#but I know I could have so much power if I didn't care about being cringe

[inkskinned]

one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.

the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.

like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.

but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.

so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.

i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?

but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?

sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?

and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.

nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.

the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!

and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.

[bloomzone]

GLOW UP DIARY:#3 the power of self-care

"If you don't have a dream, that's okay too. It's possible not to have a dream. If you're happy, that's all that matters"

-Suga

heyy sparkles...so today it's the third part of the glow up and thank you so so much T-T for the support in the second part

Edit: haircare,nail care is for apparence part I focused on routines,skincare,body care in this part (I'm so busy these days T-T<3)

© bloomzone

#3 SELF CARE

✉️ : Self-care includes activities like eating well, exercising, and relaxing to maintain physical, mental, and emotional health. It's essential for managing stress and enhancing overall well-being.

Self-care is essential for maintaining balance

﹙ ✿ ﹚Taking care of yourself is about finding simple, comforting routines that make you feel good. Start with small steps, like taking a relaxing bath,do ur skincare , journal...Prioritize these moments and remember that they are just as important as anything else on your to-do list. Celebrate your progress, no matter how small, and choose activities that genuinely make you happy. Listen to your body and give yourself the rest and care you need. By focusing on what brings you comfort and joy, you'll create a self-care routine that feels natural and rewarding.

HOW TO START SELF-CARE ?

Have a routine: It is really important to have a routine because if not you could have bad sleeping, be tired all day, get boredeasily, won't be able to finish responsibilities, it can bring you bad self esteem, unmotivated and in general is a complete mess.

Example of a routine (by me)

summer version.

⏰( wake up at 4:30am to pray ifajr if u are a Muslim :) )

♡ ﾟwake up at 9:30am

♡ ﾟmake bed

♡ ﾟdrink water

♡ ﾟmorning stretch 15min

♡ ﾟskincare/quick shower

♡ ﾟbreakfast

♡ ﾟhelp mom if needed

♡ ﾟphone time

⏰(pray duhr if u are Muslim:) )

♡ ﾟlunch time

♡ ﾟnap

♡ ﾟfull workout

⏰(pray asr if you are Muslim:) )

♡ ﾟstart learning a language,see friends or simply watch a movie

⏰(pray Maghrib if you are a Muslim :) )

♡ ﾟhelp mom cooking dinner

♡ ﾟwash dishes

♡ ﾟcheck social

♡ ﾟskincare

♡ ﾟget ready for bed

♡ ﾟsleep at 10pm

Things u can add to your routine :

cleaning ur room

- wardrobe

- desk

cooking

- I will share my fav recipes in next blogs 🤫

set goals for next year

- academic goals

- life goals ( saving money,body goal ...)

sunday self care day routine

summer version

⏰( salat al fajr + reading Quran for Muslims)

♡ ﾟwake up at 9am

♡ ﾟdo ur bed

♡ ﾟmeditation

♡ ﾟskincare + face mask

♡ ﾟjournal/affirmations

♡ ﾟice coffee/tea

♡ ﾟmorning stretch 15min

♡ ﾟbreakfast

♡ ﾟhelp in cleaning

♡ ﾟwear ur fit

♡ ﾟgo shopping

⏰(pray duhr in masjid if u luv to :) )

♡ ﾟlunch

♡ ﾟfull workout

📍everything shower time

- hair mask

- shave

- body care

📍after shower

- dry your hair

- clean/paint ur nails

- wear ur comfy pyjamas

♡ ﾟwatch a movie

⏰(pray Maghrib if you are Muslim)

♡ ﾟquality time with ur family/friends

📍get ready for bed

- write down what u achieve this week

- affirmations

⏰(pray Isha if u are Muslim)

♡ ﾟskincare

♡ ﾟget ur beauty sleep at 10pm

SELF-CARE BODYCARE AND SKINCARE

1.skincare

﹙ ✿ ﹚ I know that we all love shopping and buying things because it's pink or aesthetic or it's just because it's a famous products NO NO this wroong u don't need to buy a whole truck of innisfree products because it's pink or glow recipe buy products that will work for u if u have acnes and ur face hurt everytime u try to sleep or u wanna just wash it,visit a dermatologist he will give the product that ur skin need to heal again. (As a girl with strict parents hhh they didn't let me go I'm 16yo btw),so I start to buy random products until I found the perfect one for my skin (I have a terrible TERRIBLE oily skin)+ if u are 12-18 don't use serum's without permission of doctor u will just broke ur skin texture I bought ordinary serum and it just make my skin worst + it's an expansive sht ☠️

How to get rid of acne ?

♡ ⠀skincare secrets !

⊹ ‧avoid junk food

⊹ ‧fresh vegetables and fruits

⊹ ‧icing your face

⊹ ‧clay mask (recommended by me)

⊹ ‧avoid using a lot of skincare products

⊹ ‧ simplify ur skincare routine ( cleanser,toner, moisturizer)

⊹ ‧get 7-8 hour of sleep

⊹ ‧rice water

⊹ ‧don't sleep with ur make up

⊹ ‧stay hydrate

⊹ ‧change ur pillowcase (one in a week)

⊹ ‧ cucumber slice as a mask

⊹ ‧don't touch ur face

♡   Item you need

⊹ ‧pimples patches

⊹ ‧silicone facial cleaner (for deep cleaning)

⊹ ‧headband (keep ur hair up always)

2.BODY CARE

﹙ ✿ ﹚ Taking care of your body is a vital part of feeling your best, both inside and out. A good body care routine can boost your confidence and help you embrace your natural beauty. Body care is also about self-love and taking time for yourself amidst a busy schedule remember girlie every skin type is beautiful, and finding the right routine can enhance your natural glow.

♡   Body care secrets

⊹ ‧ don't shave (ur body)early until u are in the right age (+17) , if u are not a hairy girl no need to shave :)

⊹ ‧ shower everyday (don't wash ur hair )

⊹ ‧ choose the right body wash (nivea,vaseline >>)

⊹ ‧ stay hydrate avoid junk foods to protect ur body skin from pimples

⊹ ‧Exfoliate your skin 1-2 times a week to remove dead skin cells and promote cell renewal. Use a gentle scrub suitable for your skin type (coconut oil brown sugar >>)

💌 : How to shave ur leg and a smooth soft skin

1- soak ur leg in warm water for (3 to 5 min) to make ur skin ready

2- use ur fav body scrub and exfoliate your body from death skin

3- use something like body oil or shaving cream and find a good razor at least 3 blades (venus Gillette is on top)

4- shave with slow don't be harsh,long strock and don't forget to wash the razor everytime

5- after drying ur legs use any lotion u like to give the skin the extra moisture + using baby oil to avoid strawberry legs

⊹ ‧ Choose body care products that are free from harsh chemicals and fragrances Opt for natural and gentle ingredients stay healthy girlie

⊹ ‧ avoid very hot water

⊹ ‧ Use natural oils like coconut oil, almond oil, or jojoba oil for deep hydration. Apply them after a shower or use them as an overnight treatment for extra softness.

♡   item you need

⊹ ‧ dry brush

⊹ ‧ loofah

⊹ ‧ natural soap (for ur 🐱)

⊹ ‧ razor pack

⊹ ‧ body scrub

⊹ ‧ body wash

⊹ ‧ africain exfoliating nets

⊹ ‧ body moisturizer

⊹ ‧ Shea butter

⊹ ‧ Epsom salt

ıllı ⠀ : ⠀Self-care is essential for every girl to nurture her mind, body, and spirit. Taking time for yourself isn’t selfish; it’s necessary. Whether it's indulging in a relaxing bath, practicing mindfulness, or simply taking a break to read a good book, these moments help recharge your energy and boost your confidence. Remember, you deserve to feel good and be happy. Prioritizing self-care allows you to show up as your best self in every area of your life. So, take a deep breath, put yourself first, and watch how everything else falls into place. Ilvy sm ⠀ ♡ ⠀ !!

© bloomzone

[poppy-metal]

creep!au art is going crazy. he wants to know who you are sooooooooo badly. he’s been back and forth about guilt and about being disturbed (which if he’s honest ended a long time ago, ended as soon as he saw that sweet cunt) and about what kind of person you must be, what kind of person he must be to take advantage of your troubled mental state. because you really are troubled. it’s not just the act of leaving him these notes. it’s the notes. you say things that make his skin crawl and his cock throb, and he’s starting to not be able to tell the difference. even after you begin texting you still leave him notes. the notes become more graphic, as you’re more reserved over text.

you smell good today. sometimes i want to eat you because i think you’d taste like marshmallow. but that would be wrong.

you’re so strong. i love your arms. would you hit me if i asked you to? i probably deserve it a little for all i put you through. haha. just know you could hurt me forever and i’d still be yours

after all we’ve done together, i have to wonder if you’ve been with any other girls. i hate that. i would never tell you what to do, but it hurts my heart to think you could need anything but me. i would do anything for you. i’d light myself on fire if you asked me to. i would. no one can give you what i can. i can do anything another girl can do, and with me you’ll know it’s an act of worship. you’re no one else’s god, art. just mine.

you’re not okay. you are sick in the head. but. but you’re so sweet. and no one has ever loved him so much. no one ever would again. you were once in a life time. he lies to himself, tells himself that he wants to find you to get you help, that he would bring you to a psychiatrist and work through your issues together. but he won’t. he knows he won’t, distantly. because whatever is wrong with you to make you stalk someone is what makes you fully, totally and unnaturally his. so yes, he cares about you. yes, you make him harder that what he humanly thought is possible. yes, you scared him a little to start with. but you’re a kitten, clawless in his palms. he wants you to be happy. maybe he doesn’t need to make you better to make you happy. he just needs to accept you as his. if only he could track you down. force you to accept his love like you made him accept yours. because he had no choice, and now he wants choice. he wants you to feel him, in every way. but it’s not fair, because you can find him and he can’t find you. it drives him crazy. as crazy as you are.

no because the power dynamics really do shift.... he starts thinking about how if he really pushed you - threatened to stop talking to you, throw away your notes - you'd crack. but he's come to care about you and he can tell through texting you that you haven't had the best upbringing. you suffer from insecurity, even worse than he does, neglect from both parents - you essentially have no one - no friends, no family, all you have is art.

but presses in little ways, i want to touch you so bad. god, i want your pussy on my tongue. you want me so bad - i love that. you said your virginity is mine? that you're saving it for me? well, i want it. i want to feel you on my cock when i stretch you open for the first time. i wanna see your face when i give it to you.

and you're so needy for it. you never thought art would talk to you like this - there's honestly alot you didn't account for that you should have. you didn't account for how it would feel to be wanted by art. to be wanted at all. you didn't account for how it'd feel to read his messages and feel your self control get thinner and thinner - your fingers aren't enough - you cry on them, weep, because its just not enough - they dont fill you how they should - and art -

god he sends you a video of his cock. says the name he'd given you that might as well be your real name now, hearing it from his lips makes you come alive alive alive - "birdie - fuck -" when he cums and his abs clench and thick ropes of white paint his stomach -

and you wanna taste it so bad - wanna lick it - he rubs the cum onto his fingers and spreads it back over his pink dick - "you should be here." he tells you, and the way he's looking into the camera feels like he really does see you, is really looking at you, there kneeling between his spread legs. "you should be licking me clean."

and you should, you should, you should.

you want to but. whenever you think about him seeing you your stomach rolls itself into knots. it'll kill you if his face twitches in disgust or disappointment. it'd genuinely kill you.

you start thinking - isn't the fantasy nice? is there really a need to meet? maybe you could he content with this.... with being his secret.

you text him one night - I've been so happy lately. why risk it with reality? reality is always disappointing to the fantasy.

im going to call you.

i cant talk..

yeah, i know. I'll talk. just listen.

your phone rings and you pick it up, chewing on your nails. you hear the exhale of his breath on the other line and wonder what he's doing right now. sitting at his desk? his bed? crossed legged or lounging? is the phone tucked between his shoulder and cheek so he can fiddle with his hands or is he holding it to his ear?

he says, "you've fucked me up real bad."

your frown. lips parting but of course you don't speak. he can hear you breathing, though. knows you're listening Intently, as you always are.

"really, do you know that? i used to be normal before you. like - this is fucked. what you're doing. but you made me want it - you said all these -" he sighs. shakes his head - "you said all these things and you made me feel shit and now i can't even be mad at you for it because if you're fucked in the head then so am i for wanting you anyway. but i can't keep -"

he looks at the shoebox he has filled with your notes. almost so full the lid can't even stay fully on.

"- i can't keep doing this, birdie. i dont even know your real name - i know what your pussy looks like but not you - that's insane. Its not enough."

your heart trembles. not enough, you think. not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough. not. enough.

"i need more. I'm graduating next year and - I'm leaving, do you get that? im not staying."

tears prick your eyes. you hadn't wanted to think about that. why was he poking holes in everything?

ill just follow you, you think. ill follow you anywhere.

"and I'll find someone - someone thats not you. and I'll fall in love with her and you'll have to watch that. and i can't prevent it because. well, you know me. i want a family. i want that boring white picket fence life. i want a wife and babies and - im going to have it. with or without you."

he lets that sink in before he continues.

"and im not even saying you're her - i have no fucking idea what could happen when we meet. but. i want to - I just want to see you - "

you hang up. its the first time you've done it.

[zombvic]

They are talking in real life. I should’ve been more specific when I requested it

I’m sorry. I hope you have a good day 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I'D BE YOURS IF YOU'D ASK. (kenan yildiz x reader)

summary : in which y/n ghosts the turkish footballer during their "situationship" whilst talking to another football player

face claim : no-one

notes : thank you for requesting !! lets pretend the copa america isnt going on at the same time as the euros lmao

pairings : kenan yildiz x reader , angsty fluff (?)

Y/n was familiar with the game of footballers. The heartbreak you'd get from talking with football players and then getting ignored out of nowhere, also known as ghosting. After multiple failed "talking stages" and "situationships" with various football players from all around the world, Y/n decided it was her turn to become the so-called ghoster. She enjoyed the sense of control and power it gave her.

As of June 2024, Y/n had been talking with a Turkish footballer named Kenan for about three months. After those three months, there was an undeniable change in the mood. She felt the conversations fade away, the replies becoming drier. After three months, you’d expect their relationship to progress, but instead, it felt like things were regressing.

A week had passed since she ghosted Kenan. She didn't choose the ideal time because the Euros were about to start. She thought maybe her absence would go unnoticed, or that Kenan would be too busy to care. But the truth was, she couldn’t handle the idea of being ghosted again. She took the first step to protect herself.

Kenan realized they hadn't talked in about a week while he was training for the Euros. The days were packed with intense practice sessions, team meetings, and strategy discussions. It wasn't until he had a quiet moment to himself that he noticed the absence of Y/n's messages. He checked his phone, scrolling through their last conversation, dated seven days ago.

He tried to brush off the feeling that she was ignoring him. Maybe she was just busy, maybe he was overthinking it. But as the days passed, he found himself missing her more than he expected. It wasn't just about the attention from her; it was the connection they shared, her way of always bringing his mood up, her way of cheering him up after a loss, the way she made him laugh, and how he could talk to her about anything going on in his life. He realized that he liked her much more than other friends do. He had a crush.

Even while training, Kenan's thoughts kept returning to Y/n. He made an effort to concentrate on the game, but it was difficult. What if she was truly over him? The thought of her abandoning him hit me like a blow to the stomach. Was she talking to another guy? Did she already have a boyfriend? Throughout the training, the worst-case scenarios couldn't stop forcing their way into his mind.

The day of the Georgia vs. Turkey game eventually arrived. Kenan decided to overlook the Y/n incident and concentrate on the match. However, he saw her in one of the VIP boxes as soon as he entered the field, he noticed her talking and giggling with a fellow football player, Kevin Alvarez. A wave of jealousy hit him. Why had she and Kevin come here? Is she trying to make me jealous? Is this some kind of game to her?

Kenan's attention split between the action on the field and Y/n in the crowd during the entire game. Kenan felt that Kevin was taking advantage of her companionship a bit too much. Knowing she was right there, laughing and giggling with someone else, made it difficult to focus.

Despite the distraction, Kenan played well and helped his team to win over Georgia. As the final whistle blew, he couldn't wait any longer. Eager to find out, he ran straight for the VIP box.

Kenan said "Y/n," as he walked up to her. Surprised to see him, she turned round, facing him. "Can we talk?"

Nodding, she followed him out of sight into a more peaceful area. "What's up, Kenan?"

He asked again, his irritation rising to the surface, "What's up? Why aren't you talking with me? And what's going on between Kevin and you?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Kevin? We're just friends. What is your problem?"

"My problem? What is MY problem?! You ghosted me, Y/n. One day we're talking, and the next, nothing. Then I see you here with him, giggling, flirting like everything's fine. Like i"

"Look, every time I get into a so-called 'talking stage,' it always ends with me feeling like I'm bothering the person in question and never in a successful relationship. All I was doing is giving you space."

"Space?" Kenan frowned deeper. "I didn't ask for space. I wanted to talk to you. Instead, you left me hanging, making me think I did something wrong."

Y/n moved reluctantly, her eyes glancing away for a while before returning to his. "I am sorry Kenan. It wasn't my goal to hurt your feelings."

Kenan's jaw tightened, showing his simmering displeasure beneath the surface. "But why didn't you talk it out with me? We could have solved the problem, together."

Kenan shook his head, a mix of exasperation and relief flooding him. "Y/n, I like you. A lot. Seeing you with Kevin… it drove me crazy."

Her gaze eased as she turned to face him. "Kenan, I'd be yours if you'd ask. However, you have to understand that I can't deal with the constant unpredictability of our relationship."

Kenan held her hand in his. "Okay. So, I want to be your official boyfriend. I want to spend time with you, I want to take you out on dates, I want you to wear a jersey with MY name and MY number. I want a real relationship with you—not just a situationship or talking stage, an actual relationship."

As he was about to finish his sentence, Y/n hugged him. "Finally."

The tension slowly began to release as they stood there. They finally understood that they both wanted the same one thing: each other.

im hoping this is what you imagined while requesting, if not just lmk i can change anything <3

[echobx]

sub!JJ × dom!fem!reader

summary: you are trying to teach JJ how to be patient when it comes to his needs

warnings: orgasm denial, fingering, dry humping, semi-public, oral (fem receiving), p in v (protected)

word count: 1.2k

author's note: had this idea long ago but didn't know how to put it down. it's a bit sloppily written but I hope you like it anyway. it's also kind of the JJ version of this bottom!Rafe blurb that I did a while ago.

It’s pure torture. Having to watch you prance around, swaying your hips deliciously and knowing full well of the effect you have on JJ. And he can't help it. If he was allowed to, he would drag you into the bedroom. Hell, he would bend you over and fucked you senseless in front of your friends if he could. But the rules you set earlier that morning made it impossible for him to do as little as jerk off.

It started that morning when he woke up with a boner, wanting nothing more than to fuck you awake. But you told him no, not wanting your parents to hear or even suspect that he’s more than just your best friend.

Then you formed an elaborate plan, not as much of a punishment, but a way of teaching him. Delayed gratification, you call it. Only because he has his hands on your thighs under the kitchen table. Only because he babbles on and on about how very quiet he can be if needed, while watching you get ready. So you put on your favorite bikini, knowing how crazy it’ll make him to watch you in it all day long.

And you promise him that you're gonna take good care of him if he survives the day.

At the Château, you keep your distance at first, sitting beside Kiara instead of on your designated seat on J’s lap. But as soon as you notice him trying to divert his attention somewhere else, you make a move. Cupping your breasts and squeezing them just so slightly, to see him staring at you, shifting in his seat once again.

“He looks like he's in pain,” Kiara whispers in your ear, and you giggle. Your friends know that JJ and you are a thing, but that doesn't mean that you wanted them to know all about it.

“I'm just teaching him a small lesson,” you explain and shrug your shoulders at her.

“What kind?”

“Patience.”

“JJ and patience? That's like trying to teach a toddler higher math. Impossible,” Kiara laughs.

Later, you do find your seat in JJ’s lap. Letting his soft whimpers fall against your skin as you roll your hips over his erection. Unbeknownst to your friends, of course. JJ doesn't even know what they are talking about, all he knows is that he can't survive another second like this. But crossing your rules has consequences, and for once he's not sure if he really wants to find out what they are.

“Please, baby,” he whispers a plea, and you turn your head to look at him.

“Are you really this desperate?” you smirk and he nods.

The thought of letting him eat you out, pops in your head, but you know him too well to give into it; know that he's very capable of getting off just by giving you pleasure, and you didn't want him to cum until you were ready for it.

At night, while watching a movie, you take it a bit further. Grasping his hand under the blanket and shoving his fingers up your pussy. JJ’s not one to be shy, but the way his eyes go wide is telling you that he is fighting for his life to not moan at the feeling of your tight cunt around his fingers. And he would gladly shove his pants down and fill you up right that second, but he can't. Your power play is just as much painful as it is intriguing to him. Rocking your hips into his hand without letting anybody know what’s going on, but you deny yourself a release for the simple fact that he would love nothing more than to feel you fall apart right that second.

“Are you happy now?” JJ almost cries as soon as you make home.

“God, I love when you’re being pathetic for me,” you giggle and kiss him quickly before opening the front door.

He has to hold out until after dinner, that's what he's telling himself to make it through, and he does. Small talk with your parents has never been more difficult than that night. Everything you do turns him on. He is shocked but not surprised by the thought of replacing your fork with his hands. He'd bust a nut if you looked at him at that second.

He curses the night he had drunkenly admitted to you how much he loves the idea of being put in his place, how much he loves the idea of you doing it.

But it's all worth it when the two of you finally go into your room, and you tell him to undress, while you vanish in the bathroom. His balls feel like they are going to explode, his dick is harder than he has ever thought possible. However, the waiting has been more than worth it when you come back into your room, dressed in a tiny, dark blue, lace night dress. He's never seen the piece before, but it’s already his favorite.

“Maybe I should let you make me wait more often,” he growls and pulls you closer to him. His lips attack your own in a heated kiss, while his hands roam over your body.

“You were such a good boy all day long, J,” you whisper in his ear, and he nods diligently. “But I need you to do one more thing for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes, ma'am,” JJ nods again.

“Eat me out without cumming all by yourself. Can you do that for me?” You give him a pout and he exhales a long breath.

“And after-”

“Afterward, you can fuck me until you cum,” you tell him, and a smile returns to his lips.

JJ has you pinned down, his head buried between your legs, tongue lapping at your clit while his long fingers are curled inside you. Your choked moans are sending jolts to his dick, but he keeps going, focusing on the end goal of it all.

“J- Can't- Oh God!” you cry out as your back arches, and you come undone for him.

“Now?” JJ asks instantly and you only manage to nod.

But he's clumsy and too eager after having been denied to do what he wanted, all day. He barely manages to roll the condom on properly before leaning over you.

“You're so fucking beautiful,” he gasps, eyes raking over your body, trying to take it all in before sinking into you.

It takes him as much as two seconds, he hasn't even pushed in fully when he erupts, too sensitive for how hard your pussy is clenching around his tip.

“No, no, no, no,” he shakes his head and you quirk an eyebrow.

“Ohh, I'm so sorry, J,” you pout, and he sits back up.

“That's not fair.”

“Guess you have to learn to control yourself better,” you shrug and get up to clean yourself off and change into your actual pajamas, a clear sign that he won't be getting any more that night.

“That's mean, y/n,” he pouts, still sitting on his calves.

“You can fuck me tomorrow. Today was good training though. We're definitely gonna do that again.” You smile at him as you go to lie back down. “Do get cleaned up and come to bed, okay.”

And as much as JJ hates how this day has played out, he also has to admit that it was incredibly sexy to see you so confident and comfortable in controlling his desires.

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[m-jelly]

Hi jelly! Can I request a secretly mind reader Levi x reader with a unholy thoughts?

18+ warning. MDNI

Unholy thoughts

Sweet and innocent, that's how you appeared to Levi. You were the love of Levi's life, he adored you and worshipped the ground you walked on. It was early days for the two of you as a couple. Exploring new things was all you did. The two of you had been intimate a few times, which was incredible.

The thing is, Levi had a power that he'd told you about and you thought it was cool. He could read minds. You accepted him for who he was and he didn't want to keep secrets from you. It was almost unspoken that he wouldn't read your mind, but he got curious.

Today you came to his place with a suitcase because Levi had asked you to stay for a week. Levi was so desperate to have you around him always that he asked you to stay over for a week, which you were excited about because it was the longest you'd ever stayed over.

Seeing you around his home made him so happy. He doted on you a lot and brought you so many things and was constantly checking on you. A large part of him was curious about what you were thinking. You had such an active mind, you'd confessed that to him and said it was always noisy in your head and being with him made it settle down.

He wanted to know a bit more. He walked around his place in joggers and a shirt, which he didn't think much about but he saw you kept glancing over at him. He thought that maybe he could just listen in to your thoughts so he could understand what you thought about him.

So, he listened in.

'My god he wears those clothes well. Does he know that I can see his dick print as he walks and sits? I just want to grab him and suck his cock dry. I want to bite those sexy abs. Fuck, he's so hot.'

Levi went bright red and looked away. He glanced down at his lap and noticed his dick did tap against his bottoms. "Huh."

You looked over at Levi. "Everything okay?"

Levi nodded and handed you a cup of tea. "Yeah, just realised something. You okay?"

You nodded. "Yes, you're taking great care of me. It's a bit overwhelming, but you're cute."

He leaned over and kissed you. "I do it all because I love you."

"Love you too."

He reached over and placed his hand on your thigh and massaged. "You're my world."

"You're mine too."

'Fuck, I love his hands. I just want him to grab me hard, choke me, spank me please anything. I love it when he touches me, especially when he's knuckle-deep inside me. I wonder if he's touching my thigh on purpose?'

You shifted your thighs a little. "Umm..."

Levi cleared his throat. "Yes?"

You cleared your throat. "Nothing."

He offered his hand. "Want to play with my hand?"

You gasped in delight and grabbed it. "Yes!"

He chuckled as you played with and massaged his hand. "You know, your thoughts are really dirty."

Your cheeks heated up as you gazed at Levi. "You read my thoughts?"

"I did."

You whined. "I probably gross you out."

"No, actually I loved your thoughts." He leaned over and kissed you. "Maybe I should recreate a few things you were thinking."

You squeaked a bit. "Y-Yes please."

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[atarathegreat]

Hi can I get a Bakugo x reader

(Honestly I have this Oc and I kinda based it of her but I wanna switch it more of a reader type thing)

What if reader has a electrokinesis power where they can confuse ppls energy to shoot out lightning but what if something happened to them causing them to leave UA leaving bakugo (her lover) confused on why they disappeared (yk breaking up) but years later they see each other again reader doesn’t really wanna talk to ppl even tho they used to be talkative

You can end it with fluff if you want (sorry if it’s to much😭)

UA second year. You weren't sure you were prepared for it. Sure, you survived the first year and all the trials it brought for you. But doing it all again?

You walked beside your mother into the school, not for classes or for meeting teachers. No. You were dropping out.

During your first year, you learned to grip your powers while also fighting for your life. Forcing the aura of another, or even your own aura, to morph and become an energy you could tangibly use took a heavy toll on your psych. It was a slow progression into mental instability. Your quirk was just too... much.

None of your friends received warning of the major decision you had made, aside from a vague message to the group chat and a private DM to your boyfriend- ex-boyfriend- Bakugo.

Bakugo tried to get ahold of you after the strange text. He wanted to know what the hell you were going on about, but you were completely ghosting everyone. Had you decided to join that idiot Deku and his group? No, because you hadn't even shown up to class. Aizawa didn't even seem concerned with your absence. Aizawa knew something was going on, he knew what was happening, but he refused to share the information with anyone who asked.

For the first few weeks, everyone was busy trying to contact you and trying to figure out what your texts meant, then they started reminiscing like you were dead.

Mina's favorite story was about the time you had glared at a man in public for calling your outfit cringe until you managed to spark him with a pinch of his own dark aura. Or the one Kaminari loved to partially tell: the time you got so angry at a group of jerks that you screamed until bolts of electricity shot out of your pores to tase all of them. Bakugo was getting sick and tired of hearing these stories about you. He missed you like hell and hearing about you was only hurting him.

Hearing about how you were so perfect with your quirk or about the time you absolutely obliterated a group of heroes who tried to test your metal.

"Shut up!" Bakugo screamed, throwing the controller of the gaming system to the floor. Everyone stopped to stare at him, shocked by his outburst. "I am so sick and tired of hearing about everything she was fucking perfect at! We get it!"

Even with all his yelling, he wasn't mad or anything. He understood their want to keep you with them in UA despite the fact that you left them. Aizawa silently ushered the boy back towards his dorm, giving the vaguest explanation to your disappearance.

He went through the rest of UA with the same bitter attitude, refusing to take part in any conversation that had to do with you. Even when he started his own agency and worked alongside Kaminari and, to his surprise, Momo, Bakugo would not speak about you. The man didn't know how to feel about it, being a grown adult and still yearning for his high school girlfriend, or at least that love he felt for her.

It's not until he's on patrol that he catches sight of you. You hardly changed. Older, yes, but still the same. Same hair, same face, same walk.

"Y/n." He doesn't hesitate to grasp your elbow, not thinking about how you may have moved on, gotten a new partner. He doesn't care. "Why'd you leave? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Still not beating around the bush, huh?" You chuckled awkwardly at his stern expression. Of course he would want to know. You dipped out without a word to anyone as to why. "Don't piss around with me, woman. Explain yourself." Bakugo backed you into a corner, not really caring that people were taking pictures of him. To those extras, he probably looked like a hero cornering an innocent woman, but to him, he was keeping your face from the photos. Obviously, you wanted privacy, right? That had to be a part of why you left UA. It only made sense.

"I couldn't take it... my quirk..." You mumbled, "It posed too much stress on me mentally... I had to leave for my health..." How long had you waited to be honest with Bakugo? How long had you waited to see his handsome face and apologize for leaving without footsteps? Too long.

Bakugo squished you more into the corner, keeping you out of view of lenses as people shouted at him for him to leave you alone.

"I've got you... you'll stay hidden..." Bakugo sighed, "You should've said something, jackass... we all would've understood."

[cabinetofteeth4737174]

Excuse me, are you still taking Inside Out requests? I’d love to see Anxiety in the form of a powerful monster like in concept art! Even partially would look cool!

Don't worry I always taking requests

Honestly this is a lot more different than I thought it would be I kind of thought of anxiety instead of being like a big old monster and some artist's pieces that make anxiety like a disorder I kind of make it like it's a manifestation of itself a mist or a cloud something that's like an impending doom kind in anxiety disorder

It's like something that she can't control nor does she actually understand how to control it without being taken care of it's more of a mess it's like a mist of everything that you fear or something that you worry about a little too much and the fact that the cloud is probably too big for the little body of anxiety it kind of just comes out of nowhere and just spreads around like some kind of Misty cave like in silent Hill

The only thing anxiety could do was just panic or just be almost afraid and just doesn't know what to do at all.

Also there's like a heart thing shape on the monster to actually embody almost like a heartbeat when you have a panic attack all those thoughts inside that heart is just swirling around like some kind of blender you can't even stop it. everything just spirals out of control. The thought bubbles become almost a blur to anxiety I will say it's very overwhelming and really sad

so that's my design for anxiety if it was a monster I didn't want to make anxiety as a monster I don't think she would be I just believe that there would be a manifestation of it

Not going to lie that was a lot of yapping because I used my voice to write it but that's it.

Well I hope you like it...

[ashleyfableblack]

"I had this dream last night…"

Twilight lay in her wife's hooves, little spoon to Chrysalis's big spoon. This was their happy place. The couple relaxed in a lazy dreamy state reserved for the kind of lovers with nothing to do that day- or at least nothing that couldn't be put off for more important things, such as an extended snuggle.

Chrysalis raised an eyebrow. "If this is like that one where you were nibbling on a giant piece of licorice we agreed that was an accident."

"No, I-" Twilight chuckled and playfully slapped at her wife's barrel. "You butt." Chrysalis chuckled with her wife, rumbling in a sinister silky low register. She playfully rubbed at Twilight's belly, giving the alicorn to fidget and giggle under the barrage of tickling tarsomeres.

"No, Chryssi. Not that one." she paused to catch her breath. "And the jury is still out on that, you know." Contorting herself to look back to her partner she gave a playful glare. The display earned a playful mocking flicker of her wife's serpentine tongue, tickling at her snoot.

"I throw myself upon the mercy of the court." Chrysalis bellowed in a melodramatic croon. "Failing that-" she craned her neck to whisper in her partner's ear "I will bribe the judge." She gave a flirty nip to Twilight's ear, kneading with her fangs.

Twilight murred. She tucked herself back into the creche of her wife's larger bughorse body with a heavy-lidded smile that signified a silent truce would continue on the matter for now.

"No. We were fillies."

"Fillies?"

"Mnhmm. Little school-fillies. I think your wing was hurt so I was giving you a piggy-back ride to class." She dreamily played with the cracked folds in Chrysalis's hooves. "You kept nibbling on my horn and purring at me. I think we were filly-friends."

"Naturally." Chrysalis extended her tongue to playfully pat at her wife's horn, tickling the bony spiral.

Twilight beamed, simply being in the moment.

She contemplated in silence, held in the adoring embrace.

Chrysalis was ancient, recalling civilizations and species long gone. The changeling queen and her children had existed in the shadows of every species on the planet, guiding their evolution both culturally and in some cases physically. She had seen species rise to power and fall into oblivion, both of which were often orchestrated by her Hive. Much of the knowledge she had first-hoof account of Twilight had only ever read about, secrets long-forgotten, forbidden magics, cultures and creatures which pre-dated the written word.

For her part, Chryssi's body of knowledge was a constant source of fascination to Twilight. Her wife was an impossible, enchanting trove of history and a unique perspective in every subject she could imagine. Like a moth to the flame, Twilight could listen to her ruminations for hours.

She'd never broached the subject specifically as to just how old Chrysalis was. She didn't care, really. Much like Celestia or Luna, Discord in particular, It seemed that, to an immortal existence, past a certain point they stopped caring themselves. The world kept on turning. They simply walked through it, like a traveler on a ship. She was well aware that one day, she too would have a similar perspective.

But in this moment she did wonder, had Chrysalis ever been a child? Was that maybe the one bit of knowledge the one perspective she could never understand?

Her introspection must have changed the mood in the air enough to be noticed by her wife's flickering tongue and changeling sight. Chrysalis shifted. "Is something wrong, beloved?"

Twilight mused and decided to cast her line. "Honeybug… If we met when we were fillies how do you think we would have ended up?" She prodded her wife in the plated segment of her abdomen. "Would we still have… gotten together?"

Chrysalis snickered, not missing a beat.

"Pfft. You need to ask?"

The changeling monarch clasped her wife tightly in a loving embrace. Her fangs clattered as she gave a series of possessive nibbles to Twilight's horn. She craned her neck down and drew in her limbs to form herself into a weighted armored blanket of sorts, equal parts compression and affection. The cool chitin of her angular cheek hissed softly against Twilight's coat as she nuzzled her wife.

"I'd have utterly ruined you."

Twilight erupted in laughter as her bughorse bride squeezed her to her barrel. The heavy rumble of Chrysalis's cricket purr was all the answer she needed.

[rius-cave]

Okay this can be a quite triggering idea but it's been in my head for ages now so I got myself to write it down. It's about severe physical injuries and mutilation so yeah I think it's better to clarify that-

So basically it's another Sinner Adam stuff, if he was reborn in hell and sinners found out who he is they will immediately go after him there's no doubt. In he's weakened state they would have their revenge. So what if they actually catch him? And this is hell, so sinners don't play around.

What if one day Lucifer has to open his door to be met with Adam's sinner form? But that's not the creepy part - the unsettling thing is that the man doesn't speak. He just stares. Lucifer invites him in, he just sits down. He offers him a glass of water or anything, Adam doesn't accept. No matter what Lucifer says or asks, he doesn't speak at all. It starts to get creepy, but Lucifer doesn't know what's going on. His body is hidden under his usual robe, and sure, he looks quite worn and beaten, he looks traumatized.

But there's much more to that. Lucifer has to realize that Adam doesn't speak because he's physically unable to. The sinners muted him (I didn't really think through how but it's possible I'm sure and it's fiction anyways so... Just for the gore lol)

But not only that, they severely injured him, to the extent of cutting/tearing his wings off. Discovering that would be quite a shock to Lucifer - how was this guy even able to come to his place on two legs???

Then he would have to deal with him, take care of him, help him heal (I mean he could surely heal Adam, he's an extremely powerful entity but if we suppose that he can't just heal him like that, at least not completely, or that it takes a lot of energy so he can't just help in one go it becomes more deep lol.) Besides, it's up to our imagination of to what extent could Adam heal. I see it as he would be definitely able to get his voice back, but... His wings? I mean, if they were cut off with angelic steel they won't grow back right..?

Either way it would end up being hurt/comforf. Oh and Lucifer would have to deal with Adam's psychological trauma too. Maybe it's hurt/hurt. Nevermind.

Oooo yeah I've heard of stories where a sinner Adam is basically just... Tortured and tortured to death over and over again before even reaching the hotel. Sometimes it's a bit too grim even for me but I absolutely understand the narrative purpose of it. I do think being a bit beat up would do Adam some good gkslglslgd. I'm sorry baby boy, the character development demands it 😔

I'd actually be interested in something like that happening well AFTER Adam and Lucifer meet again though. Like, if it happened right after Adam falls, I don't think Lucifer would actually give much of a shit about him. For the comfort to actually happen and all that, they'd need to have already passed through the initial hurdle of, well, everything else lol

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Convenience Store Vampire, part 1

The sun was rising, leaving streaks of fire in a dying sky. The birds thronged out of their nests like a miasma of locusts, blotting out the light with their silhouettes. Mortal chattel swarmed the streets, beginning the trek to their drudgery.

I lounged on my chassis, sipping a cup of wine, a prince of darkness waiting to descend upon his dominion. I was the lord of things of the night, a member of the superior species. A vampire, in short. A bloodsucking, maiden-seducing, mind-controlling fiend.

As the clock struck 7, I drifted upright and out the door. Straightening my collar, I surveyed the hallway before me with an aura of disdain. With careful, elegant steps, I glided down the stairs and out the door.

Across the street from me stood my sanctum, the place I would spend my sunlight days. A throne worthy of one such as I, a mighty fortress-

Ah, who am I kidding? It was a convenience store. I was a convenience store worker. A convenience store vampire. The only thing I ruled over was rows of snacks. It was humiliating, but it paid the rent and the blood-price.

“Davey? Ah, good thing you're here, dearie,” Mrs Carter, a regular customer, said. Despite being several hundred years younger than me, she persisted in treating me like a little boy. “I've just run out of sugar! Jeannie is coming over today, and I was gonna bake some cookies for the littlies. They love the stuff, you know?”

I nodded absentmindedly as I unlocked the shutters of the shop, flicking on the fluorescent lights. Did she even know I was a vampire? With some people, it was hard to tell. “Come on in, Mrs Carter,” I told her, flipping the sign to ‘Open’. 

“Speaking of which, do you have a girlfriend? A handsome young man like you ought to have a girl,” she said with a suggestive wink. 

I gave her a close mouthed smile. “No, not really,” I said. Even the maiden-seducing part was a lie, I thought gloomily. Other vampires wanted nothing to do with me, other inhumans thought I was a joke, and mortals were too scared of me. There were those who liked the idea of dating a vampire, but those scared me. Besides, those sorts were looking for a prince of darkness, not a prince of restocking shelves.

“What a shame, dearie,” Mrs Carter said, humming to herself. “Say, my youngest is about your age, and she doesn't have a man either. Why don't I arrange a nice little date between the two of you?”

Her daughter was most assuredly not my age, I thought wryly. It would be more appropriate to date Mrs Carter. Nonetheless, I said, “Why not? Tell her I'm free every night.”

Mrs Carter brightened up, handing me her carton of eggs and a tenner. “That's the spirit, dear!”

I returned a handful of change. The nice thing about the compulsive counting of vampires was that I always knew how much change there was in the cash register. “Have a nice day, Mrs Carter,” I told her.

She waddled out of the store, satisfied, leaving me alone in my realm of microwave meals. That was generally how my days went. I worked in a quiet part of town, where we were lucky to see more than a dozen customers a day. There was no glory in it, no adventure or romance.

People tended to think of vampires as terrifying, powerful beings who played incomprehensible games of intrigue amongst themselves. By and large, they weren't wrong. Most of my kind loved sticking their fingers in every pie and their noses in everyone else's business. But some of us didn't like the high life, and some of us… Well, we really didn't have a choice.

I lounged against the counter, keeping a safe distance from the morning sunlight that filtered through the windows. My manager had had UV protection installed (as per the guidelines for diversity-friendly hiring), but it really wasn't enough. So I lurked in the comfortable shadow of the cashier, elbows on the plastic table and hands clasped together. In another time, another realm, I could almost be a tycoon making a business deal, I thought sadly.

Then the door opened, and I was back to reality.

A tiny elf stood there, her hair pale as snow and her eyes barely tinged with gold. I knew her, though she was not a customer, and I mustered up a smile for her. “Hash, what might you be doing here?” 

Hash was another of my kind, a shapeshifter who ran about wearing the face of an elf-child. People had a tendency to distrust shapeshifters, so it helped when she stuck to one form. It took me a whole 13 decades to find out what she actually was, and another couple of months to understand her horrendous Paliodaen accent.

She pranced over and pulled me into a bear hug. “Jus’ came to check on ya, Dave! And-” She rubbed the back of her head awkwardly.

“Ya do know there's a dead Exorcist outside yer door, right? I think he's forming a ghost, too.”

(I felt like trying my hand at more cozy urban fantasy... Let me know what y'all think!)

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[stop-breaking-my-heart-dragonage]

Me, when Sebastian joins my party for the first time: Okay, this time I'm not going to forget about you, Sebastian. I'm going to make an effort to use you a lot this playthrough so I can better understand you.

Also me, immediately forgetting about Sebastian while finishing Act 2 and making it halfway through Act 3 before I finally notice his Faith quest: ......................Oh. Right. My bad.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

never forget what they took from you

[t-u-i-t-c]

chapter xliv

[bi-demon-ium]

i actually also have a lot of feelings on like. kids seeing adults as people? like. there's always that moment as a kid where it really like. hits you that your parents are like. human people. like, imperfect, flawed people, who can have negative emotions or not know the answer. and i think reynie has kinda already gotten there, and constance never had much of a choice, being psychic, although she doesn't seem to deal with it in the same way or like. hmm i'll get back to her actually but i want to talk about kate for a second. i have a feeling that a good way to get through to kate about the whole situation with milligan is to get her to see that like. a big chunk of the reason why he's behaving how he is has less to do with her and more to do with him--that he's someone who lost his memory for over a decade and as a result lost his daughter, and now desperately wants to keep her safe, be a good dad, make up for what she lost, etc, be the responsible one, take care of her, and like, yeah, obviously part of that is the fact she's a kid and he wants to parent her, but like. a lot of it also has to do with his own issues. you know what i mean. and then with the last reblog my god oh fuck like. cosntance having her dad "roommate" apologize for not being strong enough my god.

[featherymainffins]

I thought I would walk some additional 14 km today and thus burn my accidental lunch (caved into peer pressure and went to a restaurant and had a salad instead of eating my perfectly counted can of tuna) and as such I agreed to go have breakfast with some friends tomorrow to celebrate the end of the excursion.

But I did not walk those 14 km because I wasn't able to get water + I just finished 12 hours of lectures + my arches were killing me + it was raining + I wanted to shower + I wanted to study + I was fucking freezing.

Which means I have to punish myself for my lack of discipline and I also have to make up for the food and that means I CANNOT have that breakfast. In fact I cannot have anything. For 2 days. Just to be sure.

So now I'm trying to figure out what lie I can make up. Currently thinking about saying that I just started to feel really nauseous all of a sudden and as such I unfortunately cannot eat breakfast oopsie. It feels really random and not really believable though.