#m-ight delete later

[wallyslinda]

not teen titans live action film in the work dear god as if we need more *********’s shippers out there

[aiiwa]

ight imagine you, iwa, mattsun, meian and oikawa. meian is laying down and you're laying on top of him, iwa is on top of you, they're both basically sandwhiching you. meian has his two fingers in your mouth and iwas playing with your clit and ribbing your nipples. they're both inside you going roughly but slowly, so like entering you fast and hard and shit but pulling out very slowly and just repeating that. oikawa is on your left and you're stocking him ight ight? and mattsun is sitting in the corner of the room on a plush chair stroking himself. May I add you probably have shit written on you with pink pen like ' cum in me ' ' breed me ' ' creampie ♡' ' baby ' shit like that and you're in cow printed stockings and cow ears with the panties destroyed so I won't mention them -🍑

the writing in pink marker and cow print thigh-highs and cow ears is you referencing my favourite nsfw art, isn’t it? 😭😭😭 i wish i could link it to y’all but she deleted her socials and i don’t feel comfy not crediting her.

your needy pants and the animalistic groans of the big men surrounding you filled the room. the smell of sex and sweat wafted in the warm air, and while the sticky feeling of your skin usually irked you; it was the last of your worries when your tight holes were being stuffed full of fat cocks.

“baby, you feel so fucking amazing- shit.” iwa hisses, pushing against your thighs and spreading you wide open for him.

he ruts into you, pace almost punishing, as the head of his cock kisses your cervix. and when he’s sliding out, agonisingly slow, he makes sure you feel every inch of him before he’s burying himself deep inside again. meanwhile meian is holding you on top of him, the heat between your back and his firm chest is almost searing; his bulky arm is wrapped under your bouncing tits, pushing them together so prettily, while his legs are bend at the knee. he steadies himself on the mattress, thick cock grinding into your tight puckered hole that sucks him in with each stroke. sweet juices from your pussy dripping down and coating him in your slick.

“ah, please...m-more...f-ah-uck…” you mewl out. coherent sentences had long been fucked out of you.

“ya want more, doll?” you can feel meian smirk pressed against your neck, free hand moving to grip your jaw as you whimper. “yes or no?”

“y-yes...sir, please- mmph!” two thick fingers slide into your warm mouth; tongue swirling around, and sucking at the digits.

you feel yourself teetering off the edge, close to your nth orgasm of the night, when oikawa decides to remind you of his presence. heavy lidded eyes jolt open as fingers pinch at your hardened nipples, and with muffled moans you watch him smirk down at you.

“aw, bunny~” oikawa coos, palming your breasts, before he reaches back to grab something. “you look so cute being fucked stupid like this, just like a bunny who just wants to be bred. you wanna have our babies so bad don’t you?” he’s leaning over you now, tugging the cap of the pink marker in his hand, before he’s marking your chest with big, capitalised characters.

glancing down, you feel yourself clench around iwa and meian as you take in the words “BREED ME” painted on your skin with little love hearts on top of your tits. the two of them curse and hiss as you squeeze them.

oikawa taps meian’s hand, grumbling at him to stop being so selfish. the latter removes his fingers from your mouth, drool dribbling down your chin, before the former sheaths his pretty cock balls deep between your lips.

“oh mattsun~! are you sure you don’t want in on this right now?” oikawa huffs, jerking his hips at the feeling of you swallowing him up.

looking behind oikawa, you see mattsun leaning back in the love seat across from you. his pants are undone, legs spread, fisting his hard cock at the sight of you being fucked by his friends. he thumbs at his angry cock head, leaking pre, before continuing to tug at himself.

“i’m good.” noticing your frown at his gruff reply, he only winks at your expression. “angel’s not even close to being ready for me yet.”

before you have a chance to whine for mattsun to join in and let you please him; iwa’s thumb presses down on your throbbing clit, rubbing harsh circles on the over-sensitive nub. seconds later your back arches, creamy pussy gushing everywhere, as your orgasm rolls over and takes control of your body and mind.

you’re so lost in the feeling, that you don’t hear all four of them praising you for being such a good girl, and how you’re gonna do that again just for them.

[shadowdianne]

A/N: -Quietly leaves these here.- Given what I’m writing at the moment I’m still on the fantasy side of things but not entirely about this particular topic so I’m having a blast whenever I think of these little snippets. This is still done in pair with a friend that asked me to follow her throughout the month as we both wrote small snippets of the word prompts. The rules being hardly any editing and more of a string of consciousness workshop than anything else.

They do not follow a particular logic but some are interconnected. Somewhat. Leaving the link for the first batch in case anyone is feeling curious.

14.-Cardinal

The virtues and sins are patiently listed down, just below the saints that you are supposed to follow blindly whenever you cross the portal between the world outside and what lies inside. You usually read up on the names with contrite expression, hoping others would understand your worry for devotion. There is very little to say to those who consider both penance and reward as unavoidable truths that can be condensed so neatly on written stone. Never pay any mind to the scorch marks around each and every pew, they seem to say with those unblinking eyes. The lines that have been there ever since the building was found amidst a set of others on the old part of town after all; why should they pay them any mind?

15.-Entrance

The door creaked as the boy made its way inside, worn boots scuffing against the panels so old they were half-covered in cobwebs so thick they could form entire architectures. He tried his hardest not to damage any of it, worried of spiders that would crawl their way up his bedroom window, find his eyes and ears, and made their way inside of him. It was no use, however, so rich they had grown, and so he mumbled a quiet prayer to the ground that surrounded him before making its way further into the foyer, leaving behind the main entrance and finding its way to the old silo in where the bones, yellowed by time, awaited him with the echo of a murmur growing ever-present with every step he took.

16.-Bell

The metal has long ago been corroded and left to rot, the wooden beams that held the structure together have been eaten or destroyed by both fire and wind but there’s still a firm layer of oil and grease around it, from the times in where it was taken care of, from the times in where its sound marked time and days and nights. They look up towards it, expecting almost to see it, moving, silent, silent, until a single note resonated through them all. It never came, of course, neither the sound of the movement: the old bell had long ago ceased to sound. Why then, the youngest of them would whisper, sometimes it almost seemed as if they called for them? Names like whispers through the nighttime sky.

17.-Book

The process of binding can take up hours; patience is a virtue that one needs to solidify within one self before even trying to accomplish anything with the pages that threaten to wrinkle and tear without the protective barrier the binding provides. The master is always gentle when he binds, always attentive, and well-mannered. There’s a fervor to his words, however, a particular tremor if one looks well enough. As if the process would, indeed, be sacred. The apprentices are always bored when he explains the process, however, promising that they would be slow, soft, but when the time comes, neither of them is capable of doing it like the master requires. And so, another book finds its bindings and another apprentice is asked for.

18.-Candle

The wax melted so very slowly that if it wasn’t because she kept an eye on it, she would have never seen how it started to disappear, the earth below sipping on the molten liquid as time passed. She knew she needed to go back; others would probably start to get worried if she didn’t, of course, but she had been tasked with the fire the candle represented and hold, she merely needed to wait. The door would be closing as soon as the last drop was consumed, but she still had time, did she not? Time for a little more waiting, for a little more, just a little more. She didn’t even realize when she fell asleep.

19.-Nonsense

Fragment disappoint finance engine finger limited allocation man encourage mask reduction interest army comedy grand height release referee flag shake convenience reverse spill delete cold plagiarize smile instruction mud terrify raw afford stimulation sigh fate guideline haunt sentiment track hip training export midnight moral win muscle layer intention stomach train desperate

20.-Wizened

The flowers dried as the adventurer walked, the cold starting to bit into his skin and, not for the first time, he found himself thinking back to the old woman’s cottage, next to the silo, he had passed last while trying to get any food for the path that awaited him. She had been kind, stubborn, even, while trying to sell him a bag even if he had refused it. “I have a backpack.” He had said, and the old woman had narrowed her eyes, her wizened face moving as she whispered something in a language he had been unable to follow; accent so thick it didn’t seem like any dialect he had tried to learn previous to his travel. The strap of his backpack had frozen some hours ago, his belongings scattered, and the decision of needing to pick the bare essentials one he hadn’t made lightly. He now wondered if she had known.

She had, of course, but she would never tell.

21.-Feline

The cat purrs, the sound of quietly bubbling soup filling the silences the creature leaves, the sound of wood against wood, of brushing brooms against hard soil a cacophony that feels welcoming even when eyes are slow to open, senses not quite still there to return. Mouth feels like ashes and sleep and stagnant water about to be flushed down. There’s smoke somewhere, an open flame, a set of rosemary drying to it, some tea that is not quite as tangy as you would remember, some runes written on the insides of your wrists. The cat is atop your lap, eyes closed, tail coiled around your fingers as you try to move for your mind only to fall back, back to a dream that is not yours to begin with. You try to say it to the first figure you come across, made out of ink and letters written by bards so far away from you their voices are echoes of odes that you would never get to listen to. The shadow does not answer, for it is unable to. The cat keeps on purring.

22.-Musical [Bonus points if you know the creature this is based from]

They chant, always chant, as you follow their voices through the bushes and the undergrowth of the forests that are closer to home, they always smile as your eyes follow the trickle of rivers that weren’t there the day before. Their hair is always long and limpid around their forms and they kept on brushing it as you move closer and closer still. Their feet are of those of the duck, you would later say to those around you with eyes glazed by the water, a portion of your soul gone like the wind that carries on the tune of their throats. They look at you as if mad, but they nod, either way, hoping for your own voice to stop singing a tune that is for the dead.

23.-Wicked

And the treatise was broken, and the kingdom fell for the souls of those who inhabited to transform and twist and reform into something that wasn’t human any longer as the mountains kept on growing, the blue of their color transforming into grey and then into green as they formed new hills, smaller in height than what it had been before. Eroded, would the scholars say, by time. And so, the grass grew longer and greener and the faults of those who had lived grew distant in time as their bodies fed the rivers and the trees, the paths once taken by wolves now devoured by ivy and loneliness. And the historians spoke of witches and kings and magic that had been once been thought true as others would say that wicked was just a form of the energy the land took in order to survive. But she never quite believed in that, not when time came to be precious, imperfect, as every clock began a new tune, the moon rising bloody and blue and purple and yellow, marked by the hexes once given to the land and soil she now lived and breathed.

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Letting go.

Set you free – MYMP / Let you go – Mountenz

Four Months later

“(Y/N)?” Sicheng called for you when he walked into your home. He had a paper in hand he didn’t understand, it was a notice letting him know that you had removed your name from the deed of the house and put it under his name solely.

There was no answer so he assumed you weren’t home, maybe. He made his way down the hallways to feel uncomfortable. The walls were naked and painted over, it had no real detail of you. Walking you’re your room, he was met with just his clothes on the bed.

The dresser was empty, no perfumes or lotions on top, the drawers had nothing in them. The closet was empty except for the clothes that he had left there. Back in the living room, he noticed now that the walls were also naked.

Confused, he took a seat on the couch and decided to call you because none of this was making sense to him. He pulled out his phone and looked for your name, the other line didn’t even ring before it gave him the disconnected phone number message.

Sicheng felt something in the depths of his heart, a weird sense of brokenness. You had left and changed your number without letting him know. This all came to a surprise to him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again only to notice an envelope on the coffee table.

To Winnie.

With shaking hands and a heavy heart, he picked up the envelope and opened it. Suddenly, he remembered what you once had said to him as he unfolded the letter that was inside, “My heart was ripped out of my chest in cold blood and delivered at my fucking door in an envelope.”  

He began to wonder if that would be case for him too because at the end of the day, no matter how he saw it. This place was home, it was the first house he bought with the intention of it being home.

A home for you and him.

Dear Winnie,

By the time you read this, I should be long gone. I hope you understand that I had to leave, that I had to do it for My own wellbeing. This place, this house, it stopped feeling like home ever since I had to let you go. Your memory stopped running down the halls when you got married.

I couldn’t keep living here knowing that this is the Place where we promised each other forever. We thought this is where we were going to have our little family Winnie. To have and Raise kids here. Just you and me.

But that wasn’t the case, you stopped loving me long ago. Now you’re married and Excepting a child with someone else. Someone that I Guess wasn’t meant to be me. At least not at your side.  

Letting you go was and is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. There isn’t a day or Night that I don’t think of you, us and what we could have been and were. Leaving the place I called home broke my soul. Leaving you behind and moving on, broke my spirt.

Every night for the last year since you’ve been gone, I wished and prayed that it was All a terrible dream, a Nightmare. That you would come home and wake me up, that you were still at my side and that you loved me and only me.

But I never woke up from this nightmare.

There’s a good chance that you don’t know but the day of your wedding, I was there. That’s where I found out that Jin Ae is pregnant.

Watching you say your vows, put a hurt in my heart that I’ll never be able to explain. But your happiness means everything to me and I had never seen you as happy as you were when you said them.

That’s when I realized that loving you the way that I do, meant I had to set you free. I had to let you go so you could move on with your life and not worry about me anymore.

So before you walked down the aisle as husband and wife, I left. I gave you my last goodbye from afar and in silence knowing that I would never see you again. Which I guess is for the best for the both of us.

Thank you for everything, for all the beautiful memories that I will forever carry with me. Thank you for loving me the way you did.

Lastly, thank you for the last night you gave me. I missed the little things we did, like cuddle all day and watch movies together. Or how you made me laugh and how you made me feel alive.

That night meant more than you’ll ever understand and gave me more than you’ll ever know.

This is me letting you go fully and completely. Live a healthy and happy life Winnie, you deserve it. Make all your dreams come true with your wife and child to be. Take care of yourself.

Dong Sicheng, I love you more than life itself, more than my own. But now I have to live for other memories that are to come.

Love,

Forever your eternal princess

P.S

Don’t come looking for me, you won’t find me.

Sicheng wept into the letter, feeling the brokenness fully settle in his heart. He began to wonder if this is how you felt when he left, like everything you ever knew was ripped out from right under you. He felt his heart get crushed and the overwhelming burn that the tears left in his eyes.

There was nothing more that he wanted than to wake up from this nightmare now. He wanted things to be like they were before, he wanted you.

He wanted to hold you, love you and have you as his and no one else’s. It was you and it’s always been you. He doesn’t know how he could have left you like this. If he had just given himself the time to think a year and so ago, he’s almost sure this would have never happened.

It should be you that he was married too and having his child. 

If he looked a little closer at the letter, he’d see that you were also giving him a child and not just his wife.

Two Years Later.

The years went on and you never returned to the place you once called home. You haven’t seen or heard from Sicheng personally since the last time you saw him, his wedding day.

He made headlines every here and there, you never got to read about the birth of his child because you were going through your own. You and your baby were healthy as could be.

You had a boy, Jin Ae had a girl. Three days apart, your baby was born first.

There was no trace of you in the media, everything you ever had was deleted. You left without warning, no goodbyes and no acknowledgment of your pregnancy when you left home.

The most recent thing you heard about him from the media was, ‘Dong Sicheng and Jin Ae, agree to 50/50 custody of daughter, finalizing their divorce.’

That was maybe a month ago or so. The news came as a huge shocker to you but as much as you wanted to have the hope, there was no use. You still loved him and carried him in the depths of your soul but you couldn’t do that to yourself again.

You had a son to think about now. And that stopped you from putting a false hope on your life, you let him go. You desperately fought day in and day out for two years to let him go.

There was no one in your life, there was no point. You couldn’t love like you did before and you weren’t going to try. There was only one man in your heart and that will never change.  

You were in the kitchen making lunch for your baby boy and you, when the doorbell rang. You thought nothing of it and passed the living room to open in.

Your son sat on the floor watching one of his cartoons when the doorbell ringing a second time caught his attention, “Momma!” He shouted and ran as fast he could to you. You carried him in your arms and continued to the door.

When you opened the door, your eyes went wide and mouth hung open looking at the person standing there. They haven’t changed even one bit.

“Winnie.”

Two years later and that nickname still pulled at his heartstrings.

“Princess.”  

Just like that one pulled at yours.

Sicheng looked over at his son and smiled so big and bright, it was like the sun was smiling down on you again. He walked in and planted a kiss on your son’s forehead, “Hi little buddy.”

Your son smiled at him, “Daddy.” 

He smiled and giggled at his dad like he had seen him a million times before and not like this was the first time he was seeing him.

Sicheng brought his attention back to you for a moment and cupped your face. He held you so tenderly, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks and looked you right in the eyes. His face was so close to yours, you felt his breath fan your face when he spoke.

“I need you to wake up now.”

Come wake me up

[torentialtribute]

Proud football fan defends his Down’s Syndrome daughter

A football fan is beaten back on Twitter trolls aimed at his daughter who has Down syndrome after I posted a video of her at the Tottenham Hotspur game.

It is included

Proud father-of-three Neil Markham, of Banbury, Oxfordshire, tweeted the clip of the 16-year new stage at She at Spurs after the 0-1 defeat to West Ham . the message: & # 39; The result is never the most important thing #COYS. & # 39;

But the 43-year-old Tottenham fan was desperate after being bombarded with nauseating messages from trolls.

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The video has been viewed more than 1.6 million times, has 24,000 likes got

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Proud father of three Neil Markham tweeted the clip of the 16 -year-old Ella (photo, in the video) in the new stadium of Spurs after the previous and 0-1 defeat to West Ham

He wrote to & # 39; What's wrong with people?

& # 39; This girl would wish you nothing but luck. Why do you have to like this? Contact me directly instead of hiding me. & # 39;

In a later tweet he wrote: & # 39; I am tired of getting comments from people who are not willing to lead the way.

& # 39; The girl in the video has a name. It is Ella.

Many of the trolls were subsequently restored and some even deleted their social media accounts.

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desperately after being bombarded with nauseating messages from trolls

challenges the trolls to contact him directly.

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M. Markham immediately responded to the abuse, and was sentenced to death by his wife, the trolls are challenged to contact him directly Markham – married to Adele, also 43 – said: "I was on his bottom Saturday night and I want to thank you for your help.

& # 39; My social media life is really about my children, it's not really about anything else, my brother lives away and it was a way to keep him informed.

& # Many people said it was a joke or their account had been hacked. & Nbsp;

Markham said some trolls had used an insulting term

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& # 39; If one person does not, she has made a difference. & # 39;

He added: & She loves Harry Kane, but music and dancing is her passion.

& # 39; I am not a snowflake but I will protect my daughter because I am the only one who can. Thats my job.

in her comic Harry Kane Spurs. Her father has revealed that he has received 9000 messages about the video and & # 39; 99 percent of them are positive & # 39; "

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Thousands of Twitter users have contacted Mr. Markham on Twitter to provide support

The video has been viewed more than 1.6 million times, received 2 4,000 likes and he had 8,000 messages in support.

One said: & # 39; Don't let any foolish idiots get you down. She is a class actmate. & # 39;

Another wrote: & # 39; Your daughter is so beautiful! How could I make fun of her … let me do it! My advice is to immediately block anyone who says something negative. This place is full of wonderful, supportive people, don't be put off !! X & # 39;

And another wrote: & # 39; I wonder if you realize what a bit of sunshine that video bought on so many days. She was beautiful, just like you.

] She looks at her Tottenham in the new stadium "

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[Scheren met haar vader Neil]

She looks at her in the new stadium (left) and with her father Neil (right)

Mr Markham – also father of Danny, 11 and Ryan, 26 –

Tottenham legend Graham Roberts tweeted: & # 39; @ NeilMarkham1 and his sweet daughter She & # 39; s guests of mine at my gala dinner in May and I can't wait to spend a special evening with her. & # 39;

Another former Spurs fav

[1 9459001] & # 39; Sometimes people are cruel because they don't see the beauty, but the vast majority.

& # 39; I have a Final program signed by the Legends for her, meet me at a game so I can give it to her. & # 39;

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[wallyslinda]

not to anyone in particular but it's okay to follow (me) if you don't like any male characters on my character list btw but you need to go away if you don't like the girls

[wallyslinda]

i wanted to make a new twitter account—or if i still have my old comic-and-mcu-turned-kpop account i probably would've used that (but the site has suspended it in january because i was telling bigots (xenophobes, zios, and misogynists) to kts. so. rip me—for wl mainly and comics in general, but it seems even an account who run a wl updates account don't have wl as their otp and i'm just like... well </3

[wallyslinda]

full offense but why are people willing to read stuffs written by t** k*** like...