath from her lungs as she cums all over your free hand or pussy.

Before, it was teasing and had her desperate for more. However, the direct stimulation now has her nearly doubling back in overstimulation before her orgasm. You hold her to her words, though. Your tongue clits against her clit, and your tongue feels unlike any human one, roughly textured. You work against her pussy as if you have found a door into her mind and know just how she imagines her pleasure, drawing it out on her body before she can even begin to describe it to you.

When her orgasm crashes over her, your grip on her thighs shifts up to her hips, pinning her quivering body to the bed. Cries of pleasure tear from her throat so loud the neighbor could hear if he were home. Thank Goddess for the community pool he frequents daily in his speedo, because he won't be hearing his neighbor get her pussy eaten by the succubus she made the mistake of summoning.

It's not art, but you look down at her as if she is—her heaving chest, nipples and both lips coated in your spit, pussy leaking down onto the sheets, clit engorged and red, and scratches marks littering her thighs. It's sends power through you just to see the state you've left her from.

But like always, you're gone before she can even think of uttering a reaction. You stay for the feeding, and you've given her her end of the deal.

Ellie is beginning to think of this as a mistake she cannot undo, however.

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a/n: yeah idk how to feel about this but i'm trying to fully get over my burnout and this is a step!!

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Reblog if you've ever cried over the death of a fictional character

And if you say you haven’t, you’re lying.

[saturnhas82moons]

An iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espresso OR an iced vanilla latte with oat milk

hi everybody please reblog this and tell me your go-to coffee order right now and if you don't like coffee feel free to include your go-to tea order instead

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 - 𝙚.𝙬

summary: one bed (or technicially couch) trope with bestfriend!ellie. warnings: fingering, thigh riding, cunnalingus, choking, all r!recieving, goofy goobers. word count: 3,778 words

ellie speaking, reader speaking.

"jesus" ellie complains as she slams the door, wind fighting against it. the cold causes a dusty pink to frost her cheeks. as much as you both want to collapse into your sleeping bags and let some much needed rest consume you - safety comes first. so the both of you, guns lazily at your sides, take a quick look around the unfamiliar cabin.

finding nothing but woods surrounding the cabin and nothing but the two of you inside, collapsing on the couch is the next move. you're both a little winded from trotting through the forest as well as the cold outside.

you catch ellie take a glance from you to the floor before sighing and beginning to pull her sleeping bag out. she tosses it on the floor then stands to remove her coat. your brows furrow as you sit up a little, realizing that she's trying to give you the couch "you're not sleeping on the floor" you tell her with a bit of an annoyed tone. not necessarily annoyed at her, but at the fact that she thinks you'd ever let her sleep on the floor.

she takes a glance around the room, motioning her hand out as if to point out the obvious. there's only one couch and nowhere else to sleep. "well you fucking aren't either." she responds while laying out her sleeping bag "i don't mind, really" ellie assures as she goes to sit down.

before she can make it to the ground, you lean forwards and tug the sleeping bag right out from under her ass. when ellie lands on the wooden floor, her jaw clenches as she dead stares you. however, there's only so mad she can be when you're smiling at her like it's the funniest thing you've ever done.

"just come share the couch" you suggest casually, laying her sleeping bag with yours before you lay onto your side, facing the back of the couch. ellie just stays on the floor for a moment awkwardly, lips parting then closing as she considers the offer. "there isn't room, you'll be uncomfortable." she says, though if you turned around you'd see the hesitation she took in declining.

you sigh and shrug your coat off, tossing it over the back of the couch. "if it gets uncomfortable then i'll just push you off" you tease, making her scoff a small laugh. then you turn your head back to look at her "really. i don't mind if you don't" you assure her.

you wait a few seconds to see if she'll come but when you hear no movement you eventually give up. too tired to argue. sleep is already pulling you away from conciousness. however, your eyes flutter back open when the couch cushion dips in from behind. a short smile spreads your lips whilst shuffling forwards to make as much room for ellie as possible.

her elbow presses into your back and you can pretty much sense the fact that she's trying to maintain space out of respect for your comfort. but fuck that. "we're both girls els" you say as if either of you are anywhere close to straight. before she can ask what you mean, ellie feels your hand grip hers to pull her arm across your waist.

she pauses, unsure of if this is a good idea. she's already been feeding her own delusion for months of wishing you liked her like she likes you. but at the end of the day, there's already so little room on the couch and there's no sign of discomfort from you so she leans into it, shuffling forwards a bit to have a little more room on the three seated sofa- unintentionally making your bodies just barely touch.

"night" "goodnight"

a couple moments pass and ellie is slipping into unconciousness. there is no sound besides the creaks of the old cabin and whatever lurks in the woods. still, something pulls her from slumber. it's your body pushing backwards into hers.

ellie assumes your just getting comfortable until your leg gently hooks around her ankle, pulling it forwards between your legs. she feels herself freeze even the slightest movement. breathing suddenly feels optional.

ellie is still unsure if it was of any kind of intention until your foot glides up and down the bottom of her leg slowly, gently. your butt pushing back again. almost instinctively her hand squeezes your waist as she asks "what are you doing?"

her questioning makes you reconsider your actions for a moment. had you been taking the hints wrong? was she not into you? into this? "i dunno.." tone shyer now, your foot pauses against her ankle, slowly slipping off her.

there's a stillness that makes you think you must have made things awkward. you're ripped from your devastation when ellie makes a split second decision to wrap her arm further around you. tugging you into her. there's a short pause, just enough for ellie to question if that's what you had wanted but then you roll over until your squished with your back against the couch - face to face with ellie.

the stunned yet hopeful look in ellie's pretty brown eyes reflect the same emotion as yours. neither move first, but simultaniously your lips press together. maybe it's the lack of sleep but the feeling of her lips on yours somehow both relaxes and lights up everything in you so intensely. there's a safety within the trust you two have and a danger in the risk of that trust.

her hand is on your side, her thumb barely sliding beneath your shirt. your hands find place cupping her rose colored cheeks. it starts pure and innocent. you've both been waiting for the intimacy that breaks the line of friendship for a long time. she squeezes your side and you cup her jaw more, both your lips pulling and pushing, feeling infuriated that you can't mend your bodies closer.

your leg eventually rests up over her hip. that's where it starts. it isn't a big deal, just a small action. until she subconciously shifts her leg and it nudges against your clothed pussy. regardless of if it was purposeful or not, your response is to grind yourself into her thigh.

ellie takes the hint, breaking her mouth away from yours as she presses her knee up with intention this time. your lips part with a gasp as you meet her eyes slowly. after a beat, ellie speaks "you're so fucking pretty" the glimmer of admiration in her eyes tells you she means it with every bone in her body. though you have little time to be sappy when her hand slips down to your waist. ellie pulls your hips forward - grinding her thigh into your core again.. and again, starting to build a rythym.

her eyes stay locked on your face as you softly exhale, your hips fighting against her grip as you try to grind your hips harder and needier then the pace she's set. the smallest smile creeps onto ellie's lips at your tangible need.

her hand grips harder to still your hip, thigh still rubbing right into your clothed pussy. the softest whine leaves your lips in both frustration and pleasure. ellie looks in awe of the fact that she's eliciting this kind of reaction. all you can do is continue to cup her face whilst shifting close as possible and tucking your head beneath her chin, hiding your face into your bestfriends neck.

the pride stays within ellie's expression as she pulls you down over her thigh again and again. you're starting to grow irritated with your jeans stunting the pleasure you want, her hands guiding your hips how she wants only makes it worse.

with a sigh, your hand pulls hers off your waist. she's frozen with concern until you pull her hand toward your jeans. she's just about to work your button open when suddenly she pauses. "here-" she shifts forwards, pushing you further into the couch. "on your back" she tells you.

you comply, watching as she sits up on her knee's between your legs. seeing your bestfriend between your legs, unbuttoning your jeans is already enough to have you aching for her to do whatever she wants.

ellie tugs your pants off. then her hands rest on your knee's whilst she looks over you. she first gazes at the very visible damp spot on your white underwear. then her eyes roam to how your hands lay at your sides, hair being messed up by the pillow beneath you - the best part being your face. lips parted, eyes pleading for her to do something.

every moment is painfully slow when her hands glide down your legs. but it's worth every second when she carefully straightens out your panties, like you're a doll she's scared she'll break. it's sweet - however, her thumb pressing onto your clit takes you out of your state of admiration.

ellie begins circling her thumb slowly, watching your facial expressions twist into pleasure with each movement. your hands impatiently reach down to take off your underwear but the second your fingers graze the material, her free hand gently grabs your wrist. her tone is soft but firm "no. just- i've got you. don't." as she speaks, her hand pushes your arm back to your side.

"but-" you are instantly cut off from speaking when once again her thumb firmly presses circles around your clothed clit. in reaction your hips push up - you look a little dumbfounded by her audacity to cut you off. but before you can start again she's roaming her free hand up over your stomach, then she shuffles on top of your body till she can press her mouth eagerly onto yours.

her thumb stays softly toying with your clit over your underwear. it's enough to make your hips squirm softly for more, but still - it's not what you need. her free hand proceeds, pausing just for a second to gently brush the back of her hand over your hardened nipple. you still have your shirt on but the soft touch of her knuckles makes your body shiver nonetheless. it almost tickles.

you feel her lips twist into a smile against yours, then her knuckles brush over your nipple again, making you sigh through your nose at the ticklish feeling. her lips break off of yours, lips brushing along your cheek, her face hovering just next to yours to listen as you gasp softly each time her thumb strokes over your clothed pussy.

ellie's other hand is slowly sliding up from your tit, just grazing over your skin ticklishly. ellie pulls back from your face to look at you, her breath still warm against your cheek. her hand brushes over your skin further upwards, her knuckles making their way over your collarbone, then reaching your neck. her eyes are loving and touch soft as she brushes your hair away from your neck.

you love how sweet she is, you do, but.. there's something else you want. you bring your hand up to rest over the hand on your neck. your eyes roam to ellie's and you're met with a questioning look. ellie's expression turns to slight surprise as you press her hand down, silently asking her fingers to splay out over your throat.

her thumb is still lazily stroking over your underwear when her palm presses down. her fingers just are barely touching the sides of your neck on their own now. ellie doesn't miss how your head tilts back slightly - silently asking for her to proceed. "yeah?" ellie softly breathes out, eyes questioning to be sure.

you nod quickly, making her smile at your eagerness. she does as you wanted, her hand wrapping around your throat with a pressure that's just enough to make everything a little more hazy - but not enough to hurt.

her fingers begin to slip beneath your underwear and two of her fingers very gently press against your aching hole, circling slowly. a whine pushes from your mouth but it comes choked due to the increased pressure on your neck.

she doesn't need to tease you about how soaked you are for her - the look in her eyes melded with her grin she gives you says enough. her thumb strokes the side of your neck to keep your attention both on her and the pleasure your recieving. her two fingers, already wet just from your folds, slowly press inside of you.

your mouth falls open with a gentle moan, your hips already pushing down towards her hand in a silent plea for more. more of anything. ellie's presses a kiss to your cheek - squeezing your throat still as she begins to pump her digits in and out just a couple times, feeling your pussy squeeze each time, aligned with the small gasps and soft moans you elicit.

ellie curls her fingers up experimentally, rubbing just the right spot inside of you - it causes you to grab at her side, your fingers gently digging into her skin. you want need that again, and she can certainely tell. her fingers curl up once more, then again, she keeps going - a rythym being set.

"ellie.." you whine out her name as your fingers clasp around her wrist, eyes shutting. it feels embarassing to fall apart so quickly for her - but she doesn't think it's embarassing at all, infact it's the most satisfying reaction she feels like she could get from someone.

ellie's fingers curl up harder, eliciting a whine that you choke out. your breath is uneven and she decides to remove her hand from your throat to instead grasp your jaw, turning your face towards hers. "'s it feel good?" ellie isn't the most confident person in the world so you can tell that it isn't just dirty talk, she's genuinely questioning you on her abilities.

she doesn't make it easy to respond when her thumb strokes over your clit in time with the curl of her fingers. "f- uck" you whine, not missing the grin spreading back onto her face again at your struggle. your eyes narrow but you don't have the will to argue, instead finally responding with "uh-huh" whilst as your legs squeeze her sides, twitching slightly as your hips stutter up.

ellie releases your jaw and her fingers stop for just a second. you would complain if you weren't watching as she shifts down between your legs. ellie's fingers resume curling into your fluttering walls, the moan you choke out is flithy as is but it turns to a even louder cry when her lips close in around your clit. your squirming and pretty noises make ellie wish she could stay here all day. any worry or regret for pushing the boundaries of friendship dissapeared the second she knew you wanted this as much as she does.

"ellie!" you cry out again, no longer able to resist your hands snaking into her hair. she hums back in response, the vibration only making it all the better. your fingers subconciously grasp harder into her hair for stability.

ellie's fingers pump faster, curling harder in desperation for more of your pleasured reactions. unsurprisingly, she gets what she wants when your legs tense up around her head. in response she latches her mouth around your clit harder, suckling in a way that makes your legs tense and shake harder.

you're getting much closer but you're also growing extremely sensitive from her teeth and tongue's assault on your clit. the previous teasing to it had done nothing to help. ellie can tell it must be a lot by the way your hips are jerking up each time her fingers curl or her mouth clasps around your clit.

she resorts to pressing down on your stomach to still you, whilst gently flicking her tongue against your swollen nerves. apparently that didn't lessen any of the feeling because instantly the sound of her name spills from your lips, sounding like a plea as you abruptly gush over her still pumping fingers. your thighs clasp and your body shakes, head tilted back as you mutter curses and gasp softly through your orgasm.

she's memorized by your reaction. she really is. that's exactly why she needs more. you think she's just guiding you through it, making sure that you've rode out your high completely. it gets to the point where your stomach nearly aches from the orgasm and your clit is twitching sensitively. yet, her fingers still curl and pump into you.

"ellie i'm done y- oh- shit, els. too fucking much" you can't communicate coherently when her lips come to suck down on your clit again, swapping between that and flicking her tongue against the swollen nerve.

"want me to stop?" she mumbles right against your clit whilst still fucking her fingers into you like her hand isn't beginning to cramp up. her eyes meet yours and although a tear brims your eyes, she see's the pleasure all over your fucked out expression, making her decide to continue.

you don't want her to stop but your palms are almost subconciously pushing at the top of her head as your hips fight to buck up into her. ellie smacks your hands away gently. "keep them to yourself." she mumbles with mild irritation before getting straight back to devouring you.

you only listen for so long before you're squirming, mind a haze and it's all too much. your palm pushes at her head once more. with a sigh, her fingers still and she lifts her head up slightly "seriously." she grumbles, mouth shining with your cum as she gives you a more stern look - one you don't personally tend to receive from ellie, though many others do.

you're irritated at the fact that she halted her movements and you want to complain but given the circumstances, you'd rather just do what she wants so she'll continue. "okay! sorry." you say, shooting a bit of a glare at ellie before your head tilts into the pillows, hands coming up to rest next to it.

with a roll of ellie's eyes, teeth and tongue take your clit back whilst her two fingers curl up into your sensitive walls, you feel your eyes flutter shut when you whine, both hands grasp the pillow next to your head so you don't instinctively reach out to grasp at her hair again.

ellie's unoccupied hand moves away from your stomach to instead push your thigh's open further for her - but it's nearly impossible for you to stop how your trembling legs close in on her. so eventually she grips your ankle, gently lifting your leg over her shoulder for better access.

your heel is digging into ellie's back with each curl of her fingers or harsh flick of her tongue. your pleasured struggle only makes her more determined to finish you off. ellie's fingers slide out of your pussy, a second of emptiness that makes your head lift to look down but she instantly replaces it with her tongue now fucking into you instead. her thumb going to your clit instead to rub back and forth with fervor. it's a little too much for how overstimulated you are.

you sit up slightly, knuckles turning white from the grasp in the blankets you take. your hips twisting and twitching makes it hard for ellie to keep her tongue fucking into you but she's a determined girl, her face only pressing into you more, tongue pushing faster whilst her thumb on your nerves is making your stomach and pussy both squeeze.

you sit up further so you can place your hand over hers, bringing it off your thigh and onto your stomach so you can hold onto itt for support. ellie is quick to respond by squeezing your hand back comfortingly.

"mph- elliee" "come on pretty" your voice is high and rasped, hers is soft and soothing - yet with a eager impatience to see you fall apart again. at this point you aren't even moaning, just breathlessly gasping with small whines from how dry your throat is. you feel the tension in your gut, it builds with each and every bit of pressure your swollen nerves take until finally your walls squeeze around nothing, her tongue flattening over your hole.

you squeeze ellie's hand so hard it hurts but she doesn't mind, too entranced by your fucked out expression and the way you leak on her tongue. you don't fully comprehend ellie's small praises "there you go" and "that's it" fading into the background as she continues to stimulate your pussy softly between words till you begin coming down.

once you're back down to reality, both of ellie's hands leave all other occupation to instead softly rub along your sides. her tongue laps at your pussy once, then twice more. enough to make your eyes shut, legs twitch and pussy clench for her one last time.

her eyes are glued to the aftermath of the mess she's made, the sight of cum dripping out of you whilst you pant heavily - a soft smile on your face is enthralling to her. ellie has the decency to come back up your body and press her lips to your sweat ridden forehead. two of ellie's fingers slowly push your cum back inside of you.

your arms wrap up around ellie's neck. face burying into her shoulder, you feel as she kisses the top of your head. her fingers slowly slip out of you as she slowly pushes up off of you "hold on" she speaks soothingly. just as fast as she gets off the couch - she returns just as with a cloth and your water bottle. she wets the cloth and then gets back on the sofa whilst she spreads your knee's apart. ellie kneels between your thighs to slowly and gently clean you up.

you're completely memorized by this side of her. the soft yet intense and intimate side of ellie. once ellie's done cleaning you up, you grab her arm and pull her to lay down with you. she falls forwards into the couch with a soft huff of a laugh. now that the boundary of friendship is broken, you shuffle to lay yourself onto your friend - resting your head onto her, burying your face in her neck.

her palms smooth over your hair and back, then you both slowly drift off. the conversation of whatever that was can wait till the morning. all you both know is that you feel safe within each others hold and platonic or not you love each other all the same.

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Vi relationship headcannons ->fluffy time!<- SFW

Pairing: Vi x reader <3

When you happen to see each other at a public place, it surprises her, but not enough to not go and say Hi. In fact she sneaks up behind you, and picks you up, twirling you around. “Hi babe, missed you” she’d say hiding in the crook of your neck. While you were nearly scared half to death. Thankfully, this scent she’s been rocking as of late helps you know it’s her. But you don’t tell her that. (A cologne/perfume, that is one of your favorites)

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When having “sleepovers” she holds you close at night, especially when it’s cold, you run hot and personally love it when its cold. It’s when Vi is the most clingy.

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You put a smile on her face, waking her up with her favorite sweets from the bakery. Til this day you wonder: for someone who loves sweets how does she make sure she stays healthy? Well wouldn’t you like to know. She’ll never tell.

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You love being corny with her, and so you make sure the vase you picked out together always has violets in them. In fact you began learning how to be a gardener, to take care of future plant.. especially violets.

One day she came home and witness to see the first sprout. The potted plant says “you”. And Vi writes you a note of the progress of the plant when you’re at work. Le notes says: “I grew 2 cm taller today. Do not.. do not start the short jokes.. I know. But I’m a grower not a shower thank you very much- love Vi <3”

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Violet loves when you kiss the scar on her lip, you noticed she makes this goofy smile when you kiss her with such preciseness.

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Vi, likes to kiss the back of your neck to say hello to you.

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For a long day at work for Vi, she pouts at her phone waiting for you to send her a voice note, whiney about not hearing your voice (it’s only been 7 hours, but she gets irritable if she hasn’t heard you within 2)

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You try your best as her lovely partner, and give her 1 on 1 time with the start of giving her a long massage. With her favorite oils that doesn’t irritate her tattooed areas. This also strike two birds with one stone, you get to trace her tattoos of eye candy, and she gets to enjoy your strong attentive touch. And you guessed it the both you enjoy physical touch as a love language.

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Another corny thing you do in this relationship is… Vi buying you butterscotch candies, to you “what’s up buttercup” and loves it when you roll your eyes at her, turning your head to hide a smile. In which she peppers kisses on your face to bring it back out again? She’s smitten with your smile as you are with hers.

[saturnhas82moons]

Love how I can hear my dad giving my sister the small riot act regarding her new card

“No drugs”

“You can buy stuff you like and want. You can do that now”

“Spend ur money how you want or you can save it a buy ur self a car”

Love this

[saturnhas82moons]

every day i think about bonded aurora and phantom. like, at this point, they're comfortable around the others, the whole band is their pack, etc etc, but at the start? they were inseparable. phantom used to get nervous around other quintessence ghouls because he was so different from them, and felt inferior. aurora used to worry about accidentally breaking some sort of unspoken rule and weirding other air ghouls out, because they all seemed to follow some sort of social code she was never let in on.

so, at first, aurora and phantom were always together. they held each other when they slept, they walked around with their hands held tightly together as if afraid someone would try to pull them apart. they spoke in hushed whispers during every meal, regularly wore each others' clothes as if it was completely natural.

even as they got more comfortable with the other ghouls, their bond stayed just a little closer with each other. they can communicate with each other with just subtle looks and gestures, if one of them vouches for another ghoul/papa/sibling the other instantly trusts them too.

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thinking about making out with abby…

making out with abby feels like being slowly set on fire in the best way. she doesn’t rush, never rushes, because she knows exactly what she’s doing to you. she’s all strong hands and lazy confidence, pinning you gently against the couch or dragging you into her lap like you belong there. and the worst part? you do.

her kisses start soft. teasing. the kind that make your stomach flutter, all lips barely brushing and smirking pauses, like she’s giving you just enough to make you needy. and then, just when you lean in for more - she grabs your waist, tight, and kisses you like she’s starved.

her tongue slides against yours and her hand creeps under your shirt, callused fingers dragging over skin like she’s memorising the shape of you. one hand on your thigh, the other under your hoodie, pulling you closer like it’s not close enough. you’re straddling her now, your knees bracketing her hips, and her fingers are digging into your legs like she’s holding herself back.

you try to pull away for a second to catch your breath, but she just leans in with that cocky, low voice, “what’s wrong, baby? need a break?” and then she kisses you again, deeper this time, just to prove a point.

and the way she groans when you tug on her shirt or tangle your fingers in her braid? yeah. that’s when things get messy.

she doesn’t let up until your lips are swollen, your thoughts are static, and your hands are trembling somewhere around her shoulders. and even then, she’ll just smirk, brush a thumb across your lower lip, and say, “we should do that again. for, uh… practice.”

(you practice. a lot.)

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Abby Andersonxmascreader who cant be intimate emotionally or physically—so abby tries to pull it out of them with surprise kisses and hugs or something, they work it out :) fluff please or smut or whatever idc LOVE THE THEME

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praising, fluff, smut, traumas, body worshipping, crying, slow intimate sex, masc!reader. A/N: i apologise in advance if u find the smut part shit because i felt slightly vulnerable writing this.

"Come on, baby, just give me a hug." Abby whined behind you. She just came back home from work and you were cooking dinner when she tried to pull you in a hug.

Of course, you refused. You gave her a peck on the cheek and told her that that was it. Just that one kiss that didn't even last for more than two seconds.

Abby, being the ever so clingy girlfriend that she is, complained and keot asking you to give her just more than a kiss.

"No. I gave you a kiss. What more do you want from me?" you groaned and turned to face her. Your eyebrows were furrowed, tone annoyed, and hand gripping the spatula tight that caught Abby's eyes.

Her shoulders slumped, her head slightly hung low as you continued to angrily glare at her.

You groaned and rubbed your temple when you noticed her change of demeanour. "What now?" you snapped, tongue clicking as you watched Abby sulk infront of you.

Silence.

She kept quiet. Her breathing is slow, posture slumped, and fingers fidgeting with each other. Then she finally spoke, "I feel like.. you don't love me."

Your eyes widened, and for a moment—your angry expression faltered. But it quickly came back. You let out a heavy sigh and turned around to turn off the stove before facing her again.

"What are you talking about?" you asked. Your voice was cold, it was calm. As if you were trying to suppress your bubbling anger.

Abby's head slowly looked up, her eyes feigning sadness when they met yours. "You never tell me you love me. You never hug me longer than thirty seconds, you barely kiss me. You-" she stopped and bit her lip.

"You never make me feel loved."

You froze, a lump forming in your throat when you saw tears well up in her eyes. You were speechless. You knew what to say. You knew what you wanted her to hear.

You just don't know how to say it.

"I-.. I'm sorry." you whispered, your eyes drifting down to the tiled floor. You couldn't bare to look at her in the eyes. Those sad eyes.

Abby stared at you, tears starting to spill from her eyes. She slowly stepped towards you and reached out her hand to caress your face.

"I know our relationship is just new. But I love you. And I'm not forcing you to say it back, I-.. I just want you to make feel it." she choked out, her breath wavering when she finally told you how she felt.

A year. She waited a whole year for you. Endured the pain, the sting, the clenching ache in her chest every time you avoid her. But now, she finally built up the courage to voice out her thoughts. To let you know how much she's been hurting.

And all you could do was gaze back and forth between her eyes. You didn't know what to tell her. How to ease the pain she's been feeling.

So you held the hand that was on your face, your head leaning closer to hers. Abby let out a sigh. This was the first time that you were the first to initiate physical contact.

"I'm sorry." you whispered.

Abby shook her head. "No, no. Don't be sorry. I just wanted you to know how I felt, baby, that's all. Please don't say sorry." she cried, her tone pleading and guilty.

You nodded, hands reaching up to cup her face. "Okay, okay. It's okay." you smiled. You pulled away to look at her tear-streaked face, your breath hitching at her pained expression.

She might have hidden her pain from you, but you were also hiding something from her. Something from your past that you can't seem to let go. The one that you kept holding onto to. The one you thought is going to keep you locked in a cage forever.

And no one could ever save you out of it.

But maybe you're wrong. Maybe there is someone who could help you escape. Help you let go. Help you heal what was broken. Someone who would stay and make you forget about that tragedy.

And maybe, that someone is Abby.

"Can we sit down? I wanna tell you something." Abby nodded, her usual smile finally appearing. "Okay."

The both of you made your way out of the kitchen and towards the living room. Your fingers were intertwined that made Abby's heart leap in joy.

You slowly sat down on the couch, Abby then followed to sit beside you. "Okay.." you breathed, your nerves shaking as you prepared yourself for what you were about to tell her.

Abby watched and patiently waited, her thumb rubbing circles on your hand. "Take your time."

You smiled at her gesture, your height still towering her figure despite her being tall and the two of you sat down.

"Okay.." you took a deep breath, your smile faltering. "Uh.. before I met you, I was in a really really bad relationship." you chuckled. But there was no humour to it.

It wasn't funny. You never saw it as something that you could make a joke out of for the sake of hearing other people's laughter, or for making the situation "lighter".

Abby nodded as her silent way of saying "I understand you". She waited patiently as you built up more courage to tell her more. She just sat there. Calm, collected, waiting.

"I was with this girl who I thought loved me. Who I thought cared about me. I was her first ever girlfriend, her first girlfriend to ever 'dress and act' like a man." you continued, your voice wavering as horrible memories flashed before your eyes.

Abby's brows started to furrow and she started to scoot even closer to you, her jaw tightening when she heard the slight tremor in your voice.

"She would always tell me how to act, get upset when I act like a woman. Because I am a woman. And she didn't like that. She didn't like that despite me dressing so masculine, I was still a girl. She didn't like that she had to call me her girlfriend." you swallowed, your eyes finally meeting Abby's. Hers were squinted, teary. Gaze flickering between the cushions and your eyes.

You could sense that she felt guilty even if it wasn't her you were talking about.

And that shattered you. Because she felt like she had gone too far. Pushed you too hard that made you relive your traumas.

"When we were out in public, with her friends, we were a normal couple. But when we were alone, I was just another toy. She would hit me. Tell me to leave her alone, because she doesn't do dykes. She just wanted me for show. She wanted my 'pretty face' for everyone to see. To know that she owned me."

Your tears started rolling down your cheeks. Your chest tightened that made it hard for you to breathe. Abby noticed it and immediately pulled you into a hug, her hand caressing your hair softly as you sobbed in her arms.

"So, I'm sorry that I made you wait. That I made you suppress your feelings for so long. I'm sorry t-that I hurt you. I-.. I'm sorry, baby, I r-really am." you cried out, your voice stammered and panicked as you apologised to Abby.

She only cried even more. Seeing you like this, seeing you fragile and broken hurt her in more ways than you thought. "It's okay, shh.. It's okay, my love. I got you. I understand."

"I'm sorry. I'm f-fucking sorry." you pulled away from the hug, your eyes staring at Abby's face.

You slowly leaned in, caressed her cheek, and crashed your lips against hers.

"Hmm!" Abby moaned in surprise when your tongue entered her mouth, her hands flying up to your hair.

Your tongues danced together, hands roaming around each other's body. You could feel the hunger and yearning burning off of your bodies.

Abby broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your swollen lips. "I love you. No matter what, I fucking love you."

You nodded, your chest heaving as you desperately pulled her in for another kiss. "I love you too. I love you so much."

Abby nodded, her hands sliding under your tank top—her fingers finding your erect nipples that were straining against your sports bra.

"Take this off." she husked. You nodded your head and helped her take off your clothing piece by piece—her large hands trembling as your smooth skin started to get revealed.

She softly laid you down on the couch, her body hovering over your eyes as she looked down at you with hunger in her eyes.

"You're pretty. So beautiful." she whispered and leaned down to latch her mouth on your nipple, your back arching when you felt her tongue tease the bud.

Abby's hand squeezed your other breast whilst her free hand crawled down towards your heat. "Hmm.. you're soaked." she chuckled.

"Stop.." you whined, your arm covering half of your face when you felt it heat up.

Abby chuckled at your reaction, her hand spreading your legs wider before she slowly dipped her fingers inside your soaking hole.

"Ah!" you moaned, teeth biting your bottom lip when her digits kissed your walls. "Hmm, fuck.. Abby." you breathed out, body twitching at her slow and deliberate pace.

"I love you." she whispered as she slowly left open-mouthed kisses all over your chest and down to your stomach. "You're beautiful."

"Hnngh.. I l-love you too." you whimpered, Abby's fingers curling in your cunt and hitting your spot.

"This gorgeous body is mine, yeah?" she cooed, her thumb pressing down on your clit. "Ahh! Y-yes, fuck yes.. I-It's yours, baby. I'm yours."

Abby smirked against your stomach, her fingers sliding off your cunt slightly before slamming right back into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled when her fingers kissed your spot once more, a knot in your stomach tightening when you felt your orgasm nearing.

"Oh fuck, are you cumming? You gonna cum all over my fingers, hmm?" she groaned, feeling your walls clench around her digits.

You nodded, strands of hair starting to stick to your sweaty forehead. "Y-yeah.. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna f-fucking cum." you groaned.

Abby smiled and captured your lips in a searing kiss whilst her fingers continued to fuck into your pussy.

"Hmm.. hnghh, c-cumming." you choked out, your toes curling when you finally came all over Abby's fingers.

She pulled away from the kiss to watch as you made a mess on her fingers, an amused smile appearing on her face at how much you let out.

"Gorgeous." she chuckled and slowly thrusted into your pussy to help you come down from her high.

"S-stop.. 's too much." you whined. Abby nodded and kissed your forehead as she pulled her fingers out of you, your face wincing at the sudden emptiness.

"You okay?" she whispered, eyes looking down at you with worry.

You looked back up at her and cupped her face in your hands. You could feel your heart beat faster than it did before. You could feel it swell with so much love and affection for the woman on top of you.

The woman who saved you. The woman who helped you get out of that cage. The woman who helped you let go of the rope that was wrapped too tight around your throat.

"Thank you."

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y’all ever read a fanfic that you cannot believe an author just wrote for free?? what an honor it is to read a piece of someone’s soul they shared out of nothing but love for a piece of media. what a privilege it is to be allowed their talent because you share an interest!!

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Pairing: Sevika x reader

THEY KISSING SFW

You smooch her once, twice, thrice, and another one again. She looks down at you with her toothy gapped smile, an eyebrowing arching up, wondering what’s got you so kissy, touchy today.”I just love you so much” you say as you go in for a kiss on her nose. She blinked twice, heat rising from her neck to her face, heart beat racing, face surprised that you chose to do that. “No one’s ever.. um. Wow.” You tilt your head in confusion with her puzzling face, not yet ready to set an emotion. “I wanna kiss all of you, love” she smolders towards you, admiring your dilated eyes. “Is that a proposition?” She asks, pulling you towards her like the strings of a bow, guiding the violins strings of your chordae tendineae, confection of heart swaying notes. Beat after beat your heart goes. A warmth of her entire, engulfs you like a flame, a flame that is tender, that wraps you with a tight embrace. Another kiss you give, and kiss she gives to your cheek, to your lobe, to your pulse points, the place that your goosebumps praise her as if it was screams of idolatry. Warmth accepts you like the welcoming of seasons. Their silent agreement to take the lead for the worlds new phases. Her cloud plush lips kisses you, smooches you deeply, inhaling your scent. A rich scent you have, reminding her of home, home that she misses dearly. And just like the beautiful sunset that graces your windows, she is just as enamored by your essence that you purely exude. Your hearts beat in tandem, happy once again to be a part of her universe. Not only has her warmth saved you from cold nights alone, and not just the love you make on your soft sheets of bedding, her loyalty for you, her own beauty that you have deeply tattooed in your lifeline of an artery. Her words that carves her sounds in your brain. Forever amore your lovely Sevika.

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could you possibly do experienced abby and reader who hasn't had sex with anyone besides using her dildos and fingers and perhaps is stretched out due to her using the dildos so much if that makes sense🙏🙏

Only for me, then?

experienced!abby x inexperienced!reader

Warnings: mention of dildos and toys, cunniligus(r!receiving) fingering(r!receiving)

this is crazy but I love it

The room’s dim, quiet except for the low hum of whatever movie’s playing — something neither of you are paying attention to. You’re curled up next to Abby on her couch, blanket across your lap, shoulders almost touching.

Almost.

She’s relaxed the way she always is. One arm draped across the back of the couch, long fingers idly close to your hair. She hasn’t touched you tonight. Not really. But you’re wound tight anyway, heart ticking faster every time her knee brushes yours.

“You good?” she asks, low, like she already knows the answer.

You nod, then shake your head. “I’m just… thinking.”

Abby shifts slightly, not pushing, but focused now. “About what?”

You hesitate. Not because you don’t want to tell her — you do — but it sounds awkward in your head. You’ve had weeks of tension building up between you, but you’ve never crossed that line. Not yet. Not completely.

“I want to sleep with you,” you say finally. “I’ve been thinking about it.”

Abby doesn’t react with surprise. She just tilts her head slightly, eyes steady. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You pause. “I’ve never… with anyone. Not like that.”

Still no surprise. Just quiet attention. She nods once, like that’s all she needs.

You clear your throat. “But I’ve used toys. A lot. I know what I like. I’m just—new to the part where it’s not me.”

Abby shifts again — closer, this time. Her knee presses into yours, and her fingers slide gently against your shoulder, grounding you.

“That’s good to know,” she says, tone unreadable but not teasing. “So you’re used to it. Just not with someone else.”

You nod. “Yeah.”

She leans in, slow, giving you time to stop her. You don’t. Her lips brush yours, soft at first, then deeper. When she pulls back, her voice is quieter.

“Only me, then.”

You nod again, heartbeat fast. She stands, fingers lacing gently with yours.

“Come here,” she says. “I’ll take care of you.”

And you do.

Her bedroom’s dark except for the soft glow from the hallway. Abby shuts the door behind you and gives you a moment to just… breathe. She doesn’t crowd you, doesn’t rush.

But when she steps in, she’s focused. Quiet. Eyes on you like she’s already mapping out what she wants to do.

“You sure?” she asks, even though she already knows the answer.

You nod. “Yeah. I want this.”

She moves in, slow but deliberate, hands on your waist. You tilt your head up and she kisses you again — deeper this time. Her hands slide under your shirt, warm against your stomach, then up. She pulls it off and tosses it aside like she’s done it a hundred times. But when her eyes drop to your chest, there’s something new there — something reverent.

“You’re beautiful,” she says softly, like she means it.

Her fingers skim over your skin, thumbs brushing your nipples, and your breath catches. She’s not even trying yet and your body’s already burning for more.

You reach for her, fingers tugging at her tank top. “Take it off.”

She does, muscles flexing as she pulls it over her head. Her body is strong, solid, and warm. You’ve imagined it so many times — her arms around you, her mouth on you — but nothing compares to having it right here.

She leans down again, this time slower, mouth dragging from your neck to your collarbone, down between your breasts. Her hands stay on your waist, thumbs stroking soft circles into your skin, grounding you even as she pushes you back toward the bed.

You sit down. She kneels in front of you.

“Can I?” Her fingers hook the waistband of your pants.

You nod. “Yeah.”

She pulls everything down in one smooth motion, underwear included. You’re bare in front of her now, and it’s terrifying and thrilling all at once. You instinctively squeeze your thighs together, but Abby gently parts them with her hands and settles between them like she belongs there.

Her eyes drop to your cunt, and she pauses — then exhales a quiet curse.

“Fuck,” she mutters. “You’re soaked already.”

You squirm, embarrassed.

Abby looks up at you, expression unreadable for a moment. Then her mouth twitches into the smallest smirk. “No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart.”

She drags a finger along your slit — light, teasing — and you shiver. When she pushes one finger in, it sinks in easily. Her eyes flick up to yours.

“You really have been stretching yourself, huh?”

Your breath hitches. “Yeah.”

She smiles, almost proud. “Gonna make this easy for me.”

She adds a second finger, slow but steady. They slide in without resistance, and her thumb brushes your clit with barely any pressure. Your hips twitch.

“You ever done this to yourself and thought about me?” she asks, voice low and rough.

You nod frantically without thinking.

She groans softly. “Good.”

Her pace is slow at first — testing. Mapping how your body reacts. She curls her fingers just right and your breath catches in your throat. She keeps doing it, over and over, until your hips are rolling without you meaning to.

“Feels good?” she murmurs, kissing your thigh.

“Yes,” you gasp. “Fuck, Abby—”

She pulls her fingers out and replaces them with her mouth. No warning, no hesitation — just her tongue flat against you, licking you open, slow and thorough like she has all the time in the world. You cry out, hands grabbing at her shoulders for something to hold onto.

She moans into you when you grind against her mouth, then slides two fingers back inside you without breaking rhythm. Her mouth and hand work together like she’s done this a hundred times — and maybe she has. You don’t care. Right now, it’s just you and her and the heat building low in your belly, fast and intense.

“Close?” she mumbles against your clit.

You nod frantically. “Yes — please don’t stop.”

Abby doesn’t. She speeds up just a little — the thrust of her fingers, the swirl of her tongue — and it’s too much, too perfect. You come hard, with a choked moan, thighs shaking around her head. She holds you through it, fingers still moving until you gasp and push her away.

She kisses your inner thigh once more, then looks up at you — flushed, focused, and smug as hell.

“Told you I’d take care of you,” she says, crawling up beside you.

You’re still panting, trembling slightly. “That was…”

“Better than your toys?”

You laugh, breathless. “So much better.”

Abby brushes your hair back, presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Good,” she says. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”

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the horrors persist but my friends write beautiful fanfic

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Sevika x just the most sweetest butch girl ever-Like pours her full love into everything but one night she comes back from work just bawling about exhaustion and Sevika is just trying not too to laugh or smile cause she just thinks its cute

✴ — warmer in your arms

butch! reader ↪ sevika .

The door didn’t slam, exactly — it thudded shut, low and slow like the sound of defeat. Sevika barely looked up from her seat at the kitchen table. She had a tumbler of whiskey in her hand, long legs kicked out under the chair, her shirt unbuttoned just enough to say it's been a day, too.

But it was the silence that made her pause.

You usually came in talking — sometimes muttering to yourself, sometimes venting, always unloading in your way. But tonight… nothing.

She turned her head and saw you standing in the doorway, still in your dusty overalls, eyes already red.

“Oh,” Sevika said softly, and that was all it took.

Your lip trembled like a faulty lever, and then you were crying — not dainty tears either. Full-body, shoulder-shaking sobs. The kind you couldn't control even if you tried, and god, you were trying. Hands on your hips, breath hiccupping like a damn engine misfiring.

“I—I’m—fuck,” you gasped out, laughing wetly through it. “I’m sorry, this is—stupid.”

“Not stupid,” Sevika said, standing up. She kept her face neutral. Had to. One wrong smile and you’d take it all back and say you were fine, even though you were obviously not.

You sniffled and tried to wipe your face with the sleeve of your flannel. It left a damp streak down your cheek.

“Dropped a box of bolts on my foot. Broke a bit. Client bitched about paint colors even though she picked ’em.” You were listing the offenses now, like a litany, voice cracking. “And my boss said I look tired like—no shit, I am tired—”

Your whole body heaved. “I just—I try so hard, Sevika. I really try.”

Sevika wrapped her arms around you. Big, warm, solid arms. Her chin rested on your head like it always did when she knew words wouldn’t cut it. You sagged against her, finally letting yourself lean all the way in.

And fuck, she was smiling.

Not mocking, not even teasing. Just that tiny, traitorous grin she always got when you were soft like this — all that toughness, all that hardworking butch pride, melted into something vulnerable and unbearably sincere. “You’re ridiculous,” Sevika murmured against your hair.

You looked up, eyes glassy. “You’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not.”—“You are!.”

A beat of silence. Sevika’s smile widened. “You’re just so fuckin’ cute when you cry.”

You punched her shoulder — weakly, exhausted — and groaned. “You suck.”

“Nah,” Sevika said, kissing your temple, “I’m obsessed with you.”

You breathed in sharp, trying to hold steady. Her hands were warm on your back, and the kitchen smelled like smoked paprika and something earthy she’d cooked earlier, probably just because she knew you wouldn’t have the energy.

You let out a shaky laugh, finally, and Sevika felt it against her chest.

“I just wanna do things right,” you mumbled. “Take care of you. Of everything."

“And you do,” she said. “Every damn day" Sevika kissed you again. Cheek. Nose. Corner of your mouth.

“So take the night off. You’ve clocked in enough for today.” You rested your forehead against hers and exhaled, the weight of the world finally lifting because she let you fall apart without flinching and because she’d always be right there, catching the pieces, putting them back without asking you to be anything but yourself.

Even when you were snot-nosed, teary-eyed, and furious at the world for not recognizing how much love you poured into every damn thing you touch.

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I’ve reached peak after work bod

Beer

No bra

Snacks

Floor time

Thank god I’m off

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Love forgetting the shit I need for work

Pocket knife: ✔️

Lighter:✔️

Monster:❌

At least its nice out

Edit: also wearing the wrong muthafuckin bra