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[brainteezers]

The original “I’m so sorry you had to draw j*mmy”

[beaucate]

๑°⋆｡ ୨୧ nsfw . . . blurb for the mean time bcz im busy </3 — it’s meant to be awkward but i also haven’t written anything suggestive in a while so be patient pleek!!

you were sprawled half-asleep on the couch within the kent’s barn, painkillers smudging your vision into a blur of purple and black hues, when suddenly; clark’s heavy boots thudded up the loft stairs.

his red flannel was rolled to his elbows — forearms streaked with light dirt, and all you could do was stare dumbly as he crouched beside you, all broad shouldered and nervously sweating.

“ma said you’re still… y’know.” he gestured vaguely at his jaw, cheeks pink as your drool coated the plush of your swollen lips.

“still dying,” you slurred, tilting your head back with a light thud. the motion made the room spin. “s’your fault. your mom’s apple pie is a calling for cavities”

he huffed a half-hearted laugh, and sat on the edge of the couch near you.

in your dazed state; you hadn’t realised how close he was until his knee bumped yours, denim rough against your bare leg, as your skirt scrunched upwards. his hands flexed, like he’d wanted to touch but held himself back.

“let me,” he muttered, but his gruff tone didn’t match the way his fingers trembled when he cupped your chin.

you let him pry your mouth open, too hazy to care about your dignity — and gasped softly when the rough pad of his thumb pressed into the swelling ache. your tongue involuntarily (or so you tell yourself) brushed his calloused skin, and he made a noise; a low, almost pained grunt— before he shifted closer.

the old couch creaked dangerously as he leaned in, his hip accidentally slotting against yours.

you both froze.

for a pregnant pause, all you felt was the heat of him, the hard line of his muscular thigh pressing into the sensitive skin of your legs. the way his breath stuttered when your knee slipped between his.

“clark-“ you breathed out, his thumb still pressing against your gums, and sliding slowly so that it brushed against the inside of your cheeks and on your tongue.

he was already moving, a hand slipping from your face to lean against the worn out pillow behind you. that small shift of his body had made him slide forward, his larger body pinning yours deeper into the couch.

your hips rocked up, ‘accidentally’, and his free hand gripped down on your waist, holding you still.

“don’t,” he stuttered out, eyes wild.

though his own words fell to deaf ears, because you weren’t sure who moved first.

maybe it was the arch of your back. but suddenly he was everywhere all at once, the thick muscle of his chest crushing against your hardened nipples, and his knee nudged your legs wider. it was all so clumsy, and reeked of desperation; his hips jerking forward once, before he had to wrench himself back like he’d been shocked.

“i-i have to-, tractor,” he stammered, jumping hurriedly himself off the couch, your saliva connecting a line from his thumb to your lips. he tripped over his own boots, catching himself on the doorframe, and fled.

you laid there, heart jackhammering, and underwear chafing against your swollen bud. your tooth still throbbed, but the pain dulled in comparison to the way he’d looked at you, like he wanted to eat you alive, and like it terrified him.

[pearlcigs]

⋆ virgin!gf

ghost with a virgin!gf who taunts you with your virginity any chance he gets

ghost with a virgin!gf who only lets you cuddle with him when your panties are off but the second you rub against him for any kind of friction he's done

ghost with a virgin!gf who loves watching you try to get yourself off but you can't seem to get the hang of it

ghost with a virgin!gf who sits you on his thigh while he works and let's you 'discreetly' hump his thigh

ghost with a virgin!gf who jerks his leg to break your rhythm when he thinks you're getting too close

ghost with a virgin!gf who will lay you on the bed and strip you of all your clothes, blowing on your cunt to watch it flutter with need

ghost with a virgin!gf who lets you jerk his big cock off when you get him too worked up (especially right before a meeting)

könig with a virgin!gf who finds joy in feeling you squirm in bed next to him at night from how pent up he makes you

könig with a virgin!gf who will let you cup your hands around the bulge in his pants for no reason other to compare how little your hands are compared to his dick

könig with a virgin!gf who encourages you to wear revealing outfits and you do in hopes that he'll break and finally fuck you (he never does)

könig with a virgin!gf who really wants to take your virginity and him not being able to have sex with you is really hard for him but the teasing and edging pleasure he gets from making you wait is worth it

könig with a virgin!gf who will deadass just tell people you’re a virgin to embarrass you

könig with a virgin!gf who gets your hopes up by saying that he'll finally fuck you but the catch is he'll only fuck you anally

könig with a virgin!gf who loves watching you give him puppy dog eyes as you beg him for any kind of contact

first part (same person, just different blogs.)

@neoarchipelago @i-like-knives-n-stuff @angethehimbosimp @cvmcollecter @multy-fandom-lover @multistan-247 @lilwingedwolfy @thisuserisaninfpgirl @fatisll05

[nordsea-horizons]

🌱✨tia🫖✨🍃

[time-was-over]

if i see one more fucking person say ‘straight aro/ace people aren’t lgbt+’ i’m lighting you on fire

[nonshareraffirmations]

if you can’t or don’t want to directly interact with every single part of your f/o’s media, that does not mean that you know them any less well or that your connection with one another isn’t as valid.

if you just watch playthrough/reaction/summary videos, that’s a 100% valid and real way to consume your f/o’s media.

if you only like some parts of your f/o’s franchise (you just watch the movies and don’t read the books, you play the games but don’t enjoy the show, etc.), that doesn’t mean that you don’t care about their story or aren’t educated on their media.

if you can’t afford to buy your f/o’s media, that will not keep your f/o from appreciating your interest in them, and nobody is allowed to look down on you for it.

if your f/o’s media contains topics that are triggering to you, your mental health is in no way something you need to sacrifice to love and be loved by your f/o.

if the creators of your f/o’s media are problematic or you don’t support them for any reason, that does not mean you aren’t still your f/o’s #1 fan or lover (your f/o wouldn’t support their creators’ bad actions either).

if you feel that your f/o’s media mischaracterizes them, you are the correct and canon one — you know your f/o better than anyone (because you actually know them), including those who made them.

if you don’t like your f/o’s media because of their “canon” partner, that does not make you petty or immature — in fact, your f/o wouldn’t like being depicted with someone other than you either.

if you can’t be in the fandom tag because there are just too many doubles/ships with your f/o, that doesn’t mean you’re not a fan, and your f/o is more than grateful that you so greatly value the exclusive love you share.

if you’re just not interested in your f/o’s media and don’t want to consume it out of a “reasonless” personal preference, that is not an indicator that you don’t care about them, and it doesn’t make them feel as if you care about them any less.

(this post is not an authorization to harass doubles. it was made for your personal comfort, not for you to use to target others. best practice is blocking, distracting yourself, and moving on.)

[selfshipgushing]

best part of having a f/o who is canonically Not used to affection or praise is i can imagine just showering him in love and him getting extremely flustered <33

-🍊🕰️

THIS. REBLOG IF THIS.

[waltricia]

Tick Tock.

[hazbinshusk]

blitzø x f!reader. another wonderful request that's been waiting far too long. blitzø walks in you during a private moment and is far too entertained to be convinced to leave. and what he offers you... can you say no in your current state? 1.5k.

or, simply, blitzø walks in on you masturbating.

featuring: masturbation, sex toys, voyuerism, a cocky blitzø, oral sex (f!receiving).

“Oh, fuck…” you groan, eyes rolling back behind their half-closed lids as you press the vibrator more firmly against your clit. It pulses in a way that makes your jaw clench, your hips rising off the mattress. “Fuuuck…”

You moan as you press the toy inside yourself, pumping it slowly so with each push it sinks another inch into your soaking cunt. You ache with the feeling of it, tilting it each time you pull it out to bump it against your clit again before fucking it into you again.

Your other hand ghosts your fingertips up over your hip, your stomach, coming up to squeeze your breast. You whimper as your palm grazes your nipple, biting your lip against another moan as you pinch it and tug, feeling it tighten and harden under your touch.

“Satan’s… fuck, Blitz…”

“Heh.” An obnoxious voice sounded from the other side of the room, and your eyes flash open. “I knew you wanted me.”

You shoot up, grabbing a pillow and shielding your body with it. Your whole body shudders despite your mortification as the vibrator still pulses inside you and it slips out onto the sheets between your thighs, the vibrations obvious and loud against the sheets. “Blitz! What the—the fuck are you doing in here?”

The imp smirks from where he stands leaning cockily against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest. His tail curls and unfurls, whipping behind him almost predatorily. “You called me in here.”

“Not in my— my house, Blitz,” you snap, your face stained dark with your embarrassment. You hug the pillow tighter against yourself, one arm banded around it to hide your chest, the other pressing the corner of it down between your thighs. Even feeling the dull sensations of the vibrations on the mattress beneath you is enough to make you quiver. Or maybe that’s… fuck, he’s still staring at you. “What are you doing in my house?”

He shrugs a shoulder, glowing eyes still set on you with a tingling intensity. “Got bored. Thought we’d watch a movie. Didn’t know I was gonna get a live show.”

“How’d you even—” you break off, pointing a hand towards the door over his shoulder imperiously. “I don’t care, just… for the love of Satan, please. Get. Out.”

Blitzø’s smile widens, his eyes falling to where the pillow had wilted, to where your nipple peeks out from behind the plush cushion. You don’t notice immediately, and Blitzø has the audacity to move further into the room. “Is that what you want?”

The tone of his voice drops into something huskier, teasing… and it’s enough to make your breath hitch. You can feel your thighs are slick with your own cum, and even without the vibrator against your clit, your excitement hasn’t waned. If anything, the tingling that runs down your back and lingers in your breasts makes you bite your lip.

Your words come shakily, and you curse yourself for it. “Wh-what are you… talking about?”

“Sure you don’t want me to stay?” he asks you tauntingly, still approaching the bed. His tail switches back and forth behind him slowly. “Preeeeetty sure you were just beggin’ for my help…”

“Blitz…” you mean it warningly, you do, but your voice is too breathless to be convincing. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” he continues, planting his hands on the edge of the bed and leaning towards you. “Don’t ya want me to show ya just how good the fantasy is as a real fuckin’ technicolour fuck?”

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry.

Blitzø jumps up onto the bed, crawls towards you. If possible, your face flushes further as he pauses to pick up the toy still dancing against the sheets. He holds it up beside his face, tongue darting out teasingly as though to lick it. “Ugh, Blitz—!”

He snickers, turning it off and tossing it aside. It lands with a dull thump on the other side of the bed. “Stop panickin’, tits. I prefer it right from the source.”

Blitzø runs his hands up your bare calves, takes hold of your knees and pushes them wider apart from where they’re still clenched around the pillow. You catch his smirk in the moment he leans forward, and without thinking, you reach up and wrap your hand around the back of his head and pull him into a kiss.

He grins against your lips, tongue sliding eagerly into your mouth to meet yours. You whine into his kiss, feel his teeth graze your bottom lip for a second before he sucks it gently, pressing his forehead against yours long enough for you both to catch your breath. Then his mouth is on yours again, swallowing the sound of surprise you make when he tugs the pillow out from between the two of you.

He urges you onto your back, laying you out completely bare beneath him. You feel his hand take hold of your hip, his claws digging into the flesh there firmly enough for them to prick your skin. He lets the kiss linger until you whimper into it, your body arching up off the sheets damp with your cum.

He pulls back with a cocksure grin curving his lips. “Just how often do ya think about me when you play with yourself?”

You snake a hand between the two of you to squeeze the bulge between his legs. Blitzø groans, eyes rolling back, and he ruts himself against your palm. “Same question, B.”

He snickers, kissing you again before lowering himself down your naked form, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your heated skin. You moan as his lips and tongue find your breasts, first one, then the other, lingering long enough to suck bruises into the soft, supple flesh. He grazes the point of a fang over the tender point of your nipple and your body jolts, a breathless, surprised little “haaah” escaping you.

He grins at your reaction, hand smoothing down the outside of your thigh as he smacks a loud, childish kiss against your sternum. Blitzø continues his path down your body, inhaling deeply when he reaches the apex of your thighs.

“Fuck…” he mutters, his breath tickling against your wet flesh. He doesn’t give you a chance to formulate a response; burying his face between your thighs and sliding his tongue against your cunt. The groan he lets out at the taste of you echoes your moan, your head falling back against the pillows. Blitzø hooks his hand under your thigh and hooks it over his shoulder, rolling his tongue against your clit hungrily. “Fuck, you taste like pure fucking… sex…”

You clutch at his horns with both hands, pushing your hips up to meet his mouth. Blitzø grins into your cunt as he lets you fuck his face, flicking his tongue over your clit again before sliding his it deep into your quivering pussy.

“Oh, shit, Blitz!” your voice is torn and broken with need, and he rewards the sound by touching two fingers to your clit. He teases it in tandem with the way he fucks you with his tongue, and your eyes roll back, your body tensing against the feeling of it. “Fuck, that’s— ohhh…”

Blitzø quickens his pace and you keen, fingers digging into the keratin of his horns as you cum against his mouth. He withdraws his tongue from your cunt only to return it to your clit, both hands grasping a firm hold of your hips, forcing them down against the mattress. He holds you in place and your upper body lifts, curling forward at the never-ending assault he gives your clit.

Blitzø doesn’t let up until there are tears burning in your eyes and you’re begging him to stop, tugging hard at his horns in the hope of easing the tension that keeps winding up and snapping inside you. Blitzø laughs into your cunt and even that is too much, and you squeeze your thighs so tight around his face he has to force your legs apart again.

The imp licks his lips, wipes his mouth with his sleeve as he crawls back up your body. The cocky grin is back, and he braces himself up over you. He presses his hips teasingly forward, and even the brush of his clothed erection against your over-sensitised cunt makes you twitch.

“And that,” Blitzø says, watching with a smirk as you try to steady your breath. “Is why I don’t knock.”

You manage to scoff, rolling your eyes. You shove at his chest, and he laughs again. “That is not the lesson here.”

“No?” he arches a brow, and you hear him fumble one-handed with the front of his pants. “Pretty sure it is.”

“Pretty sure it’s not, Bli—” you break off with another moan as he suddenly slides his cock up between your thighs. “Damn it, Blitz… fuck…”

“You wanna try and convince me otherwise?” he asks teasingly, rocking his hips until the head of his cock just presses into your cunt. Your hips rise reflexively, and you whine as the movement draws him a few inches deeper. Blitzø moans, face falling against your shoulder for a moment. He pulls back again, corkscrewing his hips slowly, slowly into yours. “You might wanna do it without moaning, tits.”

[horechattalove]

‧₊˚ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ ⋅ ☆‧₊˚ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ☆ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ ⋅ ☆

🧸🍪チョコレートキャラメル🍪🧸

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[brainteezers]

Mr. Mundyyyy 🫶

other mercs (so far) under the cut

Spy

Medic

[beaucate]

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 — brain rot of a sex pollen infection with a depraved clark kent and his oblivious reader in 1x01, yup!

warnings. dub-con. nsfw!! just really really awkward these two 😞. stalking. implied male masturbation. cussing. insecure & needy reader. love sick clark. voyeursim (?? unsure if it counts but it’s in public) size kink. overstimulation.

author’s note. literally had this in my drafts for MONTHS so the ending looks silly and rushed because it is. but I really needed to post something before diving into my other interests 😵‍💫

walking around the cornfield half way through the night was not on your to do list for the day. the flashlight that was tightened between the grip of your sweaty palm was beginning to loosen around your skin, and the large stick you’d accumulated half way through was held roughly in your other hand — to the point of splinters.

it wasn’t really a thought out plan, but when your cat went missing — albeit whitney was at fault — you had to look for him alone with no one offering to help. the look on his face was filled with half-assed guilt, muttering something about how he’d scared him off but wasn’t too bothered to chase after him.

your steps halted at the sore yell of ‘help’ coming not too far ahead of you, heart beat soon quickening when you’d realised who the pained voice had belonged to. it was pathetic, how your legs dragged themselves to the aching pleas, finding clark’s naked form (wrinkled boxers still on, to your great misery) tied to each direction of the wooden poles.

the intrusion of haltering steps and the sudden scent of strawberry musk had invaded his mind before he can stop it. his eyes widening and neck craning when his gaze landed on your shocked figure — sight fixated on his flushed chest.

“oh clark…” the gentle coo left your lips, quickly dropping the flashlight and stick before running to his sides and harshly tugging at the ropes.

clark’s jaw was clenched, his fists tightening on themselves as your soft fingers worked around his wrists — barely able to push the knots away from their firm hold. you didn’t notice how your breasts were pushed to the sides of his abdomen, naked skin in contact with the top of your cleavage.

“they’re too big,” you pouted, pointing at the ropes in dismay, watching clark tug his hands in frail attempts. your body felt hot and you hoped the night sky hid away the heat running on your face, watching clark with pulled brows.

he cleared his throat, your gaze heavy on the sides of his face, “please— please just take this off.” his face looked down, and it took you a moment to figure he was pointing at lana’s glowing necklace and not his boxers.

you nodded wordlessly, biting the inside of your cheeks to prevent your lips from tugging further downwards in disappointment. of course it was her necklace.

the sudden crack of wood echoed through the field after you’d pulled the necklace off; clark’s body pushed itself aggressively away from the pole, stumbling so that he’d roughly landed on you.

the act of it was comedic; big, strong clark kent, stumbling onto you with clumsiness only seen in movies - his arms were quickly placed beneath your head; his fingers shamelessly tangling into your hair. dirt covered your dress, white lace now browned by the soiled floor, your bare legs tangling with his own muscled ones.

it was all so sudden.

the heavy breathing and connected heaving chests was enough of a distraction from the blooming flower that laid right above your head. a golden shimmer of dust sprinkling itself on the bases of your heads, trickling down your arms.

it didn’t take long for clark to feel the traces of the yellow gas run through his blood. his hands were sweaty, still locking you beneath him in a position he can only assume was uncomfortable; but he didn’t care.

he didn’t care that his cock was now straining against his boxers, making them seem impossibly tighter than they’ve ever been. he didn’t care that it pressed into your inner thigh, a light gasp elicited from your plush lips — now coated with a light layer of saliva.

he stared at you with widened eyes, unsure of what to do. he should be moving, apologising profusely and leaving so that you’d never see him again. but as the minutes felt like years, your widened eyes glazed softly, softening with a gentle tug of your brows.

your attempts at pushing him off had failed when he’d ignored you, hands flailing to your sides, leaving you under him helplessly. heat polled in the pits of your stomach, travelling down and leaving sticky residue to coat your underwear — that now made contact with clark’s.

neither of you had said anything, not until a pained whine escaped you, thighs rubbing together in attempt to loosen the ache between your legs. “clark…what’s happening?”

your hands found their way back to his shoulders, only the other traveled down to your stomach, stopping where your bodies connected.

for once the farm boy had no response, except for a grunt loud enough to scare away on coming birds. he pushed his head near your neck, inhaling in desperate attempt to catch memory of your scent, not fully aware of his own actions.

“do-do you want my help?” the question was that out of kindness, but he didn’t wait for your response before his fingers moved down to the ruffling of your dress, thumb tracing absentmindedly on the outline of your panties, while his index finger ran a line along the wetness on the front.

you nodded your head, your legs separating in attempt to gain friction from his hands. 20 minutes ago you’d frown in contempt if someone told you you’d be begging for Clark Kent to fuck the pain out of you, but as your legs were now on your sides, and he’d positioned himself better—the haziness that you fighting had taken over you—leaving you a flushed mess beneath him.

he had no idea what was happening, and his fingers had an even lesser idea—fumbling with the white cotton of your underwear until they ripped apart, his cock in a throbbing shamble in his confines. “Clark..” the soft breathing of his name slightly alerted him of his actions.

he pushed his hips away from yours, just long enough to slip his boxers to his away, before his hands fumbled with the sleeves of your dress— pulling them down along with the strings of you bra to reveal the swollen buds of your chest.

poor farm boy had little to no recollection of what kept occurring next. his soft whimpers and grunts forming as rhythms in her ear — wet from kisses he trailed along his line of sight.

she was clenching on him enough to have his grip on her waist become bruising. and as he lay beside her, pent and used — watching her with glazed eyes, his heart sank at the purple marks littering her flesh.

she was so pretty. so pretty he felt sick, and his mother would kill him if she found out he’d quickly gotten dressed — speeding his way back to her home with her frail body pressed against his chest.

he left her on the chair of her porch, a gnawing ache residing within his head.

[pearlcigs]

ELVIRAAAAAAAA WRITE MAKING SUB ELLIE CRY BY FINGERING HER AND USING A VIBRATOR AND MY LIFE IS YOURSSS

⋆ cry for me — tlou discord server

ellie was always whiny during sex. she made it known how good you made her feel. her noises were always oh so sweet. and now she lay beneath you, your body straddling her thigh, just like every other time but this time you held a small vibrator to her aching clit. your fingers pumped into her abused cunt repeatedly, not sparing any mercy on her poor pussy. "god, babe— oh, shit!" ellie sighed through whimpers, her chest heaving with every breath. ellie brings her own hands to her small tits to distribute some of the pleasure to her upper half.

her eyes are rolling back, back arching at your skillful fingers. you half laugh at her state, clicking the speed of the vibrator up to really mess with her. she hisses at the intensified vibrating sensation on her swollen clit. she rambles nonsense about how she can't take it, it's too much, but you don't let up. the sound of her lewd whines and her warm pussy stir something up inside of you.

your own body is just as hot as ellie's. you want to take complete control over her, want to completely break her. there's a blush growing on ellie's face, from her body heating up and from the embarrassment of how little control she had over her own body at the moment. your fingers fucked into her harder and faster, ellie's eyes tightening closed. she gasps and whines, writhing on the sheets underneath her. but you don't let her get away from your relenting pleasure.

"i know you can take it, open your pretty eyes for me." your voice is low and raspy, a direct reflection of how turned on this was making you. ellie's eyes flutter open, revealing the tears that were welling up in her eyes. "aw, baby." you coo with a faux pout. ellie moves one of her hands off her tit and uses it to wipe the tears from her eyes. a smirk falls onto your lips, you rut yourself against her thigh without faltering your attack on her cunt.

"let it all out, baby." you coo again and ellie starts to feel a little embarrassed. but she can't help but let out a sob at the pleasure as you press the vibrator further against her clit. pearls of tears roll down her cheeks and into her hair, which was falling out of it's half up half down style. ellie arches her back more, which you didn't think that was possible, pushing herself closer to you, begging for a release. you had been teasing her for at least an hour now. she craved any satisfaction you would give her.

you lean forward, pressing your clit against her thigh unintentionally, kissing the tears off her cheeks. her whimpers grow louder and now she moves both of her hands to your back, holding you close to her. she hides her face in your neck, muffling her whimpers and sobs as she finally cums. her body shakes, your fingers slowing their pace but still pumping into her gushing cunt. the vibrator doesn't resent either, drawing her orgasm out for longer.

finally, you let her breathe, pulling the toy away from her red and puffy clit. she sniffles and lets her body relax, relishing in how hard her orgasm was. "you're alright, yeah?" you reassure, and she nods. "good girl, all these tears just for me." you continue with the reassurance, praising her as your pussy throbs against her thigh at the sigh of her red eyes and nose. "you like when i cry?" ellie asks, out of breath, with the sweetest voice you've ever heard. "fuckin' love it." you smile and wipe her tears.

[nordsea-horizons]

grandmacore island sneak peek🍃 i finished some garden areas but am still working on what to do for the villager homes!🌷im trying to keep everything more whimsical and resist making things too organized or structured🧸🫖 its been so cozy to design in this style and i love being back to working with spring vibes🌱

[vinbitism]

when I show up to the sad dog competition and these guys are already there

[nonshareraffirmations]

if you have a popular f/o who you liked before it was “cool”, that’s proof that your connection is real and powerful.

if you have an obscure f/o that nobody else considers or cares for, that’s proof that your connection is real and powerful.

if you have a variety of headcanons and stories for your f/o, that’s proof that your connection is real and powerful.

if you hyperfixate on your f/o or their source and spend most of your time thinking about them, that’s proof that your connection is real and powerful.

if your f/o is an exception to a preference you usually enforce, that’s proof that your connection is real and powerful.

if you have a blog dedicated to your f/o, that’s proof that your connection is real and powerful.

if you make unconventional, unique, and special selfship content of your f/o, that’s proof that your connection is real and powerful.

if you and your f/o have little quirks or inside jokes, that’s proof that your connection is real and powerful.

if you have detailed lore for your f/o and s/i, that’s proof that your connection is real and powerful.

(this post is not an authorization to harass doubles. it was made for your personal comfort, not for you to use to target others. best practice is blocking, distracting yourself, and moving on.)