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[filmnardo]

How are we feeling byler nation 🫶🌻

[i-lavabean]

Sky Admiral Kotallo

[krakrac]

more cowboy less whatever the fuck hoyo cooked

[candyheartedchy]

Updated my carrd and f/o list!

[femboysoap]

Big tummies have more fun 😵‍💫💚🍃

(he/him) - ♥ Fansly ♥

[f1nalgirlz]

Omg can you do wjere like they hate each other yk and they're arguing and they end up making out and stuff? (Preferably with Euro but anyone you pick is good)

Yesss I love this in fics/books everytime i read itttt. I’m so excited to write this!!

DISCLAIMER: This is literally only about Rory’s portrayal of Euronymous.

Less aggressive disclaimer: this was not proofread! In the future I’ll go back and fix anything but yeahh..

˗ˏˋwarnings´ˎ˗ fighting, enemies to lovers (kinda), nsfw, swearing, public sex, aggressive sex

˗ˏˋcontents´ˎ˗ fem reader, nsfw, dom Euro, creampie, oral sex/blowjob (m receiving)

It had already been a long fucking day to say the least and it was still morning. The start had been rough on you, spilling a coffee on yourself, having to turn around and go all the way home to change. You’d had to change into a different shirt, leaving on the skirt and fishnets you’d had on before. Catching a ride proved difficult, so you had to walk to work, your bike & car alike both out of commission in one way or the other. By the time you finally made it to work, you were late. You absolutely dreaded days you were even a minute late to work, but a whole two hours late? You knew your boss would have a fit. You hated your boss as it was and you knew very well the feeling was mutual. You couldn’t place why he hadn’t fired you yet, his hatred of you was so blatant and the only reason you hadn’t quit is because you really needed this job.

As you finally made it to the doors of the record shop you worked at, a breath left your lips. You entered, face a little sweaty from the part walk part jog you took to get here. Your hair stuck to your face. As the bell on the door rang with your movements, your boss looked up at you from behind the counter. He was just reading a magazine, typical. His long black hair looked messy. “Two hours. New record.” He said sourly, causing you to roll your eyes. When you made it to the desk, you tossed your bag down behind it. “Y’know I’m not even gonna bother explaining why I’m late because I know you don’t care the trouble I’ve been through.” You said with a huff, walking off to start unpacking the new record shipments. “No, I obviously don’t give a fuck what ‘troubles’ you went through to get to work, but I’m your boss you owe me an explanation about why you can never fucking be here on time.” He said, a mocking tone crossing his voice when he repeated your words. You basically felt your skin burn as anger washed over you, you basically stomped to the side of the counter he was sat behind. Usually his bad attitude wouldn’t have set you off like this, but you were fed up with his treatment of you. “Shit happened, okay? At this point I don’t even care, you’re such a dick all the time just fire me! I’ll find a job somewhere else you’re so insufferable!” You yelled at him, extremely close to him now, causing him to narrow his eyes at you. You instantly regretted your words, it was just heat of the moment, you new you needed this job. “I didn’t mean that- I-” you started but faltered due to nerves. You were fully expecting to be fired on the spot, but you were utterly shocked when you felt a rough hand on the back of your head.

Euro was gripping your hair aggressively, pulling you to close the space between you two. His chapped lips moved harshly against yours and you couldn’t help but kiss him back. As much as you hated him, you couldn’t shake how much you were enjoying this, it made your brain swarm with a million thoughts. Your hands found their way around his neck, shoving yourself closer to him. The feeling of his body against your own made your mind go numb, any thoughts from before dissipating. As he pulled away from your, now red, lips a string of saliva connected the two of you. You barely had time to meet his gaze before he dove into your neck, kissing at first but quickly it turned to biting. You felt embarrassed at the wetness that seeped into your panties in response to how rough he was with you, the embarrassment extended to the way you moaned for him as he marked your neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he slipped from his seat and pushed your back against the counter, finally looking at you. Your lips parted, you wanted to say something but what? You couldn’t even think of what to say. As you scanned his body, you noticed a bulge in his jeans, it seemed he was just as turned on as you were. “You wanna keep your job?” He asked, weirdly nonchalant. All you could do was nod as you felt his hand on the top of your head, pushing you down to your knees. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching as he undid his heavy belt. As his pants were undone and his underwear were pushed down, his cock sprang from them. You didn’t miss a beat, licking a strip from the base to tip. Your hands made their way to his thighs as you took his tip into your mouth, taking him in further until you felt the head on the back of your throat. Tears pricked your eyes as you bobbed your head, moving one hand to pump him occasionally. The uncomfortable feeling of your fishnets digging into your knees was long forgotten as you continued. Moans and curses from the man above you just encouraged you to keep going, tears from gagging making your eye makeup smudge and your own drool covering your chin making you feel dirty. The thought of what was going on right now made your cunt get even wetter.

Soon you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head, your mouth being pulled off his dick with a pop. Euro had pulled you off, as he began dragging you to stand up by your hair. He used his thumb to wipe your chin before turning you around, he shoved you down, bending you over the counter. Your cheeks burned as your hands clutched the edge of the counter. Your eyes drifted to the ‘open’ sign on the door as you felt him aggressively ripping open your fishnets. Embarrassment once again crept into you, yet the thought of someone walking by, or walking in, and seeing you taking your boss’s cock made your cunt drip. When Euro felt he’d sufficiently ruined your tights, he pulled your black panties to the side, using his knee to spread your legs more. “You’re such a slut you know that?” He whispered into your ear, sounding as grouchy as usual. Before you could get out a reply, a surprised moan slipped from your lips. He’d slammed his entire cock into you, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. You choked on another moan as he fucked you roughly, his hands holding onto your hips so tight you thought you’d have bruises by the end. In a way you were disappointed in yourself for sinking low enough to do this with the man you hate, but on the other hand, he was fucking you so well you couldn’t be bothered to care about your feelings about him. He groaned into your ear, sounds of your wet pussy and his hips hammering into you filled the store. It felt so good, your brain went numb, not being able to speak, just letting out moans as your eyes watered. You saw a few people walking by the tall glass walls of the store, had you been in the right mind, you would’ve felt absolutely humiliated, but at the moment you couldn’t feel anything except the pleasure your boss was giving you. As you felt one of his hands leaving your hip, you soon felt it rubbing tight circles on your clit. Completely giving in, you let your eyes roll back a series of lustful moans leaving your mouth as your hands gripped at the counter top. “You’re such a whore for me, taking my cock so greedily.” he groaned out. You couldn’t even form any words, it was like he’d fucked you completely dumb. Your body was on fire as you felt a familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach, soon a loud choked moan ripped through the air. Your body shook as your orgasm washed over you, Euro was quick to follow, not even bothering to pull out as he came deep inside your pulsating hole. When he pulled out, you couldn’t even stand up, leaning on the counter for support. Your body felt like it was throbbing, as you were coming down from your high the bell on the door was ringing, signaling that someone had just walked in, your heart sank. When you looked up and saw Faust looking at you with a somewhat awestruck expression, you wanted to sink to the floor and hide. Euro laughing pulled you out if your thoughts, as you turned your head and watched him finishing up bucking his belt.

This is so humiliating.

R: I hope you enjoyed! Sorry it’s a little all over the place I will go back and fix it later!! I’m also super sorry this took so long for me to get around to >~< tbh this is kinda ass but I’m willing to own up to being lazy & sick 🫡

[jovieinramshackle]

YOUR STYLE IS SO CUTE AND PRETTY😭💞💞💞💞💞 I CAN'T, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!😭😍💗💖💖💖💖

AHHHH THIS MADE ME UNREASONABLY HAPPY THANK YOU 😭

[linkedin-corp]

anyway i love writing paragraphs upon paragraphs about niche things only me and a handful of other people care about

[narumi-gens]

y'know, if ppl want to make requests in the comments/tags of my fics that's fine but they could at least include "loved this!" before saying "please give me X"

[this-blog-needs-a-new-name]

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[prettyrealm]

Sorry I haven’t been answering many asks lately, I’ve been really busy with commissions, but I see you guys and I’ll get back to you as soon as I’m free! 💞

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Asking more Isaac HC ehehe :’)

Based on the quote “Eyes are the window to the soul”, I had this idea that Isaac always acting like he hate the farmer but the way he looks at them says otherwise. How would you elaborate on that?

Isaac can deny it all he wants. The cold-blooded warrior could tell his colleagues or subordinates how much he despised that pathetic excuse for an adventurer who was somehow still an official member of the Adventurer's Guild. Isaac could complain to Alesia all night long that Marlon, a man respected by the entire Castle Village community, had made the most questionable decision of his life, whether because of a shortage of Guild members in the Stardew Valley area or for some other reason Isaac, alas, could not understand.

The adventurer with the bad temper and the scarred face can ignore the Farmer's attempts to talk to him as much as he likes, he can bark at the clingy youngsters as much as he wants, tell them to go to hell, and behave in an unfriendly manner. Treating them not like an equal friend and colleague, but like an annoying mosquito that keeps buzzing over his ear and begs to be swatted with the palms of his hands.

Isaac can deny it all he wants. Except that the look in his dark, tarry eyes says otherwise.

Camilla is one of the few who have truly amazing insight and the ability to read the minds of others (not literally, or else she'd be in trouble with the Ministry for violating human rights by using magic). To guess at a glance what a person was thinking, what they were feeling, what emotion they were experiencing - all of this helped the talented witch find common ground with other mages and adventurers throughout the whole Republic. And it was this quality that became crucial in her selection for the most important role in the Castle Village - deciding who would pass through the barrier and set foot on the land of the largest community of the sword & magic world.

This woman could easily look into Isaac's eyes and read him like an open book, nothing gets past her.

The way Isaac's gaze lit up with genuine curiosity when Marlon and Magnus praised Farmer and all their accomplishments. The way his eyes filled with laughter when he heard another story that the daredevil Farmer had managed to get themself into. How Isaac had snickered lowly at the news that Farmer with all their bravery and courage were fighting monsters in the Crimson Baldlans, yet his dark eyes widened slightly with in a kind of pride in them and a desire to have a friendly duel in the future.

How his restless and pain-filled gaze never took his eyes off Farmer's body as they (with a smug smile, damn them!), wounded and with bloody clothes, lay on the dusty ground while Lance and Jadu tried to heal Farmer after the failed hunt for Apophis.

Isaac can fool everyone all he wants. He can even fool himself.

But Camilla knows better.

[navybrat817]

I want to quit writing on here but at the same time I want to keep writing but the community sucks on here with feedback and all I get is likes. Any advice?

Hi, nonnie. I'll be honest, I had a difficult time answering this. Not because your feelings aren't valid, but because I don't know the right thing to say and I'm sorry for that. I did answer a similar ask here when a nonnie thought about giving up writing. I would ask you the same things I stated there:

Why did you start writing in the first place and why do you want to stop?

I can tell you that you aren't alone in your feelings regarding feedback. Many writers and creators have pulled back or stopped completely due to interaction being hit and miss. I've thought about pulling back at times and wondered if my writing would be missed. I have to remind myself that my worth isn't tied to my note count. It doesn't make me any less of a writer.

We're also human. Feelings are valid and uncertainty creeps in that can make you question yourself. But I continue to share because I LOVE what I do and I love what others do on this site. I also do my best to let my readers know how much their support, encouragement, and feedback means to me.

There are multiple posts from multiple creators who have encouraged and stressed that reblogs and feedback are meaningful. If you continue to share, I hope you encourage your readers to provide feedback and that they do so. Open your inbox for questions or do a "this or that" for your stories. Shamelessly reblog your stuff.

The community can be GREAT and there are some brilliant minds here and their worlds help us escape for a short time. Many of us create for ourselves, but many share for validation and there's nothing wrong with that. We put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into our creations.

You have to decide at the end of the day what is best for you. But in case you haven't heard it, thank you for taking the time to share with everyone here. Sending my love your way. ❤️

[capn-twitchery]

Feeling quirky and sending my favorite blogs sweet asks like Valentine's whenever I have free time

Freddie we've been friends over a decade (what the FUCK) so I could write an entire novel series of reasons I love you

But you've got plenty of a clue of half those reasons so I'll just say this: Your character designs are always serving. You have a wild ass innate talent for making little guys that are my type completely on accident and I love being a little menace simp about it.

I've loved watching your art skills flourish over time and being around long enough to see all your amazing little guys go from trolls to humans to your own unique world just like me.

And now to watching you be super totally 100% normal about a game I barely understand and making even MORE cool guys for me to be the bane of your existence about. On top of that, you've introduced me to so many other people who I may not talk to, but I absolutely adore their OCs through osmosis.

Thanks for somehow staying in my corner of the internet all these years even though we barely actually talk anywhere. Know I'm always lurking and being your cheerleader <3

Happy Vday :)

what the ufck what the fuck this is so nice i'm gonna CRY? ;; THANK YOU SO MUCH ILY

it has been a Joy waving at you across the internet for a decade now...i always appreciate your comments & thank you 10000x over for loving my ocs & sticking around through my years of fandom hopping😌

i love everything i've seen of yours too & your improvement has been CRAZY TO WATCH!!! i hope we can continue to point and go YOOOOO at eachother for another decade♥︎

[seospicybin]

New spicy in 15 minutes!!!!!!!! Hope you like it 🥰😊💗

[bedeliainwonderland]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hannibal (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bedelia Du Maurier/Hannibal Lecter Characters: Bedelia Du Maurier, Hannibal Lecter, Mira Lecter Additional Tags: Lecter Family Bliss, Vacationing in Italy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff Series: Part 53 of Count and Countess Lecter Summary:

“I simply had not anticipated that we would be the last ones to leave,” she remarks, still unsure how many hours have passed. This time Hannibal squeezes her hand in gentle comfort. “She is fine,” he says, addressing her unspoken worry.

Bedelia and Hannibal return late after a party, having left their daughter with a carer for the evening.

Some domestic bliss to brighten your day. Hope you’ll like it 🖤