#'but then it's not from the project' do i look like a give a fuck

[etherfabric]

How the Universe provides for you + Songs

Choose a pile by which picture you resonate with the most.

If your mind is too busy to clearly decide, take a few deep breaths, and use the finger of your non-dominant hand to hover over the images. One will give off the most subtle yet prominent signals, like tingles, a magnetic pull, or temperature. This is your pile. Multiples are also possible.

Pile 1

Strength, 3 of Pentacles

You have loyal allies in your challenges. A lot of unforeseen inconveniences you can't seem to avoid are in your energy, but this time, you feel the support - be it physical incarnations of kindred spirits, or those from the other realm connected to you. Yes, your heart is pounding and your knees are shaking, and these instances definitely aren't what you would've put on your wish list in a million years - but you surprise yourself with your bravery amidst it all. You thrive in collaboration with likeminded people, even in the face of your antagonists. The Universe is sending you storms so you can see how well you build your structure, and feel like the badass boundary expert your past self dreamed they could be.

This was a test, and you passed with flying colors. All your hard inner work is tangibly paying off, and you feel elated and proud - rightfully so.

Pile 2

Queen of Pentacles, The Fool

You finally stopped caring so much. You figured out where (or with whom) you lose the energy you so desperately missed all this time, and despite the struggles of letting go, you are now light as a feather. But in contrast to the past, where you were simply too scared to attach fully, so what else is there to do but float... you can now fall back on and draw from the deep roots you grew in fertile ground. Nourishment tailored to your needs is in constant supply, and plenty of opportunities to extend that generosity onto are emerging on the horizon. But this time, you know what to look for to have it reciprocated.

There might be people you still deem generally lovable you had to leave behind, and trust that hearing their criticism or seeing the effect of your absence on them will never truly stop hurting - but you know your worth and needs better than ever, and are determined to ultimately look ahead to the promising future. The Universe provides for all, and not just through you.

Pile 3

7 of Wands, 7 of Pentacles

The Universe is fueling your fierce protector side. You respect your own time more than ever, and see the value of patience with yourself. Your vulnerability is no longer a source of shame, it has become your most precious inspiration. Outside disturbances can't faze you out of your serenity with your true self. You worked hard for where you are, and you are not letting anyone counterproductive get close to it. Take the various toxic coping mechanisms projected onto you as the compliments that they are - you trusted in your balance, followed what felt right, and are reaping the rewards, while others still cling to the very same mindset that starts itching once you are around.

You understand the delicate relationship between healthy aggression and egotistical overkill, and are a role model for those wanting to follow you. The blessings you have already received are shining brighter than ever, and it's only the beginning. Isn't it so worth it being seen as the bad guy? Your people love you for what you are doing for them. No one can take this away from you, because you know how to keep it - becoming more authentic every chance you get.

Pile 4

2 of Swords, The Hermit

I can imagine you clicking on this particular reading with a kind of scoff. "Oh yeah? Providing for me? I see fuck all." Dare I recommend to expand your understanding in which ways one can receive...? I see you clinging onto promises you kind of already know aren't very, well, promising. But for some reason you only want it that way, almost to try to prove a point no one even challenged you on. Your idea of what you need and what you want have no space for differences inbetween. This might not sound pretty or comforting - I feel awfully confrontational saying this to you actually, and my Cancer Mars is shaking like a leaf - but I see the Universe providing you with an ultimatum.

Drop the rope if you truly want happiness (and not just validation for how great all of your ideas are), or be stuck in the frustration eating away at you. Look at what you already have. Yes, it's not the ultimate dream, but you have to first step inside of you to be able to receive. Because inside of you is where you will feel the love that's on its way to you - not craning your neck out as far as you can, desperate for a crumb to roll by.

[knavesflames]

arle talking us through it 🙏

I know this has been sitting for a few days, but I had so many thoughts about this I couldn’t choose!! Enjoy😌

Contents: masturbation, mirrors.

Word count: 1120

Nsft utc!

It’s only natural for her to guide you the first few times, for her to show you what pleases her, even how to please yourself. Arlecchino enjoys the shiver you attempt to hide when her lips ghost over the shell of your ear, giving you instructions and then praising you when you follow them. Arlecchino has been both gentle and rough, and it almost seems she’s teaching you what to do in every situation you’ll find yourself in with her. You’ve trusted her now, haven’t you? Besides, Arlecchino trusts you enough to tell her no if you wanted to, and yet you have not. She’s turned from a person who never even thought about sex to someone who thinks about it almost daily.

So it comes to today. You have been frustrated the entire day, waiting for her to get home. How are you supposed to do anything without her here? When Arlecchino finally does come home, your head snaps up, a small smile appearing on your face. It fades quickly when you see her exhausted demeanour, concern quickly overpowering the neediness you feel in your stomach. You forget your own needs as you walk, helping her with her coat and dragging her to the sofa before demanding she speaks. She does, complaining about how Pantalone, in her words, “fucked everything up again”, and you listen with your eyes glued to her.

Arlecchino finally ends her speech with a sigh and her fingers pinching her nose bridge before her eyes flit to you. She notices immediately the tense way you’re sat, the way your thighs rub together slightly. Her eyes flit between your thighs and your soft, caring eyes, and she silently appreciates the way you haven’t asked for anything despite being so needy for it. She wants to, she does. Only the Tsaritsa knows how badly she wants to whisper in your ear as she pleases you, but.. she’s so tired today. She simply does not have the energy to have her hips snap against yours for an hour or two and she begins to wonder how neglected you’d be when project stuzha really begins taking off. So, she brainstorms, and brainstorms until she comes across the very thing she engages in when she’s away on missions and she’s missing you.

“Come.”

One word, and yet you obey, following her to the bedroom. You arrive just to see her pulling the full length mirror towards the bed with ease. You open your mouth to speak but she gives your wrist a gentle tug, moving you to settle in front of her, facing the mirror. You feel her chest press against your back, her hands lazily tracing circles along your arm, moving downwards until they trace along your thighs.

“Let me show you something. It is something I engage in when I am away from you.”

Just as quickly as your head turns, her hand reaches up to softly grip your chin, turning you back to the mirror. It is a silent gesture, but an order to stay looking into the mirror. You can see her and yourself through the glass, and your eyes lock with hers as you nod, a quiet action of consent. Sharp nails move to your hand, stroking your knuckles before guiding your hand down between your thighs, her eyes not once leaving yours. Her other claw like hand pushes your dress up, moving the cotton panties to the side, revealing your already wet state before she murmurs.

“Needy girl.”

The words seem biting, but they’re said with the gentlest voice she can muster. Admittedly, it is not as gentle as yours, but the effort is indeed there. When your fingers meet the place she’s guided them to, you can’t help but almost flinch away from them in surprise. She clicks her tongue, shaking her head, her velvety voice in your ear.

“No, put them back. Good girl.”

You hesitate, but then do as she asks, swallowing as you feel the contact.

“You know the way I move my fingers when I touch you there. Make the same motion.”

With trembling fingers, you repeat the motions she has done to you so many times before. It is clumsy, messy, and you hear a low chuckle before her hand holds yours, guiding your hand until small puffs of air leave your mouth. Eventually, her hands move away, letting you continue alone as she watches you. Her face isn’t showing any particular emotion, but there is adoration in her eyes as she watches you, her own breathing slightly quicker than normal.

“Good. Now, insert them into you. I have done it to you before. I have put more than my fingers into you.”

“It is different than when you do it.”

“Do it anyway and watch yourself.”

You can’t deny that you want to, despite the hesitation. You slide your digits until they rub against your entrance as you prep yourself for one finger.

“No. Two.”

Teeth graze the skin of your lip, your eyes locked on her, then yourself as you slowly do as she asks, a small whimper escaping you. You get to the first knuckle, easing your fingers in and out before her hand comes back down, pushing them further until your fingers disappear as much as they can. The shell of your ear is warm from her breath as she guides your hand, sliding your fingers in and out repeatedly.

“Like this. Curl your fingers. Say my name.”

“Arlecchino.”

You breathe, your eyes meeting hers in the mirror once more, only to see her shaking her head.

“No, my name.”

“Peruere.”

“Good girl.”

Her praise is everything as you feel your pussy greedily sucking in your own digits, and your back arches off of her when your finger pads rub against the spongy spot inside of you. Her hand once again leaves you to continue on your own, instead moving to grip your chin and making sure you’re staring directly at yourself. You reach the peak with speed, though you can’t help but clutch her thigh with your other hand.

“Keep going, push through it. Do you feel it? The way you clench around yourself? That is what it feels like when we do this together. Let it happen.”

She continues whispering praise as you mewl, quickly coming undone from the power of your own fingers (or is it her words and the way she watches you? It becomes hard to tell.)

Her lips meet your hair, and she relishes in the smell of your coconut shampoo, allowing her lips to twitch into a smile as you catch your breath. It seems you have found a new way to relieve yourself when she cannot.

[svt-rizz]

ʙᴀᴅ ᴅᴀʏ (18+)

[this is pure fiction]

I was doing skincare when a notification popped up on my phone. 

It was Cheol, he had texted, “Darling, are you free?”

“Of course. Where are you?” I typed. 

“I’m standing outside your condo.” He messaged. 

“Ok coming.” I sent. He usually came straight to my apartment so I could sense that there was something going on. 

It had been a few weeks since we had met, he was busy with big projects the company had assigned to him and I was busy producing songs for my new album. I missed him. 

I quickly changed and went downstairs. I was excited to see him. But, when I reached the entrance I saw him smoking and he also looked extremely tired. He must be having a hard time recently because he usually never smokes, not without a special reason. 

I walk up to him and hug his back. He recognises my touch and leans in to take the warmth. “What happened baby?” I ask.

I hold onto his cigarette and take it from his mouth. He stays quiet.

I throw the cigar on the ground and take out my lip balm from my pocket. I always carry it around. I take some on my finger and gently tap it on his lips. 

“You want to come in to my apartment?” I ask. Maybe he’ll talk when we’re in a more comfortable place. He nods. 

He holds onto my hand as we walk towards my lobby. When we reach the apartment, we sit down on the sofa, we’re facing each other but he’s still not making eye contact with me.

“Is there something wrong Cheol?” I ask. He shakes his head.

I hold onto his hands and sit closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. “If you can’t tell me yet do you want to write it down?” I ask. 

At the beginning of our relationship, we had promised to always communicate and tell each other everything. 

He shakes his head again. Before I suggest something else, he comes forward and rests his head on my shoulder. 

I pull him into a hug and we stay there for a while. “I had a really bad today. I’m sorry for calling you down. I just really needed someone’s company today.” He says.

“Don’t say sorry love, I’m always here, you can call me anytime.” I say.

He finally looks me in the eye and gives a small smile. I’m so lucky to have him. He places his lips on mine slightly tilting his head. He looks so cute. And hot. I hold onto his shoulders and soon I’m sitting on his lap.

“I missed you so much, Y/n.” He says, placing his hands on my thighs.

“Same here Cheol.” I say. 

We smile before connecting our lips again, this time being a more passionate and deeper kiss. His hands find the back of my neck as he pulls me even closer to him. 

He flips us over and starts placing gentle kisses from my neck to collarbones. I missed this feeling. I missed being under him like this.

He takes off his shirt and continues his attempt to mark my neck. "Let's go to the bedroom." I say. He smirks but lifts me up in his arms, I wrap my legs around his torso. He walks to the bedroom and places me on the bed. He comes on top of me and helps me remove my clothes leaving me in my inner wear.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful love." He says. His hand wraps around my neck as he goes further down my body kissing everywhere. When he reached my thighs, his hands reached the waistband of my panties taking them off.

Before I could react, his lips found my clit. He unclipped my bra and held onto my breast as he continued to flick his tongue on my clit.

I tugged on his hair harder earning a moan from him. The pleasure doubled when his fingers went inside me while he was eating me out. I saw stars when his tongue found a spot which made me arch my back. He was too good at this.

I helped him take off his jeans along with his underwear. Without waiting he entered me, making us moan together at the sudden pleasure. "Fuck baby." He whispered.

His head thrown back as his hips snapped forward, his cock deep inside me. I held onto his shoulders as he continued to move his hips, speeding up. I was going to reach my orgasm and looking at his eyes closed he was too.

"I love you, Y/n." He said as soon as we both laid down on the bed, his head near my neck as we cuddled.

"I love you, Cheol." I say.

[starwarsbian]

may i request sam + first kiss? it can be readers or sams but id love to see shy and nervous sam 🤭

of course!!!!! this is terrible but i got u it anyway???

sam’s first kiss+gn!reader ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹

when you first started hanging out with sam it really was because of school. you were partnered with him for a science project and it was immediately obvious sam didn’t give a fuck about it. despite his obvious disinterest in the subject you decided at the very least he should be present while you did most of the work.

“hey, i know you’re probably not going to do anything —it’s whatever— but you should be around while i work on it at least. do you want to come to mine tonight?” you say to sam, stopping him before he can rush out the door.

“yeah. sure, whatever. we’ll just walk to your place after school.”

to be honest, sam monroe had been on your mind for years but he never even looked your way; not that you’d noticed anyway. you’d had classes together since…before sam looked how he does now and you loved the dyed hair and metal seated in his skin like it was always meant to be there. to say you were excited to just be around him was an understatement although you really believed he didn’t care or want to waste his time; but decided to pity you or something.

꒰ ･ ｡ﾟ ✦ ･ ｡ﾟ ꒱

“fuck,” sam exclaims as he shoves the boys’ bathroom door open.

why did it have to be you for this fucking assignment? why did he agree to go to your place after school?

two underclassmen hurry out of the bathroom when he grunts and tugs on his own hair in frustration. now alone and looking at himself in the mirror; hands braced against the clean white sink, he speaks to himself, “it’s fine. they’ll never know. i don’t have to be fuckin’ weird about it.”

sam slaps himself a few times, shaking his head trying to get the thoughts of your soft lips out of his head. damn his traitorous brain, he needs a cigarette.

꒰ ･ ｡ﾟ ✦ ･ ｡ﾟ ꒱

the last bell rings, you’re not sure where sam is but grab your things and head to the exit anyway. to your surprise, he’s actually right outside already and waiting for you. you walk in silence through neighboring streets. once out of the eyesight of anyone who cares, sam lights a cigarette.

“you smoke?” he asks.

you shake your head no.

“‘f course not,” he says with a gravelly laugh.

꒰ ･ ｡ﾟ ✦ ･ ｡ﾟ ꒱

sam follows you up your driveway and to the locked door: you unlock it in seconds and stop him at the door.

“take your shoes off, please.”

you just barely see a flush of red come across his cheeks.

“oh yeah, of course.”

he’s nervous. his palms are sweaty. so are yours.

“‘ts a nice day out. we’re gonna sit out back,” you tell him and lead him to the sliding glass door at the back of the house. your backpacks are slung onto the table and sam sits beside you instead of across from you without even thinking about it.

there’s a nice breeze making it comfortable in your back yard and sam can’t help but notice the way it messes with your hair; he hasn’t been this close to you for this long in years and you’re even prettier than he remembered.

he’s maybe two feet away from you and you can smell the mix of his cologne, cigarettes and lingering hints of weed.

you begin to ramble about the topic you’ve chosen for your project and it’s obvious sam isn’t paying attention to your words as he drums his fingers on the wood and admires all of your features as discretely as he can. (not discretely at all)

his hands are shaking in his lap for no reason other than your proximity to him; he tries to stop it and he wants another cigarette but you’ll absolutely notice his nervousness around you if he goes through with that whole process.

you never expected this kind of behavior from sam and you almost convince yourself you’re making it up until your hand brushes his when you reach across the table for your pen. sam’s eyes dart to yours when you touch him and the flush of his face is undeniable.

“is something wrong, sammy?” you throw the nickname out like it’s casual and he feels his heart pounding in his chest.

his voice cracks in his response, “s-sammy? um. nono nothings wrong.”

“you’ve been antsy,” you say and rest your hand on top of his. he flattens his onto the table more, hoping that will stop the shaking.

“no i haven’t!” he tries to defend himself.

he won’t meet your eyes and is looking everywhere but at you. fuck it. you take his face in both of your hands and make him look at you. his blue eyes are gorgeous in the sunlight and he hears his heartbeat in his ears.

“antsy because you like me maybe, even,”you say in a soft voice.

he doesn’t reply, just stares at you in awe as he takes in the sensation of your soft skin against his cheeks.

“can i kiss you, sammy?”

“um. i’ve actually never..” he trails off.

a smile spreads across your face.

“that’s cute, actually. so, can i?”

he smiles at your response and nods.

you lean in to him and his lips meet yours. he’s still for a moment before he registers this is reality and actively presses his lips against yours. it’s soft and his breath is shakey. sam is drowning in the softness of your lips, he thinks. there’s small movements, your top lip ghosting over his bottom before a slow tentative tilt of sam’s head in the other direction to feel your lips at another angle. it’s all soft skin and the taste of your chapstick mixed with his cigarette. within those few seconds, sam’s hand began to cradle your face as well. you smile against him as you pull away.

“you. you have no idea how many times i thought about that,” he whispers and ends with a content sigh.

you giggle and decide maybe the project can wait a little bit until you figure out what he’s talking about. he’s liked you a long time too? thank god for biology or whatever

[slutforreginageorge]

Secret surprise arm muscles

Ship: Regina x Janis, Cady x Aaron, Gretchen x Karen

Tw: mention of self harm, little bit of sexual content, Regina simping

Fluff

It was hot in Evanston, the children in school were sitting in class with portable fans. The AC was constantly running, trying to cool down North shore highs class rooms.

“It’s so fucking hot, I think I might die!” Damian exclaimed as he tried to fan himself with his hands. Cady nodded in agreement as she help her cold water bottle against her forehead.

“It’s Friday l, so we could go to my family’s lake house. It’s not far, maybe an hour or two and it’s probably not as hot as it is here.” Gretchen said taking a bite of her food.

Damian’s face lit up at the idea ”Absolutely, yes!” he exclaimed, a little too loud since a few students around them turned their head.

Regina raised an eyebrow having just arrived at the table ”What has gotten you so exited?” she asked. Damian started to explain the situation to her, ignoring the disinterested that was laced in her voice. He knew she asked out of politeness but he decided to ignore it and just continued to tell her their plans, since most of them had agreed to it.

Regina had gotten a lot nicer since the bus crash of course there still were times where she could be quite mean, but most of those times she had a reason so the friend group just ignored it.

”What’s up with her?” Aaron asked, once he had set down his lunch tray, nodding his head to Janis who seemed to be asleep.Aaron had to do senior year again, since he had failed Ap calculus. Janis’s head was resting on her arms which were clad in a long sleeve. ”Asleep, didn’t get much last night, since she had to finish a school project” Damian answered glancing hat his best friend, Regina frowned looking at her girlfriend with concern.

”Yeah, no! I can see that she is asleep. My question was why she is wearing a long sleeve. It’s burning hot outside.”

“Aaron you can’t ask things like that, maybe Janis doesn’t want to wear a shirt or something that hast shirt sleeves” Cady scowled him, giving him a glare.

“That’s not the reason, well it is at some point.She just does not want people to see her arms” Damian spoke. ”Omg, she has self harm scars and is insecure about them,” Aaron gasped, Regina looked like she was going to slap him while Cady and Damian just glared at him.

”Aaron that is not the reason at all!” Their heads whipped around when they heard the new voice join the conversation.

”It’s true, I don’t want people to see my arms but not because I’ve got self harm or scar from self harm in them. I have got a skin disease, that when it’s healed or in the process of healing looks like I have a heroin addiction” Janis spoke, her voice calm.

”To answer your questions, it’s a form of neurodermatitis, that forms little knots under your skin which then fills with fluid and start to hurt or itch”

Aaron just nodded and continued to eat his food.

”Janis we thought about gong to my families lake house over the weekend, do you want to come?” Gretchen spoke up trying to change the subject.

”Sure!” Janis smiled leaning against Regina, who kissed her on the head.

”Babe, are you sure you are fine?” The blonde whispered looking down at her girlfriend

”Yeah, I’m good” the smaller woman smiled up at Regina and kissed her shoulder.

The friends gathered at Gretchen’s house after school to drive to the lake house, the ride it self was fast and relaxed. Everyone keeled to themselves most of the time and while Regina and Janis as well as Gretchen and Karen were in their own little worlds the rest decided on what to cook for dinner, in the end the only thing they could decide on was pasta with pesto.

———————————————————

”Jay?” Regina asked from her position on the bed. “What’s up?” the brunette spoke as she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in an old t-shirt from Damian and a pair of shorts.

“Can I see your arms? It’s fine if you don’t feel comfortable showing me them” Regina spoke softly not wanting to cross any lines. There were still some parts of their relationship where Regina, and Janis as well, were careful not to over step any boundaries. They had only been in a relationship for about 3 month. Janis smiled softly and made her way over the bed.

“Of course just be careful with touching them,” she spoke while sitting next to her girlfriend, careful not to sit on her legs by accident. Janis rolled up the sleeves showing Regina her arms.

“Does it hurt a lot, or is it just dry skin that sometimes gets infected,” Regina asked eyes going over the area of dry skin on the brunettes arms. There were small scares from what Regina could guess was self harm but nothing too big, like she had seen on other parts of her girlfriend body. “It’s fine most of the time, but there are times where its more dry that usually and it gets infected more easily. But that really just happens in winter and I have a cream that helps with it”

Janis’s voice was soft, there was no hint of insecurity or anything else in it.

“Is there anything that I can do to help it or is it just something that you have to wait out?” Reginas was trying not to make her girlfriend uncomfortable but also wanting to know how she could help her.

“Not much I’d say. It’s the best if you don’t gift me skincare, because most of the time im allergic to it and it all could just get worse but besides that nothing really.”

Regina just nodded trying not to show that a part of her was worried that she could make Janis’s neurodermatitis worse or asked out more than usual.

“No, you can not make it worse by doing anything, stop worrying. You are going to get wrinkles in that beautiful face of yours,” Janis said while kissing her girlfriend’s cheek hand smoothing out the wrinkles that had formed due to being in thought. Regina smiled had kissed Janis on the lips “I’m not worrying you are. I would never worry about someone like you,” Regina said a hint of irony in her voice. Janis gasped, “ how could you say that?! I think you need to get punished for saying something like that to your own girlfriend, who had caught you carrying and simping over her several times.”

“Yeah, are you going to punish me?”

Janis pushed her finger in the side of the blondes rips making her shriek.

“You fucker, come here!”

Regina grappled on to the brunettes waist and allied her down on the bed, sitting on top of her, as she began to tickle her. Janis who had been caught in sock from the quick movement startet to laugh and kick trying to get her girlfriend off of her.

Which was not as easy, since Regina was good one and a half or two heads taller than her.

“Stop you are pushing my boob,” was the only thing Janis was able to get put in between laugher.

After a while of egging and kicking from Janis the blond decided to let her go and just lay down on her girlfriend chest.

“I think like you more than most people I know,” Regina whispered agains Janis’s chest, who was breathing heavily. The statement was followed with a quiet `I love you’ and a kiss to the collarbone.

Regina could feel the smaller woman smile against her hairs as she kissed it and whisper “I love you”

———————————————

The next day the friend group decided to go down to the lake, Gretchen said she know a cute spot not far from the house - they ended up doing an hour long hike, but in the end they had to admit it was worth it.

While most of the girls- Regina and Gretchen-as well as Damian decided to stay out of the water and tan - “Janis, honey, I gotta keep the tan up” Damian joked and but on the rest of the sunscreen- Aaron, Karen and Janis decided to try the water. Karen came out a few minutes later because it was too cold for her, while Janis and Aaron decided to water fight. Around lunch time the two decided to come out and eat.

The conversations they had were flowing uncomfortable, no one made any remarks or stared at Janis is arms or made comments about Regina scars or in-general made any remarks about anyone’s body.

Regina was mostly listening not in the mood to talk, or maybe she was too busy staring at Janis’s, who had decided to wear a simple dark green bikini top with swimming shorts. Regina wasn’t starring at her boobs or abs- which she had never seemed to notice before- no the blonde could not tear her eyes away from her girlfriend upper arms. Which flexed every time the brunette shifted changing her sitting position or when Janis reached out to grasp another sandwich and Regina caught a look on her shoulder, which was just as muscular as her arms.

If you had asked the tall blond what was going through her mind in that moment she would have given you a glare and walked away.

“Regina you are starring,” Damian had leaned over to whisper in her ear, to his surprise she lushed and moved her eyes away from her girlfriend’s arms top her face. Just to see that Janis was looking at her smiling with a mouth full of some kind of sandwich they had made before leaving, there were soft freckles on her face and she was just had that glow on her, that made Regina fall even more.

“Jan, when did you become so muscular?” Damians voice interrupted their conversation and Regina just glared at him, if looks could kill Damian would be six feed under. Of course Damian already knew the answer he just wanted to annoy Regina.

“Always been, I just don’t wear things tight enough to see,” she answered taking another bite out of her food. The other nodded in confusion not really knowing where Damians question came from.

The group of friends made their way back to the house in the late afternoon exhausted from swimming and everything that had happened that day.

They all decided for a nap bevor going out for dinner or cooking together.

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“Damians question confuse me earlier, i like came out of o where and I thought he knew that I did sport on a semi regular basis,” Janis stated as she crawled in to bet wearing nothing but the lose fit tank top and her underwear

A blush creeped up Regina’s neck as she thought for an answer, not trying to give herself away.

“Pretty weird right, but what kind of sport do you do? You never really told me about it”

“Gymnastics, I nerved really stopped doing it. It just is something that does not come up often in conversation and so I did not think about bringing it up.”

Regina nodded eyes lingering on the brunettes triceps imagining what it would feel like biting or gripping them as her girlfriend’s finger put her over the edge making her scream and cry for more. Janis smirked knowing exactly what was o the blondes mind, they did not have sex with each other yet, there were several steamy make out sessions that could have led to more but every time that happened they were interrupted by someone or something.

“But do you really not know why Damian asked?” Janis teased moving her arms behind her head flexing them in the process.

Once again creeped blush up Regina’s neck making her face go deep red.

“Oh, you absolutely know why he asked stop teasing”

“Babe I very much don’t, that’s why I’m asking,” Janis camel over to Regina sitting atop of her legs flexing the muscles in her thighs and arms as she leaned forward.

“Fuck me, please! I don’t care that our friend are in the room next to us. I need you so badly it’s not even funny anymore.”

“Desperate are we, ‘Gina you know who much I want to, but you already her how Damian teased you about your starring today. Do you want that about hearing you screaming my name?” Janis moved to kiss the blondes neck, she knew the answer and she hated, but she knew that she would be fucking her girlfriend the moment they got home the next day and she did not care who hear.

“No, I just need you so bad,” Regina almost whined trying to get some friction by moving her hips against Janis’s.

“Tomorrow baby i promise. Let’s just take nap now, cause I actually am really tired.”

“You can not leave me all hot and bothered now, Janis do you hear what I’m saying?!”

“Yes I am but we both know you can’t take the fact that the other are going to knew that you are a bottom, so just wait till tomorrow, okay?” Janis kissed her lips and moved to lay her head on Reina’s chest.

The blonde huffed but wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist and kissed her head.

Let’s just say the wait definitely was worth it and not just for Regina.

That it, I did not spell check so don’t mind the mistakes

Feed back always welcomed

[righteousdelusions]

reaching terminally online levels, i need a new job or better friends... the job is easier to find

[nerosdayinanime]

"Im worried what people would think of you then, that you're just a personal whore or something- i don't want to ruin your reputation.."

"Are you kidding? 'My dick was so good i got promoted-' Thats the biggest flex i can think of!"

"Well, you're certaintly enthusiastic about this."

[gskycy]

gonna be annoying in the tags

[devilfruitdyke]

perona inspired by @onepiecefashion :]

[ID: a pencil drawing of perona from one piece, in a cartoon style but more realistic than canon. she wears a black valentino minidress with a velvet heart at the bust and ruffles at the hem. it is accessorized with black fishnet stockings and black high heels with red roses and black feathers near the ankles. persona has a clutch bag, but the original model does not. perona is standing with her weight on one leg and her hand on her hip. she wears twintails in large ribbonlike curls. the second image the original model in the same outfit. end ID.]

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: April 15

"Something in the Way She Moves" by James Taylor

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[brittlebutch]

i can't find the post now so maybe i've made it up entirely, who's to say, but i feel like i remember seeing a post about saccharina saying that she expects too much for the rest of the Rocks to treat her like family, but now that i'm actually watching the season, dude, she says multiple times that she doesn't care if they treat her like Family, she really just wants them to be decent to her and they refuse to even grant her that much

[spherekuriboh]

ngl i see that post abt "leaving zine country" one more time im screaming

[distantwave]

[swagging-back-to]

new ereri dynamic just dropped i cant even put it into words the new perspective i just got

[cappucosmico]

the most devastating shit on earth is that i had a friend in middle school who was like my ride or die. but her only "social media" was Google Fucking Plus. so naturally i have lost her in the wastelands of that shitstorm. but i cannot find her ever again bc she has like The most common name on god's green earth so one facebook search for people with her name in the bronx yields like a million fucking results. so imagine if she's not even in the bronx anymore. 10 million results