#I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA GET THIS BLOG MOVING

[necrothezma]

I know I shouldn't give these kinds of people the time of day or any attention but I'm just like ... How do you think like. How do you think like this. what is your thought process of " it's a fictional character so they can't be a child or teenager " like ??? I think they're just trying to defend ns//fw of children because hurr duhh uhhh durr fiction doesn't affect reality I can draw horribly disgusting things of a 14 year old character because it doesn't hurt anyone it's not a REAAL child !!1!!

[holisticblight]

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[our-inspire-verse]

Kiba speaking

So like... "my shaggy rogers"

Bro did you. Were you aware that he's. Weedsmoker tho? I.

[azzydoesstuff]

lethal company dashboard simulator

🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

man 41-experimentation has the worst abandoned facilities. where is all the scrap guh??

🪲 lootyloot-nestynest Follow

the fuck are you calling an abandoned facility?? experimentation is my fucking home you prick. you scrappers call these facilities abandoned but they're not. you're just wandering into our homes and stealing our things. leave it to the scrapper to regurgitate insectophobic slop. blocked

#like i swear to god. these fucking scrappers are so stupid. i hope they all die #insect pride

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🌰 nuts-be-cracked Follow

i swear to god y'all, ain't NOTHINg moving on my watch

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heyyyy 😏

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😬

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🦅 professionalhawkster2 Follow

bro why do the fucking dogs keep messing with my gang?? they almost killed jerry a couple hours ago

🦖 heywhosaidthat Follow

how about you be fucking quiet you fucking pickle thieves

#seriously who steals pickles lmao #fuck baboon hawks

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🖳 theindomitablesigurd-deactivated1968

T HEY TOOK M Y PIcKLES!!!!1!!

#naw i'm uptading th ose mf dangjer level to 75% agfter tha t shit

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🛠️ she-fillin-my-quota Follow

first time visiting 7-dine! wonder what i'm gonna find lol

🖇️ boioioioing Follow

hey i live there! lol

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man what the hell

#cw coilphobia #fucking scrappers #hope i coil this bitch lmao

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🦑 badjokesbyjeb Follow

What do you do after eating a really tasty planet? You give the restaraunt five golden stars.

🪙 living-on-the-blingbling-baby Follow

BEAST LET ME OUT ALREADY I NEED TO GET OUT I CAN'T BE DIGESTED YOU FUCKING BEAST CEASE THIS MOCKERY OF OUR GOLDEN PLANET RELEASE ME SPIT OUT THE RINDS LET ME LEAVE

🖁 across-the-system Follow

Haha, good one Jeb! You should really change your url!

#you fucking idiot don't say shit like that #he's gonna fucking escape at some point if you keep doing this and then you'll really be fucked you fucking moron #goodjokesbyjeb

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who up eatin' their legs

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what

🦈 thump-thump-thump Follow

us thumpers get called halves because when we're born we have to eat the bottom half of our bodies to get out of our eggs. this is why we have no legs and have to use our arms to walk around. hope this helps ❤️

#cw thumperphobic slur #cw half #don't be ignorant like this and do your research #also don't call us halves please #thumpers #thumperposting #thumper gang

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man why don't this fucking door open. oh it's my fucking crew behind it fucking great. fucking assholes won't stop saying i smell

🌿 rapaxfoliumsnap Follow

hey i think we haven't met before

☣️ richrichardguy-deactivated0709

😨

🖳 theindomitablesigurd-deactivated1968

RICH NOOOOOOOOOOO

#bro stank like shit but i didn't want him to go like this #not like this! not like thiiiiiiis!

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🪲 lootyloot-nestynest Follow

you guys, i just found the coolest fucking metal sheet. you have no idea

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BRO GET OUT OF THE DOORWAY STUPID FUCKING BOX

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listen to my tune

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hey guys it's my first week working for the company! i think i'm gonna make quota this time

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no you're not

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no i'm not

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🎭 she-fillin-my-quota Follow

hey guys i'm resigning from the company rn. im gonna make some changes accordingly on my blog now. can someone tell @lootyloot-nestynest i'm sorry and ask them to unblock me. i'm a changed man now, i'm not a scrapper anymore

🖇️ boioioioing Follow

guys idk something seems off about this guy. he was spewing coilphobic shit a couple days ago

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guess who's been busy, coily? 😏😏😏

🖇️ boioioioing Follow

no fucking way

#the madman did it #bro got fucking masked lmao

[zbase1]

kisses with zerobaseone

genre: fluff

warnings: kithing (mwAh), swearing (buckle up lads), slightly suggestive in zhang hao and matthew's sections

author's note: this is my first fic on this blog 😳 hope you guys like it hehe

jiwoong

— confident king 😼😼

— knows how to make you swoon with his expeessions

— i mean, he didn't take all those acting lessons for nothing

— makes it super dramatic every time he wants to kiss you

— "my lips are lonely, mind if they meet yours?"

— "jiwoong is that really necessary"

— smiles throughout kisses AHHHH

— likes to give you forehead kisses before you go to sleep

zhang hao

— i am a firm believer that zhang hao's love language is physical touch 🗣️

— approaches you from behind with a back hug whenever you're cooking

— and he just starts lightly kissing your neck hello?????

— so you turn the stove on a lower setting before turning around to face him with your hands on your hips

— "what do you think you're doing hao?"

— "what i'm just showing my affection" 🤷🏻‍♀️

— but then zhang hao does NOT break eye contact with you and takes a step towards you which makes you very flustered

— he likes to put his hands on your shoulders so he can pull you closer to his body FHJSKDBSK

— i think kisses with hao would be very gentle and romantic

hanbin

— so so so sweet

— always asks for your permission to kiss you and makes sure you are comfortable

— it's also tradition of hanbin's to drive you back home and then kiss you before you get out of the car

— likes to hold both of your hands while kissing you

— holds you so gently honestly you forget your hands are in his

— hanbin's lips would feel so soft

— kissing him would feel like you're floating on a fluffy cloud during a pink and orange sunset

— "y/n you have really pretty eyes"

— "i could say the same about you, hanbin"

— overall so sweet and wholesome im screaming what a gentleman !!!

matthew

— you and matthew would be on a picnic date in this cute little park

— he's cronching on some green grapes obnoxiously (endearingly) loud

— "matthew chill brah you're gonna fucking choke on a grape sooner or later"

— "nuh uh" ☝🏻

— you guys would be lying down next to each other on the picnic blanket, cloud watching

— you feel a pair of eyes watching you instead of at the sky, so you turn your head and matthew's face was RIGHT THERE (jumpscare)

— he just giggles at your reaction and places a hand under your chin and kisses you

— will melt if you play with his hair

— also bonus i think matthew would enjoy french kissing (do what you want with this information)

taerae

— gives you a huge smile every time you guys are about to kiss

— his dimples oh my god

— we must stay focused brothers ‼️

— your favorite thing to do is to distract taerae while he's playing pubg

— "what y/n i'm trying to heal my teammate right now"

— you'd say nothing but just wrap your arms around him and his gaming chair from behind and steal a kiss on his cheek and run away

— taerae would calmly turn around, remove his headset, and bolt after you like a man on a mission

— "GET BACK HERE you made me lose !!"

— i'm sorry but i think out of the members taerae would have the crustiest lips (i say this out of love)

ricky

— ricky is usually too shy to make the first move, but when it came to your first kiss with him, oh boy

— it was the evening before prom and he had a sudden surge of confidence

— you would be getting ready and helping him tie his tie

— naturally, the distance between you two became closer

— you see ricky's eyes staring at your lips

— so you close your eyes, expecting him to kiss you

— until he doesn't.....

— "you know, they call me rizzard of oz"

— "stfu and kiss me ricky"

— also !! ricky thinks it's so cute how you have to tiptoe to reach his height !!

— pro tip: wear strawberry lip balm and he will literally gravitate towards you 🏃🏻‍♂️💨

gyuvin

— blushy baby omg

— loves when you kiss his cheek

— but the first time yall kissed, it was a disaster 😟

— bc the mf accidentally bOnked his head into yours while leaning in

— "oW gyuvin why you gotta be so damn tall"

— "and why you gotta be so short, y/n?? you're closer to hell than i am"

— despite the bickering and Hard fumble, it was a good kiss regardless

— that night, gyuvin giggled to himself and kicked his feet while laying in his bed trying to fall asleep, but he can only think about you

[birrdify]

@usbkinitopet OK I'M ABOUT TO RAMBLE SO BADLY I;;M VISIBLY SHAKING AND TWEAKING /VVVPOS

HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE AU GO WATCH THE VIDEO FIRST IN THE MENTIONED HANDLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FRIST OF ALL;L HOLY SHIT . OHMY GOD . I SWEAR TO GOD I;M GONNA NEED YOUR DISCORD/ANY SOURCE OF COMMUNICATION W/ YOU SONI OR IM GONNA START RAMBLING VRY 5 MINUTES ON MY BLOG.........../silly THIS IS SO????COOL???? I;MM IM SO???WHAT?? HOLY HELL?????? AND THE HORROR ASPECTS??????????? i;m not gonna include ANY ways to get the info i got in this ramble cause i want everyone to find how themselves thats the FUN of ARGS</3333

FRIST OF ALL......WE GOT NAMES.OH MY GOD OKAY WE GOT NAMES...OKAY.OKAYOKAYOKAY .. okayOKAY im so NORMAL OKAY

DETECTIVE JONES = USB!KIN'S CURRENT USER JACOB = A FRIEND? OF JONES ... OR CO-WORKER IN THE OFFICE, CAUSE JONES IS A DETECTIVE

OKAY WAIT IM GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF i NEED TO ANALYZE THE FIRST ENTRY FIRST!!!!!!!! okayokay in ENTRY ONE.....looks like our USER is a detective who found the old computer and started to document his FINDINGS because of CERTAIN EMAILS.....sounds FAMILIAR !!!!!

SDHBSJDSDNKJ SSO THE EMAILS...THE EMAILS ARE WHAT ENCOURAGE D.JONES TO KEEP SENDING ENTRIES, and THEY CAN SEE HIS EVERY MOVE !!!!!

entry one seems to be!!the START OF THE GAME !! cause he mentions getting the ARTICLES and the PRODUCTION OF KINITOPET !! hsheehHEHE THSI IS SO COOL IM STIMMING ;

in ENTRY TWO....timeSKIP TO !! A FEW WEEKS AHEAD !!! in ENTRY ONE d.jones mentions an "old friend" which i THINK is JACOB ... so DETECTIVE JONES IS THE SMARTS GUY ,, and JACOB IS THE PROGRAMMING SMARTS GUY ...... what a DUO !!!!

YAYYY JACOBS TRYING TO GET IN CONTACT WITH SAM AND JADE ((at least II THINK) AHWSHWHSGWHS YAYAYAY

now ENTRY 2.1 IS INTERSTING... ......D.JONES MENTIONS JACOB LEAVING ND HE'D BOOT UP THE GAME WHILE JACOB'S GONE...WHICH I THINK BRINGS US TO THE START OF THIS CHAPTER!!!!!!!!! CAUSE AT THE END OF THE VIDEO THE "USER" APPEARS KJAHSWSHSDNKJ THIS IS AMAZING OH MY GOD

MORE ON WHY I THIBNK SO .... ccCAUSE if THESE DATES ARE "CANONICAL" , our USER MIGHT HAVE SUBMITTED THIS ENTRY!! RIGHT BEFORE LOGGING ON THE PUTER!!! OHM Y GOD!!!!

HHAHSHEJHSDJSD THIS MAKES MME VERY HAPPY ... .l;sdsdlmdslkMDS

OTHER SILLY THING I FOUND : THIS MORSE CODE TRANSLATES TO "HELLO?"

so NOOOOW i KNOW WHY IT SAYS LOCKED ZIPS . tTHERES A DETECTIVE...WITH THE "HELP" (more like encouragement) OF EMAILS...TRYING TO FIND INFO . THIS IS.T HIS IS SO FCOOL OH MYM GKAJSDKAD AKJWAKJDN

IM EATING THIS UUP PLEASEPLEASEPLASE SONI PLEASE I NEED MORE FOOD SONI

(aalso the sending your discord thing wwas a /j /nf uunles s ........((actually i rreally wanna talk to yyou /nf ;; hhjhgjhguhuhuhu i ddont know where to dump all mmy yapping SOBS (UNLESS YOU'RE UNCOMFY WITH PEOPLE GETTING YOUR DISCORD ITS OKAY SSORRY FOR ASKING AA AA

[steddietism]

« much more than i bargained for »

little warning uh im a minor !! nsfw blogs dni please ^_^

summary — steve goes in for snacks, and comes out with a FAT crush.

promt — ‘ candy ‘

this will have multiple chapters that i will post whenever i have the energy to write more ^_^ im often busy with school+homework ++ so dont expect weekly updates or whatever LOL

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Steve sighs as he enters the shop, the little one at the top of his street, right at the corner. There’s music playing through the speakers, but not the usual kind he hears at the shops. Steve wants to say it’s— cooler? Yeah, cooler.

He bobs his head to the beat a little as he wanders inside, a high-pitched bell ringing as he does. The guy working the till’s head shoots up at the sound, like he’s scared or something. He makes eye contact with Steve, before smiling softly and looking back down.

Steve lets his eyes trail down his body, following his arms, down to his hands, where they’re holding a magazine between his slender legs, which are hanging off an old wooden stool.

He’s got tattooed wrists, and forearms, and hands. His fingers are decorated with delicate little designs, which are mostly covered with his many rings. Steve notices one in particular, a silver band with two little bat wings. It matches the tattoo just under his elbow, the one of a swarm of bats. His eyes begin to travel back up, spotting a bunch of, what look like, homemade bracelets on one of his wrists. They have words, but it’s not like Steve can read them, not from this far away.

It’s a few minutes before Steve realises he literally hasn’t peeled his eyes off the cashier, or even moved at all. He snaps back into reality when another customer enters, ringing the bell behind him.

Fuck, what was he in here for again? Oh— yeah, snacks. Candy. Robin and Nance are probably bored of waiting for him. Or not, Steve doesn't think they could get bored even if they tried, not when they have a house to themselves.

Steve finally moves, and he swears to God, every single one of his bones have been replaced with jelly.

As he wonders around the shop, crossing the different foods Robin requested off his list, he makes a mental note of how much money he’s gonna need.

A dollar fifty, three dollars, four dollars and ninety-nine cents.

He ends up with candy, and drinks, which all amounts to ten dollars and fifty cents.

Steve sort of doesn’t notice that he’s at the counter ‘til the guy behind it asks if he wants a bag. They’re so close now, Steve can see what he looks like up close. He has these gorgeous eyes, that sort of droop down at the ends. Thick, dark, eyelashes that cast a shadow on his cheeks. And, most notably, long, curled hair. A rich, dark brown colour. Strands of it lay on his shoulders, almost blocking the view of the badge on his shirt, his name tag, that says ‘Eddie’, in little, blue letters.

“Do you? Want a bag, I mean,” Eddie repeats, seemingly now a little annoyed. Steve watches his lips when he speaks, and, fuck, he’s pierced. Angel fangs, Steve recalls in his head. That’s what they’re called, the ones that look like sharp, shiny teeth. He wonders what they’d feel like if he kissed Eddie, how they contrast of his plush, warm lips with cold, hard metal would feel. The thoughts send a wave of heat rushing through Steve’s belly.

“No, I— I’m okay, I’ve got my own,” he says, pulling his rucksack off his shoulders and unzipping it.

Eddie just smiles that same, soft smile, tells Steve how much money he needs to give him.

And Steve gives him the money, wordlessly. He puts his shopping in his bag, wordlessly. And he looks back up at Eddie, again, wordlessly. Like he’s expecting him to do something else. Or maybe he’s waiting on himself to do something.

Eddie swears he can hear the cogs turning in Steve’s brain.

“Well— okay, uh, bye, thank you!” Steve smiles, and practically sprints out of the shop.

He rushes home with a million thoughts in his head, the main one being something along the lines of ‘why, in the absolute fuck, didn’t you ask for his number? Or at least try to make small talk?’

Steve can’t answer that. He doesn't know why.

Well, there’s always next time.

[curedeity]

Shogun Steel Episode 6:

-alright ren got her episode now to destroy any chance of her being a serious character by letting takanosuke take her pride.

-i love that maru is number 1 in the sound off. Maru appreciation

-ren would get along with tetsuya, shed do the krabby finger things

-why is everyone so mean to ren shes just a ray of sunshine :((( like come on zyro you should be excited to have her around

-benkei: synchrome beys are banned. I dont want this show to be fun

-maru didnt call tsubasa by his title and she shouldnt! She only respects madoka!

-why does rens hair look like that from the back? I elect we never discuss this again

-benkei just accepting ren makes me think she talked to him beforehand. Though it is in character for her to just show up (or maybe ren already knew benkei ahead of time. Like she would if someone had given her phoenix-)

-cant believe we dont get to see shinobu vs ren

-ren is constantly annoyed that her rivals are gays obsessed with each other and none of them will just professionally battle her

-benkei: I RUN A SMALL BUSINESS I NEED TO OPEN THE SHOP

-MARU HAS A LITTLE PONYTAIL OMG

-ren would steal all of julian konzerns money if they met

-benkei: whats up with ren? I have vegetarian options

-takanosukes voice. Omg. His voice. I always forget the specific cadence he has and am punched in the face with how much sillier it is than anything i can imagine. Thank god for his voice actor this is the silliest shit

-takanosuke: you cant be zyro kurogane! Zyro is a manly man amazing blader who couldnt possibly be a girl!

-takanosuke is misogynist im so surprised

-takanosuke and ren could be such fun rivals if takanosuke wasnt a dick wow

-takanosuke i swear to fucking god id you say another word against ren-

-seriously the way everyone in the story ignores her in favor of zyro is so incredibly frustrating and puts a terrible taste in my mouth. Even if you dont think the show is trying to pose that as a positive thing it makes the characters come off as unbelievably sexist.

-ren gets good character development. Not that shes allowed to be the focus, theres a boy here now so lets shove ren to the side

-takanosuke your crush is destroying your ability to be a likeable human being

-shinobu gets a nice speech from benkei. Ren doesnt. Mhm mhm i see the favoritism here

-nvm what i said about hating kite. Takanosukes introduction was so shit im never gonna be able to unsee it.

-i like shinobus arc to getting a special move, he did have a good arc this episode and it builds great off of shinobus character. Theyve finally set it up enough that they can pull off his character

-takanosuke shut up, you dont deserve a good moment this episode. I want him to run away crying.

-summary: i was expecting to dislike this episode as rens downfall but i was not expecting to hate it so extremely. The way they treat ren is so disrespectful that i cannot imagine ever liking takanosuke again without remembering this. Not to mention it souring the rest of the cast. I think i complain a lot about the treatment of women to the point i worry its become desensitized on this blog but this episode left me feeling terrible. Seeing depictions like this genuinely make me feel pushed aside and depowered as they take away my ability to be recognized as a person just because of my gender. An awful episode with very few redeeming qualities and i see no excuse for rens treatment.

[chocolatytea]

For that question shit. You are gonna answer all of them, no skipping, piglet~

-🎀✨️

Whoever this is imma find you and kill you istg 😭 and imma do this shit quick.

1. What’s my favorite tickle tool?

uhh fuck uhm…fingers-?

2. Favorite lers *fucking internal screaming*

Ice -He seems like a lee most of the time BUT FUCK WHEN HES IN HIS LER MOODS!!? ILL DIE

@ashwasfound - THIS DEMONIC DRAGON I SWEAR TO HEAVEN AND GOD.

@flufflover7 - WHERE TF DO I EVEN EXPLAIN?!!

@sakounari343 - …*cries*

@xxxmonterodapunk - MONTYYYY SOBS TEARS WAILS U ALWAYS POP INTO MY DMS AT THE WORSE TIMES TOO CRIES

@amandatheartlover ANGIE UR RUTHLESS

3. Favorite lees (My cute little lees~)

Ice

@ashwasfound

@sakounari343

4. Opinion on blindfold or restraints-

Uuuuh I mean ngl I would like blindfolds but restraints- IF IS LIKE ME TIED DOWN TO THE POINT I CANT EVEN MOVE OR OR UHHH TO THE POINT IT FEELS LIKE MY OWN HEART FEELS LIKE IT CANT BEAT OR MOVE OR SHIT- then no :3 I would mostly rather to be pinned down

5. A spot that gets me squealing.

HONESTLY WHO EVEN ARE U AT THIS POINT

*sniffles* my poor sides and thighs..a fucking squeeze in my thigh or sides will drive my ass insane i swear to heaven and god.

6. How long do you estimate you could last before calling mercy?

2 milliseconds. Period. 😭

7. Ever have tickle fantasies?

yes of course all the damn time

8. Why did you make your tickle blog?

Uuuuhh because why not. 😌

9. Does someone irl know my interest?

No and I hope they never will because if they do I’ll do a double somersault off a cliff

10. Can I say the T-word

I mean I can in text but I’m real life-? HA expect me to be giggling

11. Verbal teases, yes or no and why?

FUCK

that shit always makes me go into a giggling mess. Seriously especially when like sending me a voice message saying how adorable I am 😭 LIKE *COUGH* *COUGH* @ashwasfound MF SENT ME LIKE… 3 OR 4 RECORDINGS AND ONCE I GOTTEN INTO LIKE 2 SECONDS IN I FUCKIN DIED I WAS A GIGGLING MESS AND SNORTING JEEZ ASHY 😭

12. Upper or lower body tickles?

MAN- Ok ok LISTEN. Well- PAY ATTENTION SINCE U CANT LISTEN TO A TEXT BECAUSE IT AINT SPEAKIN. I have like— 2 spots in my upper body and like 3 spots on my lower. So I prefer both c:

13. Neck or ear tickles

Neck because why not a drag down my poor poor neck will make me die

14. Pinned down on my back because it’s more comfortable for me

15. What do you love about the lees you know?

Dear Ice, Ash, and Saklee..

@ashwasfound - I fucking love your reactions once about to be wrecked by me makes me die of laughter yet your squeals are so fucking adorable too Ashy~

@sakounari343 HELLO THERE STRAWBERRY SAKLEE~ what I LOVVVVVEEEEE about you is how you are a cute little lee and loves some tickles by me~ like literally that’s so cute

Ice- HAIHAI I’m pretty much sure your ass won’t see this but ahem. You’re so damn cute Ice istg all the times I’ve been tickling your ass u just make cute reactions and it makes me wanna tickle you so badly Irl 😭💞✨

16. What do you love about the lers you know?

MAN ISTG IF THEY SEE THIS SHIT IMMA CRY

1. @ashwasfound - THIS DEMONIC DRAGON ISTG- fucking love this asshole and how he tease the shit outta me- I mean his teases really be do getting my ass a lot especially thoses voice recordings.. THOSE SHIT MAKES ME ASCEND.

2. @flufflover7 - DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN?!? NO THIS MF KILLS ME INSTANTLY CRIES. But anyways the way how she teases me right before she’ll wreck my ass- makes me die inside

3. @sakounari343 - SAKO ILL STILL NEVER FORGIVE U ON WHAT U DID ON VC AND HOW U EXPOSED MY ASS *CRIES* BUT ANYWAYS- he’s SCARY. He’ll say the worse teases without him knowing it’s apart of my tickle list- but he’s pretty amazing ler c:

4. @amandatheartlover - Angie. ..ILL NEVER FORGET THAT DAY WHEN U WRECKED MY ASS. But anyways c: I just love how you sometimes give me gentle tickles c: yet wrecking my poor spots..anyways Angie if u see this I LOVE U

5. @xxxmonterodapunk - MONTY CRIES. YOU’LL ALWAYS POP UP WHEN IM IN A CERTAIN MOOD AND ATTACK ME AT THE WORSE SPOTS UNIMAGINABLE. But anyways- I love how this dude tickles me and shit 😭

6. ICE. ICE SPICE HOW OK. SEE. whenever ur not in a lee mood you'll be fucking RUTHLESS ISTG. saying the most unimaginable teases I've ever heard which makes me happy-? But anyways ur a good ler :3

17. Feathers or paintbrushes?

I'll prefer paintbrushes since that shit gets me giggling-

18. How long have you known about your interests in the community?

Uhhhh gosh- like years- maybe when I was like 7 or 8

19. What's your favorite way to be tickled? (As unprovoked, teased into asking, etc.)

Uhh..maybe like just making me ask you to tickle me- shit gets me all flustered

20. Are you/Do you like Polite Lees or Bratty Lees?

Bratty ass lee. Sobs

ANYWAYS IM FUCKIN DONE.

[coffeeastronaut]

i think its funny that when i was younger i had all these sideblogs (i think 6 or 7..?) that I barely used in an attempt to have some form of organization and i abandoned All of them. and now im an adult and i have three blogs (main and two sides) and the reason im able to keep these up instead of abandoning them is because i know the content on each would annoy people who follow the other fkfnfkfnf

[jin0]

Hiii. I'm in love with your writing and your blog, ngl I'm kinda flying blind here I honestly don't know how to write this but I'm gonna try.

I'm Indian, I'm 5'9, I'm always anxious(thanks childhood trauma) I'm an extroverted introvert. I'm very sarcastic, I love animals, not to sound cocky or anything but I'm really smart. And I'm bad at showing affection(its not that I don't want to I just don't know how) . I feel like I'm oversharing.

can you maybe add some smut if that's not too much to ask.

Please and thank you <33333

hi sweets, thank you for the support !! and don't worry, if you're smart and you know it, you're not cocky, just an honest girlboss 🤷🏾‍♀️ !! since you mentioned smut, im bringing you the absolute god of sex !!

to you i give :

ari levinson !!

it wasn't part of his plan, not that he didn't like giving you presents, but this one was definitely biting him in the ass.

ari was like a giant teddy bear, which inherited him the nickname 'bear' from you. you, on the other hand, you were pearl, because his first present to you was one he'd found himself in the ocean.

to go back to his issue, ari was a giant teddy bear who lived on affection, which you weren't good at. you always felt like you were either too awkward or cringe when you were affectionate, it didn't feel natural or genuine. that didn't deter him from desiring you as if it was his only job in life. because to him it was. he liked to say he was made to love you just like you were made to love him, only in your own ways.

he was lucky to be able to receive the acted kind of affection, it would be silent in your most intimate moments that you'd do your very best. you'd crawl to him for cuddles or hug his back and raise yourself on your toes to kiss his nape. you'd grab his arm and hug it close to your chest in social settings or simply hold one of his fingers in your fist. these little things specially made for him, he adored them.

but he couldn't help but be jealous on the occasions where you'd show small slivers of affection to anyone else. or anything else. like that kitten that he brought home. a small tiny kitten found in a box outside of his company. he told his driver to take him to a clinic before coming to make sure the small pet would be fine and then took it home.

he expected you to be awkward at first but as soon as you saw the little guy, you rushed to him, grabbing it so delicately, he thought you'd take hours before actually touching it.

after that started the problem. this little thing was syphoning all your time and affection. he wasn't getting anything from you and it had only been a week. he could feel the kitten mock him everytime you turned your back. they'd stare into each other's eyes and he could swear he would see the cat smirk. he wasn't crazy. not at all.

now would he mention anything ? never. ari was a grown man after all. he was a lot of things that would have people envy him. he was a winner and having you was his biggest blessing. your happiness was his happiness and if the kitten made you happy, then it was okay.

but the line was crossed when after an exhausting day of running a company and teaching college students he came home. he had hoped for take out, a relaxing bath for the both if you and maybe getting lost inside you to finish with cuddles. but no. absolutely fucking not.

what did he get ? a fucking cat. you in bed, all snuggled and cute in his clothes. with the little hell raiser in your arms.

it wasn't enough to take you away during the day, this little shit had to take you away at night too. and he knew it was bad when as soon as he tried to cuddle you, you moved out of the way to cuddle the kitten further.

this meant war.

but first, he'd teach you a little lesson on depriving him.

he had been childish, maybe, or just really in love and needy for you. no matter how he phrased it, all that mattered was that he needed a refill on his dose of affection. and he was a big junkee for the kind of affection only you could give.

which is why he found legitimacy in ripping (gently, obviously) the little fella out of your hands and waking you up. usually he'd be cooing at you for looking so cute out of sleep and whining to be left alone. you were a sleeper, a big one, and that's why he loved to watch you sleep.

but right now, your sleep wasn't in question. he'd keep you awake and aware of how deprived he was.

starting with your sweet pussy that he had desperately missed so much while you'd been too busy tending to the demonic kitten. you were barely awake enough to register what was going on that he wasted no time in useless discussions, making a show of his strength when he ripped off your panties and dove right in.

you were still soft and warm from your sleep, your body was quickly overwhelmed by the many things happening around you. as soon as his tongue touched your folds you were begging for more, like he intended.

for the hours to come, he'd suck on your juices, lapping up your wetness and kissing your soft bud with the tip of his lips. you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it but the feeling of numbness in your legs was making itself more and more present. his large palms would leave your fleshy thighs to reach up to your tits and vigorously mold them in his hands. he never let his eyes leave you, always trained on you as he tortured your poor body.

the tears of pleasure and overstimulation had been flowing, feeling his fingers dig into your ass and keep you perfectly placed against his mouth that you'd been riding uncontrollably. his tongue, pushing deep into your insides had been roaming around, looking for the way to have you melt into him a little more.

your hands gripping onto his strands of hair, you could feel his eyes burning holes into you, watching like a hawk and taking in all your reactions. the cries of the kitten and the sounds of his scratching on the door had died down, the poor thing asleep behind the door. good, it was just you and him now.

"a-ah ! ah ! f-fuck, fuck, fuck ! ari ! ari please ! p-please bear ! please can't ! c-can't make too much noise ! the kitten !" you mewled, arching your back and pushing your dripping mound on his face.

that's what he wanted, to have you desperate and begging for him. he'd be exactly like that for you and it was only fair to have you reciprocate. it didn't matter that you'd been begging, that you'd been through three violent orgasms and that the fourth one was already making your legs shake. none of that mattered, he needed you.

but you mentioning the cat brought out the very beast in him that wouldn't stop turning you over until your brain knew him and only him. he'd keep you loud and cumming for a while.

"oh god ! oh please no ! no more ari ! p-please, fuck ! can't take it !" you cried out.

when said orgasm came, your thighs shook violently, your clit swollen and trembling just as hard. you thought it would over, you were wrong.

he didn't give you anytime to feel it fully, to recover, to catch your breath. as you squirmed on the mattress whimpering loudly, all drunk on pleasure and needing for him to be close again. you could feel his fingers caress your thighs and part them open but you were so far gone, you couldn't think of it for now.

"my poor pearl, poor lovely girl... you need to get properly fucked don't you ? you miss me too baby ? my tongue can't be enough. you want me to have you cockdrunk and crying for my cum don't you pearl ? it's okay, i'm here to deliver." he groaned in your ear, his fingers sliding in between your thighs and pushing on the bite marks he had left on you everytime you tried to crawl away from his tongue.

you cried out again, biting your lip as hard as you could when his fingers slipped inside you to part you open. your orgasm was still rocking your senses when you felt his heavy, dripping tip push inside you and stretch you open.

fuck, you had completely forgotten how big ari was. his cock heavy and pulsating, you could feel each vein and bump on his shaft. pulsating violently, the girth had been engraving itself inside you. your poor hole felt like it was being used for the first time around him.

he kept pushing inside you, your body trembling so much more at the intrusion and feeling him bite into your soft collarbones. his palms were caressing your breasts, massaging them while he made sure to keep himself fully and nicely held inside you. your walls were cradling his cock so nicely, he felt just about ready to cum.

"fuck, you feel that pearl ? feel how nicely you're milking my cock already ? can't fucking think straight with your pretty pussy begging for me to abuse her. bet she's missed me too. didn't you pearly girl ?" he smiled, rubbing his thumb against your clit.

the look in his eyes was telling, he wouldn't let you breath anytime soon and he'd make sure you felt him for days.

and ari levinson was a man of his words. even more for you.

it was beyond fucking you deep, you were being properly railed by this massive bear like man above you. he'd been so rough, so attentive but also primal. you were being bred by the man above you.

with a god like stamina, you couldn't help but be impressed by his cock staying so hard and thick all throughout the encounter. you could feel his cum dripping all around your walls and staining your insides. the creamy ropes he'd left all in had destroyed your brain. you were his cockdrunk little pearl, perfectly made to bed for him.

"feel that pearl ? feel how much cum i had in store for you ? all that, just for you. it's all for you. my big fat cock's just for you, and so is all that cum. you needed it, loads of cum dripping out of that sweet cunt." he grunted, pushing your face into the mattress and stuffing your swollen pussy full.

you'd been drooling and moaning into the sheets, feeling his sack slapping against your bud and sending jolts of electricity into your entire body.

"aaah, ah ! a-ari, ari please ! more, gimme more ! need your cum, please bear ! wanna be stuffed ! p-please bear !" you whined, pushing yourself on him.

he chuckled, you were truly cockdrunk now, just like he was truly pussy whipped. his humongous girth parting you open and forging you around him, he truly was desperate for your juices too.

when the first rays of the sun started peeking, he'd been slowly pushing his cum into you still. no more rough fucking but soft and slow cockwarming to sooth your shaking body. his lips, soft and warm, had been kissing your shoulder while his firm hands held your waist to grind you onto his shaft.

you were juggling between being asleep and awake, waking up each time his cock would graze your cervix (which was probably bruised by now).

"don't like it when you deprive me pearl, and that cat will not be getting more attention than me. hope you get that now, but i'll be happy to teach you again. know you need my cock like that from time to time." he whispered, kissing your cheek as you nodded obediently.

he'd take advantage of your post orgasm neediness to keep you to himself. that would be his win against the cat.

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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[hijabiofcolor]

theres like....a certain type of "harries" that take pride in how they're not up his ass or blindly follow him and that make critiques of things he does which i get and understand bc not everything hes gonna do im gonna like and its important to understand why things some celebs do aren't that great but.....when you're pointing out flaws in EVERYTHING he does (and i swear to god literally everything) i just wonder why they, someone who has a blog dedicated to him and claims to be a fan, is like.....still here. like honestly if you're not enjoying his career moves and are continuously searching and finding something wrong with everything he does then why are you still calling yourself a fan of his when assuming from your critiques of him you think he's a terrible person and you aren't even enjoying anything he does. i mean you ppl do realize that no ones forcing you to be into him and you can just unstan instead of just being miserable any time he breathes..... like its literally normal to lose interest in things and just move on no ones holding you against your will to stay, anyways if anyone knows why these ppl keep doing this to themselves im actually really curious to know why bc i could never make myself miserable in a space thats supposed to be fun when the real world is already miserable and depressing as it is

[flamehairedwritings]

pls headcanons about hopper + squirting 🥺

Again, I’m so sorry this has taken so long!! I hope you enjoy and that you’re doing okay!

This HC contains swearing, overstimulation, lots of fun finger stuff, some ‘good girl’s, and a touch of praise kink, so 18+, obvs.

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If You’ve Never Squirted Before

It started like any other night.

You and Jim Hopper are newly dating and still finding out what the other likes, and taking great pleasure in it.

‘Oh, fuck...’ you breathe as he places hungry, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, three of his thick, long fingers thrusting in and out of you, the pad of his thumb pressing down on your clit. Your hands are gripping at his hair and shoulder, your breaths coming quicker and higher as your orgasm nears.

‘Yeah, cum for me... C’mon, baby...’

When you do, slick walls gripping at him, hips arching, he’ll kiss down your throat to your chest, his fingers only slowing a little. He loves to prolong your pleasure as much as possible... but there’s something different about this time.

He usually slows gradually but he doesn’t, just continuing. Your fingers press into his skin, your mouth opening, and his lips will move to your ear.

‘This okay?’

God, you love how he checks in with you, it’s such a damn turn-on.

You nod quickly as the knot of pleasure in your lower stomach, still lingering and spreading through you, starts to heighten again, your back arching.

His head is at your chest, lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking firmly as his tongue circles it.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck...’ you chant breathlessly, one hand flying up from his hair to grip at the headboard to try and ground yourself.

‘You gonna cum again for me, baby?’ he murmurs against your breasts, mouth moving to your other nipple.

‘Mhm...’ is all you can get out, the sound short and high from the back of your throat.

His fingers fuck you through the waves of pleasure that wash over you for a second time, his arm by your head to hold himself up as your own body arches, longer moans slipping from your lips.

You try to catch your breath as his fingers slow a little again, though, again, only a little.

Hopper mouths his way up your throat to your lips, swallowing your breathless moans with light, lingering kisses.

‘You feel so good,’ he murmurs, fingers scissoring slightly inside you, flexing and rotating. ‘So fuckin’ wet for me...’

Your eyes are nearly rolling back as you groan softly, your hands now gripping at his shoulders. You’re so sensitive now, barely coming down from your first orgasm let alone your second... but it just feels so damn good...

And then his thumb starts to slowly circle your swollen, aching clit again

Gasping, your nails dig into his skin, your eyes now rolling back as you close them.

‘Oh, fu─uck...”

‘Still okay?’ he murmurs against your cheek, pressing a gentle kiss there.

It’s a few moments before you can speak, unable to stop your hips from rolling up into his touch slightly. ‘I don’t think I can... Don’t think I can cum again...’

‘Yeah, you can... You gonna give me one more?’

His eyes lock with yours... and, fuck, you want to.

‘... Yeah... Yeah, I can...’

‘There’s a good girl.’

Just those words pull a moan from you, and you feel his smile against your skin.

His fingers slide back a little, massaging, probing, curling... and he knows he’s found it when you cry out with unbridled pleasure, your head thrown back, teeth gritted. He curls them over and over, stroking and stroking as his thumb circles your clit.

‘Oh God, oh God, fuck, oh, God...’ Words and sounds fall from your lips, all you know and can focus on the pure bliss coursing through you.

And then a familiar yet unfamiliar sensation starts to rapidly build in your lower stomach.

Gasping, your eyes snap open as you look down at him, trying to find the words but you can barely speak. ‘Mmh... Think... Think I’m gonna─’

An intense flood of pleasure barrels through you as you release, gushing all over his fingers, hand and arm.

He practically growls, eyes darting from your face, to catch your every expression, to your dripping pussy, his fingers and thumb not stopping.

‘Fuck, yeah, soak my arm, baby... That’s it...’

You think you might have completely zoned out or maybe even passed out for a couple of seconds because suddenly his lips are on your forehead and his fingers are finally slowing to a stop.

‘Good girl, so fuckin’ good...’ he murmurs, his kisses so tender as his wet hand settles on your waist.

You can feel parts of his bare chest are damp, too, as he leans closer to you.

Holy fucking shit.

‘You good?’ he asks quietly, brushing his nose against yours.

‘Mhmm... Yeah... So fucking good...’

He chuckles as he captures your lips in a deep kiss.

After that, anytime you have an extended amount of time together he’ll try and make you squirt, taking great pleasure in doing so.

Which leads into...

If You’ve Squirted Before

Hopper has a designated towel for the ~ occasion ~ as he likes to call it. He just needs to appear in the door way, holding it in one hand, eyes fixed on you, and you’re already practically squirming.

He’ll watch your every reaction and expression, making sure he’s not pushing you too far, though he trusts that you’ll tell him if he is anyway.

He loves the absolute release it gives you, your entire body going slack as your mouth drops open.

And he loves it so much because he knows how much you fucking love it.

As always, he whispers the most sinfully delicious things into your ear, telling you how wet you are, to listen to the sounds your pussy’s making, to soak him and the towel, to make a mess.

Afterwards, he’ll always press the softest of kisses to your lips and forehead, giving you the time you need to come down from your high, hands stroking your thighs, stomach, waist. He’ll tell you how incredible you are, how well you did for him.

He’ll want to know exactly how it felt, how good it was.

Then, he’ll do all the cleaning up while you lie there, still trying to catch your breath, dazed. Wrapping his arms around you when he climbs back into bed, he’ll brush kisses along your shoulder and neck, ending up near your ear so he can murmur how much he loves you.

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U ARE LIKE PAPA, U ARE A LIAR 1/!? WDYM "don't be excited it's not good" ?????? okay i hope u dont find this annoying BUT HERE WE GO, im j gonna drop ,my fav parts / lines so it doesnt end up becoming an essay

"Really?" He asked as he scooted closer. "Dreaming of turning this 'holy and pure' soul into something that'll fill you up whenever you want sounds a bit.. how do I say it?" He pretended to think. "Maybe.. indecent? Dirty? Slutty even?"

BRO??????????????????? ?????????? ???? HOW TF DO I EVEN DESCRIBE IT - LIKE ur fueling my corruption kink oh god this man would ruin us so badly what??

"Hm," he smiled. "For a virgin, you're an eager little slut, huh?"

yes.

"Like that?" He whispered in your ear, just adding to the shivers he sent through your body with every passing moment.

NO. NONONONO WHAT IS HAPENNING TO ME I'M ORBITTING AROUND THE EARTH

"Wanna taste yourself?" Jake asked, bringing his finger to your lips. You looked at him with uncertainty before opening your mouth, him pushing the digit inside and being sure to slide against your tongue.

GOOD HEAVENS I GENUINELY THINK JAKE WOULD DO THIS, YOU PORTRAYED HIM SO WELL IM NOT OKAY??

"God's not here, angel," he muttered into your ear as he kept his fingers moving. "It's just you and me."

trust me jake god is anywhere but here, hell saved two slots for both of them tonight !!

You were no longer a child of God, but in all honesty you never were. The second you laid eyes on Jake those weeks ago, you were his.

YES Y/N IS A JAKE WORSHIPPER WE LOVE

overall thoughts: i'm convinced ur lying to me rn, this was one of the first blogs ive landed on here on tumblr and i've been eyeing for a while, so i was !?1?/1 when u said u were writing a smut + I WAS WAITINGG MAN AND IT DID NOT DISSAPOINT?? THE PLOT?/ THE STORY?? AND EVERYTHING JAKE SAYS HAS ME GOING FERAL THIS IS SO GOOD I WILL NOT BE GETTING ANY SLEEP TONIGHT

I SWEAR IVE NEVER WRITTEN SMUT BEFORE THIS IS MY FIRST COME ON😭😭

Also go fucking ahead I love screaming asks, but not when they tell me I'm lying😫

Well I did try my best to at least portray him as best I could and seems innocent-looking but actually pretty mean church boy worked the best! But I had to think so long and hard because what do you even say in situations like this??😭

Thank you for the huge feedback, it means a lot😫 but please try sleeping, don't let church boy Jake get you😭

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KILLING ME- 14

pairing : law student!reader + yuta

genre : (fluff)  angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.

warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.

words : ~4k

summary :

“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”                                  

or            

“ curiousity got the cat hitched”

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A/N : this chapter marks the celebration of this blog surpassing 600 followers! thank you so much for all the support! also for minor readers, the sfw versions of nsfw chapters are given at the end of the masterlist so check those properly before reading.

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y/n! Are you sleeping?”

Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”

“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.

Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.

Were you really going to babysit him now?

"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."

A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.

"Are you dead?"

"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.

Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.

But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.

Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.

"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.

"Huh?" You croaked out.

He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.

"Are you deaf?"

Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.

Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.

should you even be giving him your phone?

You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.

Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.

Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.

"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer

"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.

"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-

"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"

He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.

"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."

Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.

Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.

"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.

"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."

With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,

"He'll be here in an hour."

You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.

"Tell him to get some food too."

And limping, he retired back, to the couches.

Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.

Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.

"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.

"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”

“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.

“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.

"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."

"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"

"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."

"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."

"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "

"Have you worked with them, johnny?"

"No. I'm ju-

"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.

"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."

"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.

"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-

"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "

"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."

"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”

“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”

Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”

Day 1

Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.

Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.

When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.

Day 3

"Oyii! Oyii!"

No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.

At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!

“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”

Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.

“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.

Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.

“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”

The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.

“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.

“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”

“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”

“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.

“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”

“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.

“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”

“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-

“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”

“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”

Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.

“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”

Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,

“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”

A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.

“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.

He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.

Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.

Day 5

You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.

"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"

With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.

And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.

For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.

Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.

"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.

"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.

"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.

"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.

" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.

"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."

"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.

But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.

When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.

You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.

What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?

Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.

Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.

Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.

Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.

When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.

You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.

Jungkook. Drugs. No more.

Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.

How were you all going to accept it?

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next update: Some day between 5-7 June.