#Anywho😇

[zappedbyzabka]

✝️😇👿

[oceans-beloved]

Meme dump yayyy🥳✨️

(off to make more now muhahaha >:3)

[sunlightfeeling]

feeling like ive committed sacrilege

<- guinea pig fanatic that just blocked guineapigposting

[sparklyoats]

Also, i bought a lil sweatsuit for lil man 😍

[ginalinettiofficial]

me, every single day: when the baby naps i’m gonna be SO productive

me, whenever the baby falls asleep: okay time to read fanfiction

[petersnya]

Blue jeans | Benny Cross

Pairing. Benny Cross x afab!reader

Prompt. ‘Told you when we met what you were in for.’

Warnings. Slight spoilers if you haven’t seen the movie yet!, angst (like a lot) cause that mane Benny needs a hug fr, language (cussing), one mention of character death, smoking cigarettes anddddd I think that’s it

Note. Tried to write the dialogue the best way I could to go along with the movie and how they talk in Chicago but I most likely didn’t do as well as I think I did cause I’m from Mississippi (yeah country asf living in the southern belt) and sometimes you can see it in my writing lmao. Got the inspo to write this form the song blue jeans cause it’s LITERALLY about him you can’t tell me otherwise. Also, Kathy is the star of this movie I swear. Anywho enjoy 😇

Wc. 3.2k+ (gah damn)

None of this was your speed. The grown men crowded around the bar from the front doors to the back wall, all huddled into groups like they were planning something. Earrings hanging out some of their ears while others had their belly buttons showing - the coils of chest hair damp with sweat as visible as ever, but it was obvious that they couldn’t care less. From the moment you opened the door, clouds of cigarette smoke that outweighed the amount of oxygen there was puffed into your face. It swirled around so much that you could see it in the air. And the way they spoke - you couldn’t believe your ears. It was all ‘F’ this and ‘F’ that so much that it could drive a person up the wall or make their ears bleed. 

Oh, these guys were animals. But they all had one thing in common— the jacket they wore. 

Walking in, you kept your head down as you shoved past all the bozos that made it almost impossible to get to the table your aunt was waving you over from, so you didn’t get a good look at them. You didn’t want to get a good look at them; by first glance, you’d seen enough. 

It was obvious that you didn’t fit in with a single person in that bar. Hands gripped at your hips as you passed through the crowd - a blatant look of almost disgust and fear on your face. When you sat down, a shaky breath escaped your lips as you scanned the bar, wide eyed, like a deer in headlights. You could hear your aunt telling you to calm down— that these guys just wanted to have a little fun.

No matter how bad you didn’t want to stare, you couldn’t help it. Gaze locked on the back of one of the guys' jackets, you could see the patches that littered it with all kinds of words and symbols; but on the back, there was a skull with big white letters above it—

“Vandals— the hell you got me in here with these guys for?” you said in a low voice like you were afraid one of them might hear you.

“Whatever, niece, these guys ain’t all that bad.”

“I don’t even know what a Vandal is,” the look on her face told you that she didn’t either. Of course you knew about these ‘motorcycle clubs’ that keep popping up all over the midwest, but you never put a second thought to it. They were a bunch of guys that had too much time on their hands— with that time, they sat around and talked about bikes all day while getting stoned and drunk. 

It was obvious that they were, in fact, one of these clubs. The moment you pulled up to the bar, there were rows upon rows of motorcycles out front. That sight alone made you get back in your car and contemplate driving off. You didn't want anything to do with any club, that's why you had been so alert since you got there. Eyes darting around to try and keep an eye on all of the men that were in your view.

“And that's exactly what your problem is, niece, you're such a square.”

“I’m not a square… I’m just not stupid.” An audible scoff came from her at your words. You could see her get up from the table out of the corner of your eye as you continued to look around the bar. She’d said something about getting a drink before she left, but you couldn’t focus on her right then - too busy trying to hear what the group of guys huddled near your table were plotting. They had to have been plotting something, cause who just gets in a huddle with their arms around each other to ‘talk’? People who plot shit.

After waiting a little while for your aunt to return, you couldn’t take it anymore. Lord knows you didn't want to be in this place any way, let alone by yourself. You stood from your seat and tried to look around people who were in your way to see if you could see where she had gone. But you didn’t.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you sat back in your chair reluctantly with a scowl on your face. Arms folded across your chest, you tried to look as unapproachable as possible to everyone who passed by your table.

“What’s with the look?”

A deep, almost gravely voice came from beside you - where your aunt had been sitting before. It should have scared you, but it was soothing to hear. You turned towards the voice to be met with a tall, lean yet muscular man who stood before you. A few tattoos littered his arms from what the sleeveless shirt allowed you to see. Two chunky-ish rings blinged in the dim lighting above the table. His dirty blonde hair matches the bit of stubble on his face.

Staring, wide eyed at him, you couldn’t bring yourself to speak— or to blink. You had never seen a man like this a day in your life. He didn’t look like the rest of those animals in this bar. Hell, he looked better than any man outside this bar.

Swinging a chair around towards you, he sat close enough to where you could feel his breath fan against your face. The look in his eyes was amusing and expecting as he waited for you to answer his question. But you couldn’t. You just stared at him.

From the moment you saw him, in the best way possible— he made your eyes burn.

He chuckled lightly before licking his lips, resting his chin on his forearms. “I’m Benny.”

“Hi…” You said breathlessly. That same slick smile on his lips, he stood from his chair wordlessly, running his hand along the back of yours before walking away.

-

Your arms folded across your chest tightly as you waited to cross the street right outside the bar to get to your car. There were no other cars coming, but you were still waiting for the ‘walk’ signal. Crisp air blew harshly against your ears to the point where they hurt— but that was the last of your thoughts. Every other thought in your mind was clouded or disappeared. All of them were taken over by the thought of him. Of Benny.

He was unlike anything you’d ever seen. His image burned into your head: the black, sleeveless shirt that showed off his tattooed arms. Dark washed blue jeans. Blue eyes that looked as if they had everything to hide. Bruised hands that had two large rings, but his hands made them look small. Stubbled face. It was like James Dean. Everything about him was the opposite of you— a match made in heaven.

The bar door opened behind you, making you look over your shoulder. Benny walked out of the bar, hand digging out a cigarette and a lighter. You watched, unable to look away as he placed the cigarette between his lips, cupping his hand around it so the wind wouldn’t blow out the fire from the lighter. He stuffed the lighter into his Vandals jacket pocket, swinging his leg over his bike before kicking it as hard as he could. The engine roared loudly that it sounded like it would break down any minute. The sound of it made you jump, pulling you back to reality.

A blinking light flashed, telling you that you could walk across the street - but you stood there - arms still folded, eyes burning from your stare, lips chapped from the air.

Benny twisted the handle of his bike, looking over his shoulder at you wordlessly. Taking a long pull before blowing the smoke out slowly. The sight made your head fuzzy, it was beautiful.

The bar doors opened again and people came rushing out. Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden yelling and chanting. You had no clue what the hell they were on about, but when you looked back at Benny, you could see him scoot forward on his bike while looking at you with a crooked smile. Your steps were slow as you approached his bike, eventually reaching it and placing your hands on his shoulders gently.

Swinging your leg over and settling on the seat, you could feel Bennys hand cup around the back of your knee, moving you closer to him before he kicked at the bike again and took off through the red light.

Your cheek pressed against his shoulder, arms wrapped around his waist tightly. As many stop lights as he's run from the time you got onto that bike-- you should be terrified for your life. Your eyes shut tightly each time he sped between cars. Each time, you gripped onto him harder.

His same laugh from earlier reached your ears. “I got you. Don’t worry, dove, okay?”

Nodding against his shoulder, you opened your eyes to see that you were approaching the highway. A smile spread onto your lips softly at the sight of the open road. No one else in sight for miles.

Just you and Benny.

-

“Benny, where are you going?” Your voice was soft, words slightly mumbled from you biting nervously at your thumbnail as you watched Benny from the doorway, pulling on his Vandals jacket hurriedly.

“Gotta go meet Johnny.” His words were almost dismissive as he picked up his bike keys, shoving them in his pocket with his cigarettes. Of course. You knew that the club was Bennys family… Johnny was like his father. But the club isn't the same anymore. It’s not how it was when you met Benny. So much had changed in a year. You married Benny within weeks of meeting him. You became a part of his life— his riding, his loyalty to the club, his hospital visits, his fights, his lawyers and jail cells.

He moved in with you and everything you knew changed. It wasn’t that you didn’t want Benny in your house or a part of your life. You loved him with everything in you. Any time the phone would ring, your heart stopped, thinking something had happened to Benny… again. But now, you couldn’t imagine your life without him. He was all you cared for. But this fucking club.

You couldn't take it anymore.

It wasn’t so bad at first. Sure, you had to get used to the drinking and smoking and Benny being out till 4 in the morning almost every. Single. Night. But the club was like a second family now. Until Brucie died.

Benny didn’t seem to be phased by any of it though. Brucies death, the drug deals being ran all the way from Canada, the new members who challenged Johnny everyday of his life. Of course, you knew Benny was seeing what you were seeing. But he still stayed with the club. Even after all the messed up shit that had been happening that made you tell him that it was getting out of hand— he still defended it.

“Meet Johnny for what..?” your words were hesitant as you took a step into the door, eyes scanning over Benny. He avoided your gaze, something he's been doing a lot recently. Since you had met Benny, he always stares into your eyes as if he were searching them. He didn’t do that anymore.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I'll be back later tonight.”

“Benny.” You said his name. Louder this time. His Blue eyes reluctantly trailed up to yours, brows raising once to show you that he was listening. Shrugging your shoulders, you shook your head slowly. You couldn’t find the words you wanted to say. You wanted to say so fucking much. You were sick of this life— sick of worrying about where he is, if he's gotten caught up in something that you didn’t know how to get him out of.

He said your name in an almost hushed voice, gaining your attention.

Taking a shaky breath, your wide, tired eyes found him. “I don’t know how much more of this you can take, Benny.” He dropped his head, shaking it as a dry chuckle escaped his lips. “The hell are you goin’ on about, dove.”

Bennys’ voice always had so much power over you. His words and the way he used them had so much more. The way he called you dove. In the early days of the two of you, Benny told you that he called you dove cause you were too pure for him. Too different— perfect, almost. He said that you could fly away from him at any given moment, but you never did. That meant the world to him. Your loyalty to him reminded him of why he loved you so much: you’d never go anywhere, no matter what he did. No matter what happened.

“You’re gonna sit here and tell me what I can and can’t take?” He said as he propped himself up against the dresser behind him.

“No, Benny, that's not what I’m sayin’.” You stepped closer to him, arms still folded across your chest. “I’m sayin’... I can’t handle worrying about you every second of every day. I worry even when you're next to me cause everytime I look at you, I see how drained you look. I don’t like seeing that when I look at you— it hurts me”

Benny lifted his head to look into your eyes. Your eyes searched his relentlessly, trying to find something in them— but it was the same as it was when you met him. Like he was hiding the world behind those pretty blue eyes. “I’ll leave then.”

“What?” Your face dropped as your arms fell slack at your side. “Don’t do this right now.” Benny had a bad habit of every single time something went wrong, and you came to him with a pained look on your face, he would tell you that he would just leave so that you didn’t have to worry about him anymore. He said it so much that it made you think he just said it so that you would beg him not to. Of course, Benny would never be that cruel to you. He never said things to just hurt you. He meant what he said, the only reason he never followed through was because he would think of you.

“Then don’t- don’t come to me with this again. We’ve talked about this before.”

“Well, we need to talk about it again. I don’t want you in the club no more, and I mean that.” You had never been so direct with your request as you were being right now, always afraid of what he would say. Afraid he would choose the club over you.

“Don’t ask me that…” His voice was cold, but you could hear the bit of pain in his words. “You know I can’t do that.”

“Do you not remember how we were before the club started changing? Don’t you remember the night we met?” Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you stood close to him now. Before the Vandals went to shit, you and Benny seemed perfect. To everyone on the outside, they would say that your relationship was far from it, but you didn’t think that. You would go with Benny to every meeting, every ride, every picnic. You would lay on his chest and sit in complete silence while you watched whatever was on TV. He would take you for rides at all hours of the night. Speeding past every stop sign in sight as he whispered to you to hold onto him tight. To never let him go. When things began to get bad, but not as out of control as it was now, Benny tried to tell you that he wasn't good for you anymore; but it was too late now. You were too in love with him.

“I barely get to see you now. You go out every night doing God knows what with them, and you don't show up until the next night. But it didn’t matter to me cause I told you that no matter what, I'll be by your side.” The tears that you held onto for dear life eventually fell, rolling down your cheeks as you brought your hand to his face. You gently tilted his head to look at you— fingers rubbing his cheeks with all the care in the world. “I love you more than any of them ever could, Benny. I want a life with you, and we can't have that if you keep up with them.”

His eyes found yours as he silently looked at you. Bennys’ lip twitched so slightly that it almost went unnoticed. Bringing his thumb to your cheek, he wiped away a fresh tear that was falling from your eye at that very moment.

“Told you when we met what you were in for.”

His words cut you more than any knife could. Kissing your finger that was closest to his lips, he wrapped his hands around your wrist, he pulled them from his face gently. He stood fully, causing you to back away, looking at him with wide eyes and furrowed brows. You were scared. “Benny? Benny, what are you doing?” You said urgently.

He walked out of the room and down the small hallway, towards the front door. “I’ll be back, dove, I promise.”

“No- No, Benny! Benny, don’t you walk out that door—“ Your voice broke with sobs as you followed behind him, tugging at his shoulders and arms desperately. He could leave. You couldn’t let him leave. It didn’t matter if he said he’d be back-- that could be days later. Weeks, maybe months. You didn’t even want to think of the possibility of years. “Please, please don’t leave… I swear Benny if you walk out that door.”

He paused for a moment, standing in the open doorway. You stood behind him, close enough to where he could hear you choking back your cries. Benny hated himself for making you worry so much. He hated himself for making you cry. You were his girl, his wife, his dove. He never wanted to hurt you.

Wordlessly, he stepped out of the door, slamming it behind him before quickly going down the steps of your front porch. Getting out the keys for his bike, he sat on the tearing leather seat quickly as he kicked at it when the key was in the ignition. He sped down the road, through all the stop signs.

You wanted to scream after him, but you didn’t. Instead, you locked the door and rested your forehead against it as it pounded from your sobs. No matter how many times Benny leaves, how many times you cry over him or for him, your feelings for him will never change. You would always wait for him to come back to you.

Your loyalty belongs to him. Your love belongs to him. You belong to him.

[satelitis]

꒰ SIT NEXT TO ME ꒱. . . p jackson !

pairing(s) : percy jackson x cabin 11! reader

in which percy jackson experiences love at first sight.

requested : yes or no.

!! content warnings : fluff, love at first sight, simp! percy, reader calls percy ‘shirley temple’ , reader is a child of hermes, totally isn’t based on me…. anywho!! 😇

robin chirps : i looooveeee percy!! and i’m cabin 11 what a coinkydink.

“woah.” percy stopped dead in his tracks as him, grover and annabeth walked back by the ring of cabins.

“what?” annabeth chimed looking in the direction percy was.

“who’s that?” he asked the two, his finger pointing at you. as you laughed with one of your friends at a stupid joke you had made seconds prior. annabeth replied,

“oh! that’s y/n. cabin eleven, and you can definitely tell.” she added. percy stood there in awe. his heart was accelerated and his breath hitched, his eyes were drawn to you and you only, nothing could draw him away. well, except for annabeth smacking percy on the head and making a sarcastic comment.

“careful seaweed brain, might wanna shut your mouth before you start catching flies.” grover let out a small laugh. percy rolled his eyes, as he continued walking,

“i’m gonna go talk to her.” he told them, walking away from the two. annabeth muttered something under her breath as percy came up to you.

you turned your head to see a head of curls walking up to you, you watched as he stopped in front of you. he stood there for a second not saying anything but just looking at you.

“uh hey shirley temple do you need something or at i free to go?” you joked.

“hi.” he managed to get out after a small silence

“hi.” you copied. percy smiled awkwardly.

“i’m percy, percy jackson.” he said.

“i know who you are shirley.” you smiled, as you tied your beat up brown converse.

“you do?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

“uh yeah, everyone here knows you, you’re famous. almost as famous as your dear old daddy it seems like.” percy laughed awkwardly.

“and you are?” he asked.

“y/n l/n.” you stuck out your hand which had a good number of rings on it. percy was hesitant. “cmon shirley i don’t bite.” you joked, percy shook your hand.

you and percy locked eyes as your hands refused to leave one anothers. the moment was broken when you broke eye contact.

“well shirley i’m gonna go get water before i die of thirst so i’ll see you later?”

“yeah see ya.” percy smiled, you smiled softly as you walked away, your hand leaving his. percy was in awe as you walked away. he felt something in his palm. a small slip of paper with writing on it.

“meet me at the lake 8 ‘o’clock. see ya shirley. - y/n ”

percy couldn’t help but smile as he watched you enter the mess hall. this was going to be an intresting summer.

[roxxie-spirt]

As I said in my last post, I was going to draw laurances all hot n bothered but I also just wanted an excuse to draw void!laurmau because DAWG THEYRE KINDA CUTE 😭😭 Void!aph n Laurances dynamic was so cute and funny like UGH AND THE FACT LAURANCE PROTECTS HER AS IF SHES HIS OWN APHMAU LIKE BRO LOVES AND PROTECTS HER IN ANY UNIVERSE I love Laurances character as much as any aphblr user , that’s all, I love my son anywho lemme keep talking about void paradox the series I wish continued.

I loved the mini series it was a nice break from the post Jess was making at the time ( a lot of myst content ) but also it was just super cool?? Seeing the mod mod world again I do wish she brought back Reese n marsh just cause I loved those two brothers as a kid but not the point. It was just super cool seeing an MCD character in modern times?? Especially with an Aphmau who didn’t know ANYTHING of this character like if it was mystreet Aphmau she would’ve made fun or poked at Laurance since she knew him but this Aphmau hadn’t a clue who he was?? Which omg opened to so much character for Laurance n void! Aphmau!! It didn’t show Casanova Laurance it just showed a guard who thought void!Aph was his and even after the fact he wanted to stay by her , ALSO JUST I KNOW I KEEP BRINGING IT UP BUT THEIR DYNAMICSSS AHHH ITS SO FUNNY !! Laurance being the more serious one out of the two is so unlike him especially where his character development was at?? Ok imma get to some lil hc(?)

Btw! I did draw the two slightly in different styles more of line work n shading IM NOT BEING INCONSISTENT IM BEING SPIDER-MAN

Laurance n void!aph explored eachothers bodies laurance still thinks it was a dream and so when he kisses MCD! Aph he says that was his first kiss, it was in fact not

I’d like to think void!Aph doesn’t just forget about Laurance , but she does look back at the weird medieval guard who kept her safe for those few knights a lot and often chats to Tommy about him

Void Aphmau does talk to Laurance about MCD!Aphmau and she out right tells him to take his chance on her, ofc Laurance tells her he’s waiting for Garroth to tell his feelings but void Aphmau laughs at him straight up and teases if he even likes her if he’s waiting for another man to confess. Laurances get fed up with her comment but he does think about that comment a lot even though he knows she knows nothing about his life .

Laurance when he talks to Tommy can’t help but see Malachi weirdly enough

Laurance out of habit moves void Aphmaus hair out of her face as he does to MCD Aphmau but voidaph is purposely outing her hair in her face

Once when Laurance was watching over void Aph as she slept he lightly grazed his hand on her cheek where MCD!aphmaus mark would be. Tommy called him out for being weird

ok that’s all bye 😇😇

[zappedbyzabka]

Creepy crawly crazy villain femme fatale with bad hair vibes

[iikisa]

ladynoir!! i always felt the green didnt fit marinette’s costume and blue would be divine— but it builds plot LOL. 🤌

Misterbug: Are your eyes actually green?

Ladynoir: Hmm, I don’t know, are they? You wanna know?

Misterbug: Nevermind, haha..

And then they needa switch and ladynoir becomes ladybug for the day— her eyes are the prettiest shade of navy blue and adrien is just combusting quietly partially because of the cat miraculous’s side effects and his own thoughts of how pretty they are 😇

— LIKE I SAID, THE PLOT! FOR THIS SCENARIO! WOULD BE THE BEST! 👏

anywho enjoy the ladynoir fanart i cooked up ahah 🥸

[meowzfordayz]

on the phone during (; — kokushibo, muzan

Author’s Note: no normal thoughts allowed! 😤 Only 😏 thoughts! 😂

on the phone during (; — kokushibo, muzan

Kokushibo x Reader, Muzan x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW:  18+NSFW, degrading language, Fem!Reader, implied bondage, overstimulation, squirting

Emergency Request Fulfilled: I was wondering if you write for Muzan and Kokushibo. It might be crazy, but it could be funny. The reader is Sanemi’s sister. Maybe some headcanons of Muzan and Koku making love with the reader, while she’s in the middle of a call with their brother? They try to stay focused but our evil pals make it hard👀❤️

~faqs~

Immediate disclaimer that these headcanons are going to be #short bc they’re for an emergency request

(I specify in my faqs that the trade off for emergency requests being prioritized is that they’re also consequently ~shorter)

Anywho, onto the spice 😌

Update 1: jk, it’s mostly crack oops 😅

Update 2: jk, I got carried away writing Muzan’s 🥵

KOKUSHIBO

—Alright, so I just read a bit of Kokushibo’s backstory on wiki (which is what I often do when writing for unfamiliar-to-me/new characters #don’t mind me being an anime only gal)

—And DAMN

—I knew it was tragic, but like *le sigh* 💔

—I digress 😶

If you were on the phone w/ someone Kokushibo might deem ~competition, then he’d def be cocky and sly and merciless #riperoni your pussy as hell 😎

But since it’s Sanemi aka your brother?

Kokushibo’s mostly embarrassed 😖

“Hang up! Hang! Up!” he hisses into your ear, thrusts stuttering at the sound of Sanemi’s irritated grumble crackling through your phone, “Why did you even pick up?????” 😭

“No, Sanemi,” you grin faintly, biting at your tongue to suppress a breathy whine, “I’m not busy.”

“You’re having sex,” Sanemi scoffs plainly, markedly unimpressed, “Is this payback for when you walked in on me and-”

“YOU TOLD ME YOU’D BE OUT FOR THE NIGHT.” 😡

“Plans change. Sorry our house was closer.”

“Sorry you couldn’t wait to get your dick wet,” you snap, “Sorry you couldn’t text me a heads up so I could stay the fuck away!”

“WELL YOU GOT YOUR REVENGE, SO END THE FUCKING CALL.”

“Why didn’t you end it when you realized what was going on?” you smirk

“Because I wasn’t 100% confident,” he growls, tacking on darkly, “Until you confirmed my suspicions, of course,” scowling to himself, “And I’m trying to be less of an asshole and not just randomly hang up on you.”

Meanwhile, poor Kokushibo’s cock is slowly but surely softening, his hands splayed awkwardly on your ass 🫠

“Aww Sanemi, that’s actually really thoughtful of-” 🥺

*Sanemi randomly hangs up on you* 😞

“Are you satisfied?” Kokushibo pouts immediately, chest pressing hot against your back as he leans over you, practically batting your phone out of your hand, “I need help.”

Giggling, you roll your hips backward, chin turning to peer at him, “Thanks for your patience.” 😇

“Don’t thank me yet,” he mutters, watching the arch of your spine, thumbs digging into the plush of your sides, quickly recovering from his momentary loss of arousal, voice lowering smoothly, “You’re going to help me, hm?”

“Am I?” you hum nonchalantly, clenching your walls around him, laughing at his unabashed groan

“You certainly are,” he murmurs, always so poised before the storm

You know you won’t be answering any more calls when he pushes your face into the mattress, other hand slipping between your thighs

“That’s right sweetheart, you’re going to help me cum with those pretty, needy orgasms of yours.”

MUZAN

—I did my best to write Muzan ~not entirely toxic, but like, well, it’s Muzan lmao 🥴

Needless to say, Muzan and Sanemi do not get along 😬

But, again, since Sanemi’s your brother (vs a potential/past lover), I don’t think Muzan would be particularly fond of you talking on the phone w/ Sanemi during sex 🤨

Perhaps a case of butt dialing would be more likely?

Or maaaybe

Sanemi’s calling you repeatedly (for stupid, sibling shit lol)

But you’re in no position to answer 🫢

No position to answer = tied spread eagle to the bedframe w/ a vibrator held firmly—by Muzan, obvi—against your clit, bedsheets already damp from your sweat and earlier orgasms

And eventually, Muzan loses his patience 🙃

Sure, he could just relocate your phone

Or break it

Or put it on Do Not Disturb

But he already dislikes Sanemi, so he might as well put him in his place (???)

—Muzan, Do Not Disturb really would’ve solved the prob, but #you do you 🤠

Still holding the vibrator against your clit, Muzan reaches for your phone 😵‍💫

“Hello Sanemi, most people give up calling after their second attempt.”

Your head lifts when Muzan says Sanemi, both intrigued and flustered, but before you can voice your confusion, Muzan pinches your thigh Pay no attention here, focus on cumming for me

“Why the fuck did you pick up?” Sanemi snarls

“Because your sister’s occupied.”

“The hell does that mean?”

Smirking, Muzan glances nonchalantly at your trembling form, your orgasm steadily building as your shiny, swollen clit makes a mess of the vibrator

“Do you really want to know?” Muzan drawls, mouthing a command to you

Cum

Your silent orgasm spills over as Sanemi promptly hangs up (no doubt red in the face), Muzan’s smugness permeating through the bedroom at your open mouth and dazed expression, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from the overstimulation

Bc Muzan’s still holding the vibrator against your clit

“Keep going,” he murmurs, fixated on the pleasure-pain writhing through your body, soft ropes taut as you try (and fail) to escape from the vibrator’s pressure, your strangled wail music to his ears, “That’s it darling, just like that,” his stare fully darkened and in control as you convulse, finally squirting with a overwhelmed scream

Taking pity on you, he sets the vibrator aside, rubbing greedily at your shaking legs, your skin smeared and glistening as he roughly thrusts two fingers into your pussy, relishing the wet, sloppy noise of your essence

“What a filthy cunt,” Muzan grins, “So beautifully wrecked.”

Dw! 😃

You have a safe word in case you actually feel wrecked, and Muzan respects your boundaries 🫡

After all, he needs to gain your trust before he can push them 😃

—WOWIE I did not mean to get so intense for Muzan 🫣

[sparklyoats]

if you don't mind sharing, how are you feeling? how was your birth experience?

Im feeling good! Obviously in pain, but im getting painkillers so that helps😇 - well, they were worried about my bloodpressure at my local midwife tuesday noon so she sent me to the hospital, and they took blood tests - which showed pre-eclampsia and my liver numbers were a bit too low so it was necessary to get baby out so we would both be okay👍🏻 got started on the contraction inducing pills around dinner time tuesday, and took the last at 11pm.. the water broke at 1am and contractions started pretty quickly afterwards 😳 by 8.30am Wednesday he was out, finally hahah

[outerbankspov]

Hi I was wanting to request a drew x y/n idk why I keep thinking about this so drew is out at a bar or a club or something with the cast and y/n is there with like her own circle of people and has no idea who drew is or what outer banks is and drew sees her and is like absolutely starstruck and needs to get her attention and talk to her and he’s pleasantly surprised to find out she has no idea what his show is and you can make it end with like a steamy makeout or something idk and add whatever you want to make it more interesting but pls and ty you’re writing is so good 🤞😇😇💗

OO PLS I LOVE THIS!!! (Lowkey want to make this a series… should I?)

- You and your girls made your way into the last booth available at the bar laughing and eating chips with your drinks. “Wait so he refused to eat your food?” One of your friends ask your other friend with a laugh. You look up from your friend and spot this guy, 6’4, blue eyes and beautiful. He flashes his beautiful smile at you and you blush. He was with a lot of people, they all seem pretty close and man do they all look EXPRESSIVE! He starts doing karaoke and singing to you and making a big fool of himself, you found it adorable and smiled wildly. After he’s done he goes to the bar and looks at you again. “I’m gonna get another beer” you excuse yourself and confidently walked beside him and ordered your drink making it known to his ears. “You have an eye for good taste” he smirks. You finally meet his eyes and your heart almost fell apart. “Thank you.” You eye his drink and smiles. “I could say the same, whiskey huh?” The tension was strong already, you can feel it. “Mhm” he nods. “I’m Y/N. And you?” Your say sweetly hoping your voice didn’t sound to high pitch. He stares at you for what seems like hours. He couldn’t believe it, he’s Almost relive that this beautiful women he met at the bar doesn’t know who he is. “I’m Drew Starkey” is all he said. “Drew! I like that name” you lean a little into him and he looks down at your lips. “Do you know me?” He asked and immediately regretted, a really stupid question. She playfully glares at him before taking a sip of her drink. “Never in my life! But I happen to meet a man name Drew here so….” He laughs and leans into her so he’s whispering in her ear. “ you’re hot by the way.” your cheeks immediately flushed and you are glad for the bar lighting. “Anywho. Here’s my number” she kisses the napkin with a red lips stick and folds it, slowly putting it in his front pocket. Biting her lip with bedroom eyes she smiles and hurry’s away to her friends.

A little more later….

“He’s totally checking you out! Go for it!” Lucy one of your best friends tells you with a hint of mystery. What y/n doesn’t know is that Lucy and her friends all know well on who Drew Starkey is and the crew he’s with except y/n herself. It’s not that she’s clueless or anything she just don’t know who he is. “Okay fine. Wish me luck?” You say taking a strong shot of your liquor. You get up and makes her way to the table, very bold move but hey you have liquor in your system. “Drew ?” You say while everyone has their eyes on you with smiles. He turns with a big grin on his face. “Hey you! What’s up?” He stands up and excuses himself from his friends. “I was maybe thinking…” you bite your lip, nervous as hell. “Go on” he demands. “I will love to go on a date with you” he says before you can even spit it out. “I’m more then excited for that!” You say in a low tone. You both just look at one another, he can’t believe you have no clue who he is and it makes him happy. You, you’re just so love stuck by this man. “Do you maybe wanna?” He grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bathroom, pushing you into the stall and locking it. “need your lips on mine now” he mumbles. He pulls you into a kiss and you both moan softly. He licks the bottom of your lips asking for permission and you grant it with a groan as his tongue massage yours. “Fuck” he groans into your mouth. Hands grabbing at anything he can find. “Drew” you say when you hear people enter the bathroom. But he doesn’t let up, he’s so obsessed with you that all he can think about is YOU. “Do you know how happy I am that you came up to me? I’m a chicken shit, was so scared to come up to someone this gorgeous” he mumbles as he takes your boobs in his hands and squeezes them, casing you to let out a soft moan. He bucks his hips forward and apologizes. “Sorry, you just sound so sexy” he laughs. “God Drew, you make me feel so good” he picks you up and leans you against the stall wall, groaning into each others mouth.

“Take me home Drew Starkey” you look him up in the eyes and he almost moaned out loud. “Yes come on” he grabs your hand and you both leave the bar, both looking at their friends with a smile. “Gonna make you mine.” Drew whispers into your ear as you both walk to the car.

[quabshy]

y'all princess celelestia and Luna sketch redesign 😇😇😇 I was bored so I was like alright ANYWHO, I like making ponies w wings have like tail feathers so ya know they can like stear n stuff. LUNA HAS STARS AND CELESTIAHAS CLOUDS 🔥🔥🔥

[lyrakanefanatic]

oker so i have seen some people saying that they didn’t like lyra with grayson because they think that the two wouldn’t work out, but im hear to plead the contrary

in my opinion, if lyra turns out the way we’ve been expecting, she’ll be graysons endgame. the reason why i think this is because lyra is typically a snarky, sarcastic character. while grayson used facts and a deadpan tone in the phone call with her, lyra was more quick to resort to overreactions and fiery comments to keep the conversation going. This banter, or more all the scenes they had together, was what made all of us believe that jlb would end up putting them together.

do you want to know why avery and grayson didn’t work out where as avery and jameson did? it’s because grayson and avery are very similar people. they’re both quite serious and mature at times, and when things get hard, they don’t know how to tell people. my point is, they were too alike. it would have never worked out. but with jameson and avery, that’s different. they’re similar too, but also they have their prominent differences that make them such a good couple. avery is the maturest in the relationship and likes to think most things through before she does them, where as jameson tends to rush into situations and does things without thinking. im not saying they aren’t alike. because they are! but what im saying is jlb made them just different enough that they complimented each other in every way, where as grayson and avery had good scenes, but just weren’t right for each other.

even in graysons past you can see he had…. situationships, if they could even be called that, that were too similar to him. like avery, or eve. and no im not gonna include emily because she’s a stone cold menace and i honestly have no clue what her characters like because she’s a narc 😇

anywho, lyra being this sarcastic and less serious character would compliment grayson, instead of him just being stuck with girls that are too alike to him. she would be able to get him out of his comfort zone, and maybe she’ll be a character who wouldn’t mind protection sometimes, instead of one who didn’t need or want it, like avery.

they might be able to have some real, raw chemistry, instead of just attraction that won’t lead anywhere.

anyways, that was all. vote lyra and grayson for president 2024. 🇺🇸‼️

[jaylleoo14]

Its late and I need to go to sleep but i really wanna play games rn UGHHHHHHHH (game ramble below)

the sexual tension of wanting to play games, write, read or draw knowing damn well i should also be prioritizing other stuff rn😔😭

OKAY BUT I WANT TO REPLAY JOHN DOE (I havent played House Haunted YET and I also plan on playing House Haunted pt 2)

And Our Life, Beginnings and Always😔 I wanna mix up my options and choices and see different outcomes for it

I still need to finish Dead Plate but I FEEL SO DISCOURAGED BECAUSE IM NOT GETTING TO EVERYONES ORDERS IN TIME

and then there's Error 143.... Micah Yujin.... YOU WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME I still have the game so I might go back to replay it

I havent got the time to replay Touchstarved the Demo and wanted to try pursuing Ais because I took Mhin's (omigosh i love him sm ><)

I played therapy with therapy with dr albert krueger and still havent finished Dinos other game Vincent Secret of Myers so maybe i'll get to that

Played Gavril and oooh do I love that Rat Romanian Goo man <333 Still havent played Part's BUBO yet BUT I PROMISE I WILL :(

I also really liked Trapped with Jester, it was really nice and sometimes I got endings I did not expect to get😭

SOMEONE STOLE MY LUNCH WAS SO GOOD TOO!!! I loved the art and the gameplay, it was very comical and easy going <3333 And when we went out on a date? 🤭🤭🤭 yes sir🤞😇

OMG I ALSO PLAYED MISTRICK AND MISFICTION (it was so funny oml 😭😭 The freaking way John got jealous over Chase 💀💀💀

Killer trait is also a good game and its one of the games im waiting on for more development<333 Anywho, point is I have a lot of games to catch up with 😔😔

I love visual novel games <3333