#makes me feel things makes me wanna cry (good)

[sugarstainzz]

IMPATIENCE KILLS - HAN JISUNG // warnings beneath break 

pairing. han jisung x gn!afab reader 

sum. your poor, needy boyfriend is desperate for a bit of relief, and it’s impossible to ignore him

word count. 1.3k

tags. kinda sub!jisung, soft dom!reader, needy sex, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), ruined orgasm, implied oral at the end, a bit of biting, “mama” is used quite a bit,

╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮

han jisung is a needy little bitch. 

obviously you know this. you’ve known it for a while. even before you were dating you could tell. the way he stared at you for a bit too long, how he never even joked about attempting nnn, how he hated sleepovers because he “needs privacy at night.” and this neediness only became more obvious after you got with him. 

the stares escalated to groping, squeezes and caresses instead of gazes and knuckle brushing. the ass grabbing, the voice notes begging you to come home faster, jumping between your thighs when he was so sure- and dead wrong - that you were sleeping. 

it’s not that he wants to cum all the time. he just kinda needs to. his thick cock has a mind of its own, always hard and leaking over anything and everything. 

this is especially obvious right now. 

you were working on making some dinner for the two of you. nothing fancy, it’s movie night food. instant noodles with a bit of bacon and egg to liven it up. the alcoholic horse on your screen is the most important thing. or at least, you thought it was. 

jisung coming up behind you wasn’t anything to pay attention to. neither were his arms around your waist or the gentle brush of his lips on your neck. but as the gentle kisses deepen and you feel his groin press against the soft form of your ass, it becomes a bit clearer. 

the hard-on rubbing against you makes it quite obvious. 

“you want something?” you ask him, your voice a quiet hum. he doesn’t say anything back. he just whines and grinds into you. his dick is getting harder in his sweats and it’s even harder not to fantasize about it. 

“sungie.” you start again, managing to keep your composure. “do you want something, baby?”

“wan’ you…” he whines. “wanna put it in. needa put it in.”

“you gotta wait a bit.” you say, patting his hand. “i’m still cooking.” he shakes his head, nose brushing against the back of your neck. 

“don’t make me waittttt.” he cries. “please y/nnnn. i’m so hard it hurts i need it so bad please.”

you sigh, setting the noodles to the side. they need to steep for a couple more minutes anyways.

“you need it?” you ask him.

“mhm~”

“you neeeeed it?”

“so bad. please~”

you can’t help but giggle. he’s so whiny, it’s perfect. damn near crying and you haven’t even done anything. it’s already getting you wet.

“please what?” you whisper. 

he squirms a little bit behind you, desperate for relief. you can feel where the head of his cock poking his thigh- the fabric before it is already soaked in precum. you shiver a bit, your sopping cunt clenching around nothing. god, he’s so leaky. 

“please lemme put it in~” he starts. “i want you so badly, y/n. i promise i’ll make you feel good too. just lemme fuck you please.” fuck, he’s so good at begging. 

you don’t say anything, afraid your tone will give away your own desperation. instead, you gently break out of his hug and bend over, resting your torso on the cool countertop. 

jisung immediately drops down behind you, fingertips rubbing against your cloth-covered pussy. the black fabric of your panties is soaked with arousal, sticking uncomfortably to your skin. 

“so pretty…” he whines to himself. he gently peels your underwear off, letting it fall down your thighs and pool at your ankles. he plants a kiss on your entrance, licking a fat stripe up the length of your cunt. you lock your knees, ready to get some needy, pussy-drunk head, but he pulls away. you’ve hardly a second to think before he pushes his cock in, bottoming out inside of you. 

white stars of shock twinkle across your vision for a split second. he isn’t the largest in the world, but his long enough that you like a bit of warning beforehand. and even though it’s nothing special you feel so full. Ugh…

“jisung- ugh- what the fu-”

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes. “i’m sorry i know i should’ve eaten you out but you’re so wet and i want- needed- i- i- i’ll- i’ll just wait a moment, ‘kay?” it’s a generous offer. he’s already twitching inside of you. you can feel his cock in your stomach, pressed between your plush walls and the marble countertops. it takes a moment of heavy breathing, but eventually you give him the okay to start thrusting.

and start thrusting he does.

he bunny-fucks into you, each thrust making your brain go a bit fuzzier. each snap of his hips is punctuated with the head of his cock kissing a deeper spot inside of you. even though you’re wet and relaxed, you still normally need prep, and because you didn’t get any, his cock feels even bigger than normal. it’s pressing against your g-spot so hard, and every stroke past it makes you feel ready to cum. 

“m’sorry i didn’t eat you out,” he whines again. “I know I messed up m’sorry,”

“it’s okay, baby-” you sigh between moans. “fuck- feels s’good.”

“feels good? ‘m doin’ good?”

“so- fuck- just keep fucking me sungie oh my god…” 

somewhere in his mindless haze, he remembers to give your throbbing clit a bit of attention. his slender fingers tease you, your slick making his hand slide around sloppily. he rests against your back, whining in frustration as he tries to make you cum. 

“y’needa cum, baby…” he mutters. “please cum i know this pretty pussy can come for me please cum…” he’s not even teasing or coaxing. so soon he’s desperate for you to climax so he can feel the spasming of your cunt around him. he needs to feel the rush of it, hear the moaning when your orgasm hits you. and you need it even more. it’s as though his desperation has rubbed off on you. each whine, each moan, each spasm of his fingers and stutter of his hips behind you pushes you further into madness. 

you’re so close. so so close to the edge. you’re shuddering with it, with the tightness building in your belly. your skin tingles and burns in the best way, his slick-coated fingers pushing you to the abyss. but his movements are becoming erratic and choppy again. he just can’t hold on any longer.

“fuck- ‘m gonna cum~!” he whines loudly. 

“ya g’na cum?” you ask him. “sungie’s gon-gonna cum?”

“mhm~”

“you sure you can’t hold on a sec-second longer?”

“no mama ‘m sorry sung-sungie’s gotta cum i can’t hold it ‘nymore i jus’ gotta please-” 

your mind goes so fuzzy. you wanna be mean so bad. you wanna tell him to hold on, to cum before him, to have him fuck into you until he’s crying and begging but he just sounds so so sweet…

“mama?”

“you can cum, sungie,” you pant

he keens.

he unloads inside of you and bites into your shoulder so damn hard you think it’s bleeding. jisung finishes hard, and his warm cum is building up inside of you, coating your walls. he pants against your body, teeth still clamped on as his softening cock slips out with a wet pop. semen spatters against the tile floor, sticky against your thighs and ankles. your elbows shake with pleasure and your ruined orgasm. he’s mumbling nothing into your skin, you can’t understand a single thing he says.

gingerly, he grabs your shoulder and turns you around. you’re still trying to catch your breath and don’t fully register him sinking to his knees until his fingers are squeezing your thighs, beckoning them to open. 

“jisung?” you ask, going a bit rigid as he kisses your throbbing clit, ignoring the cum dripping onto his chin.

“‘m not g’na jus’ let you not cum..."

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a/n. helloooo my loves! thanks sm for reading- i haven't written anything in a super long time, so soz for anything choppy or nonsensical. stick around if u wanna see more, and always feel free to shoot me a req or drabble or what have you. mwah mwah mwah -sugar🤍

[fuckmyskywalker]

I need clone wars Ani to hold me down and eat me out until I’m sobbing bc he knows what’s best for me and if he says I can give him one more orgasm then by god am I gonna give him one more even if he has to force it outta me

I’ve literally been thinking about this all day 😭

18+ smut, clone wars!Anakin oral, overstimulation (if you squint).

I can see the sun and I wrote this out of anger and love <3. Hehe.

"I don't care if you cry," He hisses, forcing your thighs apart. "If you try to close your legs one more fucking time, I promise you I will tie you to the bed and leave you on edge all night."

The threat is enough to calm you down— at least for a few seconds. Anakin said to keep your legs open, not your mouth shut. "Anakin, I can't—" There is no way to get his mind off it. His thick skull, only comparable to his cock, can seem to comprehend such a basic concept. "It hurts."

"No it doesn't," He fights back. Apparently that's the only good thing he can do— and eat you out. Descending his mouth to your swollen folds once again, Anakin uses his thumbs to spread your puffy cunt, suckling your clit with no trace of the delicacy he had hours prior. "Just give me another one, you can do it. You've done it before."

He looks and sounds desperate. You want to do it, you want nothing more than to please him, but it is becoming physically exhausting. Tears trickle down your hot, flushed cheeks, tears that don't go unnoticed by Anakin. Lifting his eyes, you can't ignore the wave of lust that swirls down your stomach all the way to your core, coating his tongue in your slick, again. It hurts but it feels good. Is that thin line where the ache and the delight merge and become an indescribable feeling.

"Don't cry," Anakin whispers, slowing down and kissing your throbbing little bud, using it as a distraction to slide two fingers back inside you. "You know I can't resist to fuck you if you cry, princess."

"I... I just love it," You manage to croak, hiccups escaping your throat, mingling with your moans and gasps. Every single sound possible, Anakin is able to pull it out of your vocal cords. "But I don't know if I can do it. I don't wanna let you down, Ani," A tiny sob makes his heart clench, mimicking your warm, stretched walls around his fingers.

"I'll be gentle baby," He doesn't let you go. If you tell him to stop, he will— but you haven't. "Just one more. Just this last one and we can go to sleep."

Curling his digits, he gently rubs your g-spot in circles, circling your clit with the flat side of his tongue. He is more cautious this time, knowing this is your limit. Anakin just needs you, craves you like the air he breathes— if not even more.

"Just this one," You finally agree, arching your back and yelping his name. Anything to please him.

[toxycodone]

Oxy do you think laios would like pegging, I’ve been ovulating and so I keep thinking of pegging laios and how much I want this big man crying under me…💭😛

Laios being pegged...that is so big brained.

He's so, so into it. Whenever you bring it up he fwips his head around to look at you with an owlish expression. He's not against it, not at all, he's actually excited at the prospect.

However, he has his own desires. He goes shopping online with you for the perfect strap-on. You know he has...particular tastes. He doesn't want something too boring.

When you ask him what he wants. He pulls up the Bad Dragon website with a quickness. Then like, he suddenly looks a little sheepish, but he's still pretty excited.

After a little perusing, you eventually settle on one that's about 3-4 inches and has a nice fat knot. Laios tends to be a "go big or go home" sort of guy, so you kinda have to reign in his fantasies in the beginning because. Dude you are JUST starting out. That footlong horse cock isn't fitting inside you on the first try no matter how much it makes you drool. But the knot still leaves something for him to "conquer" when he gets used to the smaller toy. (You two also decide to invest in the realistic cum lube and some sort of vibrating mechanism for you and him. Just to make things even more enjoyable.)

So anyways, when you finally get down to it. You see the excitement he previously had switch to nerves. Despite how much he wanted this, he never really thought about how different it is. Being the one under you and getting penetrated makes him feel remarkably vulnerable. Thankfully, you two have plenty of time for foreplay.

You kiss him gently and tell him how pretty he is and how much you love him while you trail your finger over his asshole and he just melts. You see his hardening length twitch in anticipation and the tension leave his face as you start to finger him and get him more relaxed, soon enough he's fucking himself on your fingers and whimpering while pleading with you to finally fuck him with the real thing.

When you guys first try pegging, you gotta do it missionary. It's a position where you can easily see his face and body, just so you can make sure he's comfortable. Since you worked him up to it, Laios actually takes things super well. You slowly slide into him and he throws his head back and lets out a strangled groan. You kiss his forehead and taste the sweat on his skin and ask if he's alright as you still. Laios kisses your cheek sweetly and smiles into your skin, letting you know in a breathy voice that he's alright. you're doing so good and he loves you.

That's when you add a bit more lube, lube up his cock, and steadily start stroking him to match your thrusts. You aren't super fast as you do this, you just watch Laios's face as it scrunches in pleasure. A pink flush spreads across his cheeks, neck, and upper chest while you continue to fuck him--sending words of praise his way.

And. Unsurprisingly. Within a handful of strokes Laios is squeaking out a warning that he's gonna cum. And before you can finish thinking "already?" Your hand gets covered in warm, white liquid while he grunts out a couple choked sounds, shaking slightly in pleasure.

You stay completely still, careful not to overwhelm him as you chuckle. He's so damn cute. You lean down and give him a few gentle kisses to the base of his throat and tell him he's a good boy before he states.

"Keep going."

You look at him a bit curiously, brows furrowed.

"Really...? Are you su--"

Laios cuts you off with a whine, throwing his head back on the pillow.

"Please."

And so you do as he asks, continuing to fuck him (now at your pace as you try to reach your high), and he's just a mess. Tears prick his lashes before finally falling. He's gasping and groaning and his thighs can't decide if they wanna lock you in or push you away but Laios doesn't dare use the safe word. He just begs for you to cum in him, let him see you cum, fill him up and plug him with that knot...

And honestly, you're quickly following close behind Laios. Moaning into his ear while you buck your hips into him.

But once he's really gets used to anal he becomes a bit of a whore. He LOVES when you fuck him doggystyle and grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you when you spit in his mouth. Or you just grab him by his hips and just fuck him utterly stupid. Your fingers dig into the plush ski,, causing all kinds of scrapes and bruises while he's crying out underneath you.

But it can be an intimate thing too! No monster dildos or anything. Sharing a toy or having you fuck him slow is another love of his, especially while spooning. You can grab one of his soft pecs in your hand, his plush inner thigh in the other while you slowly pump in and out of him and gently kiss his neck. He lets out soft, breathy moans and hushed whispers of how much he just adores you while he jerks himself off...Yeah <3

[ivyluvsyouu]

I saw your series of genshin characters if their s/o dies and I wanted to request it with Kaveh Tighnari Furina Lyney and whoever else you wanna add?

𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

𝑻𝒘: 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉, 𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊, 𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂, 𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒚, 𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐,𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟏 (𝑪𝒚𝒏𝒐, 𝑨𝒍𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒐, 𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑲𝒂𝒛𝒖𝒉𝒂)

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟐 (𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒄, 𝑲𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒕𝒕𝒐)

𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒉

You had left for a commission a day ago. You weren't supposed to be gone long, maybe a few hours at most which is why when Kaveh woke up the morning after you left and you weren't in bed with him, he was extremely worried. He asked everyone he saw that day if they had seen you, and he even went out to where your commission was supposed to be to look for you but nothing. Not a single trace of you was left there, By the end of the day he was worried sick, and he was going around asking for the second time if they had seen you.

He had gotten Cyno to go out in the desert and look for you and he found you dead near the sight of where your commission had been. When Kaveh found this out he was in a state of shock. You? dead? his s/o? his strong s/o? there was no way, he wouldn't believe it. He refused to believe it. For a few months after your death Kaveh was just in complete denial and everyone was worried about him. Even his roommate Al-Haitham had tried talking to him about what had happened to you but every time he did Kaveh would just shake his head and deny it. "No, Y/n's not dead..." he would say, even if deep down he knew he was just saying this because he couldn't admit it. He knew you were gone, and he knew that denying it wasn't helping.

About a year after your death is when he started to come to terms with it. And it was the hardest thing he had ever done; He barely left the house and when he did, he didn't talk to anyone. He took about a year just keeping to himself and trying to cope and after that year he slowly started to become himself again. But even after that it always seemed like a piece of him was missing.

𝑻𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒊

You had always been extremely sickly. It was something you had delt with since you were young and when you met Tighnari and ended up starting a relationship with him he wanted you to live a good healthy life. He would always try to make new medicines for you, but nothing seemed to work. Tighnari knew deep down that your sickness would be the thing to kill you, but he would've never admitted it.

One morning Tighnari woke up to the sound of you coughing and it was clear that you were having a hard time breathing. He immediately got to work trying to find something to give you to help but nothing worked. Tighnari desperately tried to save you but in the end, it was futile you ended up dying that afternoon. Tighnari was with you in your last moments. "Please hold on Y/n.." He begged as he held your hand tightly. As you took your final breaths Tighnari just broke down into tears.

Collei heard him crying in the room over and came into the room and she gasped when she saw the sight before her. Collei did her best to comfort Tighnari, but nothing could help right now. "I appreciate you trying to make me feel better, but I need some time alone right now" He choked out. He spent the next few days locked up in his office just mourning. After about four days he knew that he had to return to work even if it was hard. When he returned to his duties, he pushed down all of his emotions and he just kept everything hidden from everyone. Whenever someone would ask him how he was doing and how he was coping he would just respond with. "I'm fine."

𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂

(𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔!! 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒏 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕!)

You were killed by a member of the fatui. You were out late one night, and you had run into the fatui on accident, and it didn't end well for you. The beloved s/o of the God of justice Furina, the people of Fontaine loved you just as much as they loved her and the whole nation of Fontaine was in mourning.

But it was nothing compared to Furina's mourning. You were the only one Furina trusted with her secret. The only one she confided in. You were everything to her and you were just gone? She was absolutely devasted and for months after your death she locked herself in her room. Refusing to come out and leaving all of the work to Neuvilette.

And she had no intention of leaving any time soon. She couldn't face her people like this. She couldn't put the act on right now she just couldn't. One morning she was looking out the window of her room and it was raining, and she had noticed that the water levels had indeed risen. She sighed and she knew she needed to return to her work. She did what she does best, and she forced herself to put on the act that she was okay and that she was coping well with your death. She forced herself to be strong and once again she forced herself to be a god.

𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒚

Lyney being involved with the fatui meant he was involved with some pretty dangerous people. However, he never thought that those people would end his beloved s/o's life. Lyney had some problems with a few of the people in the fatui and one of those people took it out on his s/o and one day when you were on a commission one of those people killed you. Lynette was actually the one that got the word that you had gotten killed, Lyney was away from Fontaine and when he got back, he expected to be greeted by his beloved s/o but he wasn't.

Instead, he was greeted by his sister Lynette who looked extremely worried. "What's wrong sister? Where's y/n?" He asked. Lynette frowned and looked at her brother. She told him that you had been killed and as soon as the words left her mouth Lyney gasped and covered his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, He wasn't even gone from Fontaine for long and you were fine before he left. You kissed him goodbye and told him that you'd see him when he gets home. You were alive a few days ago and now you were just gone? it was so much to process. He sat down and he stayed silent for a few moments with hundreds of thoughts running through his mind.

After a while he still realized Lynette was there waiting for him to say something. He nodded and spoke softly "Thank you for telling me..." He said getting up and walking to his room. He cried himself to sleep that night, the bed felt so empty without you next to him and he didn't get much sleep at all that night. Lyney tries to push forward and move on like normal since he knows he has a job to do, and he has to take care of his siblings. And while the people around him might think he's doing better he never fully gets over you.

𝑨𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐

Whenever you had commissions, she would always accompany you and today was supposed to be no different but as you two were about to set out Arlecchino got word that there was a situation she needed to tend to. You assured her that you'd be fine and Arlecchino nodded. She believed you would be fine, and she kissed you bye and she told you she'd meet up with you later. But when she met up with you later what she saw shocked her. She found you lying in a pool of your own blood. You had gotten hit pretty bad in the stomach. She ran over to you, and she scooped you up in her arms. "Dear? Dear what happened!" She said trying to shake you awake.

But she was too late, you were dead. She brought you back the House of the Hearth and there was a funeral held for you. She knew mourning was for the weak, but she couldn't help but give herself a few days. She gave herself a few days to mourn and a few days only. When the few days were up, she returned to her work even if it hurt and it was hard. She became a lot more ruthless, and the children of the House of the Hearth noticed their father becoming a lot colder and more distant.

𝑵𝒆𝒖𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆

You and Neuvillette had been married for years. You were his whole world and he loved you to pieces. However, one day you came down with an illness that was going around Fontaine and had already taken the lives of so many in Fontaine. Neuvillette knew better than anyone that you were strong, and he believed you could beat this. However, over the next few months you were just getting weaker and weaker and eventually it became clear that there was no way you were going to survive.

You had a peaceful death surrounded by your family, your friends and of course your beloved husband. Neuvillette didn't take your death well, he neglected his work duties for months and since you were close friends with Furina, Furina understood completely and gave Neuvillette as much time as he needed before he came back to work.

Eventually Neuvillette came back to work, but he kept to himself, he didn't talk much and completely shut himself off away from everyone. He never re married or found anyone else, he couldn't there was no way he could move on from you. You were his everything and he thought about you every day, wishing there was some way you could come back to him.

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!<𝟑 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆!!

[lovingache]

—four. sugawara koshi x f!reader smut | 18+

i'm having some thoughts about suga because of things so this is just me being insane about him ahhhh omg i love you suga <33 warnings: post time skip suga, dirty talk, edging, overstim, spanking, neck holding(?) he doesn't choke you but he holds your neck , condescension, marking, breeding, like slight dumbification not proofread!

suga's second favourite sound precedes his first. he loves the whiney, sputtering moans that he's able to pull from you when he makes you cum, of course. he could get off on that noise alone, the almost whimpers that tack onto the last shuddering syllables of his name as you cling to him, the way that you repeat it in hushed whispers as he holds your sweating, shivering body close to him— his cock deep inside your soaking hole.

but he fucking loves when he starts to move again and you do that perfect little cut-off cry. the cry that makes him chuckle as he holds you close again, his chest touching yours as he bullies his cock back into you as if he hasn't just made you cum until your eyes were rolling back. he loves it, perhaps even more, when you start to beg him to slow down, always "s-slow down, suga, please," but never stop because you both know that you could never ask him to stop.

yeah, he loves being able to pull back and look at you. your teary eyes, pout lips, feel the heat of your cheeks against his skin, and grin at you with that sunshine smile as he replies, "why not, baby? thought you wanted to be my slut?" he thrusts back in at the same pace that made you cum the first time, enjoying your whines and chuckling as you start to claw at his arms before moving to his back to drag red angry lines down.

"c'mon, baby, you're the one that asked for this, why you cryin'?" he murmurs into your ear, groaning when you clench around his cock and hissing at the sudden tightness. "aw, i see. my poor baby just wants to be talked down to, is that it? you want me to make this cute little pussy cry and cum all over me again and again like you're a toy, huh?" he smirks when he speaks in that deliciously condescending tone as he rolls his hips against you to grind against your clit.

he laughs as you pout at him, nodding your head as tears well in your eyes. "yeah? so you don't want me to slow down, then, right?" he asks and groans when you shake your head and, fuck, beg him to keep going. "oh, good girl," he groans so sweetly as his hips start to pick up his pace. "such a good slut for me aren't you? you just love my cock so much, don't you, sweetheart?" he says as he holds your legs open, fucking into you in earnest now.

"you gonna cum for me, my love?" he'll ask as he marks your neck, chest, collarbone, anything that he can get his mouth on. "yeah? you wanna cum for me?" he whispers as he looks at you with those kind hazel eyes. "why don't you ask again, honey, hm? you can do it," he teases as he smiles at your glaring, teary-eyed face. "c'mon sweetheart, ask me. beg me. i know you wanna cum, i can feel that tight little pussy fluttering around me. c'mon baby," he goads you, chuckling as you try to pathetically put the sentence together.

"oh, is my poor girl having trouble thinking? have i fucked you stupid already?" he asks, his hips slowing down and you whine as he keeps you on the edge. you focus on anything, the white ceiling, the dresser that needs organizing, anything but how good he feels on top of you. how soft his hair is, how solid his chest feels against yours, how his mole is so cute and would be so nice to kiss, how his breath fans over you, and, god, how good his cock is stretching you out and hitting that spot that makes you all teary and desperate.

"c'mon, baby, say it one more time," he says as he circles his hand around your throat, knowing how close that makes you, before thrusting in deep, so fucking deep, into you to grind your clit with his hips. "one more time. say it," he says in that gravelly voice that's almost a growl and it makes you shiver. "say it. say, 'koshi, please let me cum,'" he whispers, coaxing you to say the words.

the grin he has as you say it, the way it spreads through his face and crinkles his eyes softly while he keeps his hand on your neck as the other starts to circle your clit deliciously, is like sunlight. you buck and groan as he forces another trembling orgasm from you as he holds you close to him, cooing and praising you. "oh, my good girl. yeah, you love it just like that, don't you? love when my cock fucks you through your orgasm, hm? my sweet slut, so good for me. only me. my baby, my love," he groans into you as he helps you ride it out.

he hums as he you start to come down from the high, smiling at you so sweetly as your panting fills the room that was just echoing with the sound of his balls slapping against you, before he pulls out.

he chuckles as you whine, giving you a deep kiss to shush you as he soothes your hair and you're already shivering as he steps away from you to grab something from your dresser. you whine when he gets back in bed, holding your legs open so gently, as you hear the unmistakeable sound of your favourite vibrator turning on—the one that he bought you when you first started dating.

you stutter as he presses it against you, looking down at you so lovingly as your hips buck and you gasp so prettily. "thought you wanted to be used like a toy, my love?" he says, his hand working his stiff cock as he watches you. "hm? why're you begging me to slow down, we both know you want more," he tsks as he reprimands you, groaning as he watches you with glee dancing behind his eyes as he wrecks you.

he leans in, whispering softly into your neck as he marks you up again, "be good, baby. you'll have my cock again soon. just gotta make sure your insatiable pussy's satisfied before i fuck my cum into you, okay?"

he smiles when you beg him again and shakes his head, caressing your face with his other hand, damp from him fisting his cock with your wetness, and sighs. "i guess you're really getting dumb, aren't you, sweetheart?" he says, circling your clit with the humming vibrator as he watches you crest another orgasm. "it's okay, cum for me, baby. come on, cum for me. 'm not even making you beg anymore, i'm being so nice," he says almost jovially, as if him forcing a third orgasm out of you is a kindness from his heart.

"that's it— oh, good girl. my good girl," he says softly, soothing your hair before he's back inside of you to fuck you through it again. "oh, good girl. yeah? feels good right? what did i tell you, honey? i know your body better than yourself," he chuckles then groans as you start to beg for his cum and he nods at you, his eyes taking a darker shade as he watches you beg desperately.

"oh, my pretty girl. you beg so sweetly, honey. say it again," he commands and the guttural pull he feels at hearing your voice break as you beg for his cum is his undoing.

he cums, hard, thrusting into you and bottoming out as he bullies one final orgasm out of you right as he cums— loving the feeling of you fluttering around him. "fuck, yes, baby," he gasps and shudders, his hands on your hips so tight that you can already feel it bruising. "yes, yes, yes," he chokes out alongside a litany of your name as he keels over you, his hips stuttering as he fucks his cum into you.

he stays like that for a few minutes, soothing and holding you despite his fucked out state. he coos and praises you, "such a good girl. my good girl. love how you came all over me so much, honey," he says as he presses his mouth against yours in a deep kiss.

then, cheerily, he looks at you and makes you shudder with his next words, "next time, i'm getting six out of you, okay?"

[angelicxmommy]

I was exhausted as I came in the door. I had to work late multiple days and I just wanted to see my boy and cuddle. However, the moment I was inside our home I heard needy whimpers.

I saw him there in front of the couch. Tight, but plump ass completely bare. His body was moving wildly. I heard the needy, pathetic, whiny sounds echoing around the room.

“Mommy, oh, f-fuck, mommy,” came the quivering voice. I heard wet shclicking. My pussy was instant pooling with heat.

“Not tight enough, oh I want my mommy,” my sweet pup moaned.

“What are you doing?” I asked, coming further into the room. He was bright red and a little sweaty. I could taste his embarrassment, and it was delicious.

“M-mommy? You’re home? I thought you’d be later.”

“You’re fucking the couch,” I giggled. His rock hard cock was between two cushions. He was dripping precum everywhere. He looked so humiliated I wanted to pounce on him.

“I-I didn’t want to. I wanted it to be you. I didn’t want to bother you because I know mommy has to work late. I know you’re stressed. I’m sorry I was humping without permission.”

He looked nearly like he might cry. I approached him slowly. He shook at bit as I came forward. The fear in his eyes was beautiful.

I slapped him harshly across his face. He sucked in a breath, but I felt his cock twitch against me.

“That’s for disobedience,” I snapped. Now I shoved my fingers into his mouth. He settled immediately and his eyes fluttered shut.

“And that’s for being so cute, humping a couch like silly pup. You’re so dumb without mommy. You forgot you have a cocksleeve and a vibrating butt plug. You have all those nice things but you put your dick in the couch cushions.”

“So dumb,” he nodded weepily.

“Sit on the couch,” I ordered him. He scrambled to do whatever you I said. I smirked at him. I slowly pulled off my pants. Next, I was taking off my top. He was looking at me with huge doe eyes. He was clearly mesmerised. He always looked at me like a Goddess who had been kind enough to take a chance on him.

“Let mommy take care of that stiffy thing,” I crooned. I straddled him. I teased his tip with my wet cunt. He was panting as if it were already too much.

“Oha baby boy, you’re so hard. Did you really need mommy?” I simpered.

“I needed mommy so bad. I’m so hard. I’ve missed Mommy’s tight, wet, pussy,” he nearly sniffled.

“Here baby,” I cooed and slid down on his cock. His eyes went wide and his mouth smiled in a dreamy expression.

“Oh I wanna cum already,” he moaned.

“Hold it for me baby,” I instructed.

“Yes mommy, no cummies until you say so,” he said with a whiny adoration.

I began to move slowly up and down on his dick. He was spluttering and whining like a slut. He sounded so needy as I kissed him deeply. I swallowed his noises.

“Suckies?” He lisped the question.

“Is your mouth needy too?” I cooed.

“Mhmmm,” he nodded pitifully. I lifted my breast to him. He kissed my tender nipples in gratitude before he latched on.

“That’s a good puppy,” I said gently and played with his hair. I moved up and down on him as he suckled. He wasn’t silent for a moment. He kept making small noises of happiness.

“That’s it, you feel so good. Aww, baby is twitching and leaking inside mommy,” I praised him.

“Baby boy,” I said in warning. I reached down so I could massage his balls. He gasped and nearly choked.

“There’s lots of cummies in there,” I whispered in his ear. He was nearly shaking with lust.

“You wanna put them inside mommy? They’ll all be safe inside mommy, I promise,” I murmured.

“Please, please,” he whispered.

“You gonna put stickies inside me while you nurse?” I teased.

“Fuck, PLEASE!” He moaned and buried his face in my breasts.

“Uh, uh, uh,” he made a whimper with every bounce on his cock.

“That’s it! Good boy!” I cooed at him when I felt his first spurt of cum. The feeling of being filled made me orgasm as well. We were both heaving and sucking on one another’s lips. He was releasing his pent up load into my pussy and I knew he was proud of himself.

“Mommy is so proud of you baby boy,” I breathed, pushing his hair away from his eyes.

“Thank you mommy.”

[rainbowlemonslices]

I hope you learn to listen to science. I genuinely wholeheartedly hope that your experience hasn't harmed you if you truly are a system. Trauma is tough, I hope you find peace.

Endos may be scientifically impossible, and the endo community has done horrible things to the system community as a whole, but I truly do hope you are okay, regardless of being horribly misinformed.

omg our first hate ask! our blog is big enough for that, yippee! /s

violet here! okay, so normally i wouldn’t respond to this kind of thing very intensely because honestly we don’t like getting into syscourse much. however, this is a good time and place to put our stance on things, as well as answer this ask anyways. (everything is going below the cut now since it is a bit long)

okay so first of all, i wanna address the fact that you are implying that we’ve had trauma, and this isn’t really true. sure we’ve had a few scary events and whatnot from when we were younger, but we don’t really have trauma. our family is and was, for the most part, kind and caring as well, and hasn’t informed us of any traumatic events.

back when we thought we were traumagenic, as it was the only type of system we had known of at the time, we were stumped on one thing. where our trauma was. and believe me when i say we dug and dug and dug, trying to find anything that would be traumatic. it became a major life focus, made us paranoid, and made us feel horrible that we hadn’t found anything. we tried to force memories that didn’t exist. starting becoming scared of things that had never happened to us. tried to reason that fictive exomemories must be telling us something about our past trauma. and yet, we found nothing.

so, despite having no trauma whatsoever, we still felt all of these things. we were scared, and felt horribly like frauds. during therapy sessions about plurality, we shared almost nothing because we were scared that because we couldn’t find our trauma, that we couldn’t be real. we were told by both the therapist and our mom that our headmates were not real. cyan started to push us away in fear. headmates began to hide themselves away too. even our happy littles, who are the whole reason we know we’re plural, hid. the only two people near the front were cyan and purple. both of them were screaming and crying at each other. cyan told purple to go away because e “wasn’t real”. purple broke, and after months of feeling so happy together, we broke apart, feeling more empty than before.

and yet, the headmates never really left. we continued to show up, even though many of us were in denial about being real. we are still there, a long time after being told we didn’t exist. we still experience changes in who controls the body, contrasting likes and dislikes, very different personalities from each other. we were still there.

so, we eventually stumbled onto the term endogenic, and things just kind of clicked. hearing that we are a system, even though it wasn’t caused by trauma was life changing. finally, we started to feel whole, we started to feel like we understood and belonged. we realized that we are still real, and much more real than we were when we were digging for trauma that didn’t exist. that’s how we know we’re real. we know our own experiences, and one person telling us that we’re “scientifically impossible” and doing “horrible things to the system community” isn’t going to change that fact that we exist.

however, i’m not done yet. you happened to say that endos are “scientifically impossible” and doing “horrible things to the system community”, as previously mentioned. however, these claims aren’t really very true.

firstly, i would love if you could provide me some actual evidence that endogenic systems can’t exist, since you are the one making such a claim. secondly, some evidence for endos being harmful would also be great as well.

thing number one, here is an article that is commonly brought up in endo related debates that i could not leave out. i suggest you check it out and give it a good read. since it is a source that mostly speaks for itself, i will simply let you read the many pages worth of information on endogenic systems.

in addition to that, here is another article i found on my own time, and while it is not particularly about endogenic systems, i felt it was informative regardless. i would like to preface this by saying i am not exact a fan of this article, as there were some parts that i didn’t like how it was written and what not, but it is a third person perspective, neutral group, with no bias. if i am reading it correctly (which i really do hope i am, though sometimes i do fail on my reading comprehension), the article is about the ties in plurality and other identities, as well as making comparisons in traumagenic plurality versus other pluralities, tulpas and endos. primarily, the comparison section is about tulpas and traumagenic, and i am not well educated on those, so i will be leaving that part at that. what i’m primarily here to call out is the way it describes how similar the experiences and symptoms are noted from both traumagenic systems and nontraumagenic systems, as well as the segments where it states that many traumagenic systems may not meet all the criteria’s for a diagnosis. i bring this up because it seems as if some anti endos think that to be plural you MUST fit all of the diagnostic criteria AND be traumagenic, when this does not appear to be true. the DSM is NOT a holy text, and scientists discover new things quite frequently.

for you last point, i’m a bit confused on where you’re getting that the endo community has “done horrible things to the system community as a whole”. i have never seen that before, and that is an incredibly bold claim to make without presenting any evidence of this happening. since i’m not exactly sure what you are talking about, or what you mean by “horrible things”, i will just says that endos are not harming the plural community. for starters, “plural” is a term that INCLUDES endos, and i believe it was MADE for this purpose (however i currently cannot find the source for this information, i have seen it many times). so, by pushing endos away, the PLURAL community is being harmed. i since i assume you are equating traumagenic to DID/OSDD (which i believe are not the same, but i am unsure of where any sources on that are either), i would also like to inform you that i have NEVER seen an endogenic system claim to have DID or OSDD. endogenic systems are NOT inherently claiming to be a disordered system. we are NOT taking away from traumagenic systems.

that being said, i would LOVE to inform you that we ARE okay, and are doing quite well as we are becoming informed on endogenic systems. thank you for your time to anyone who read this!

also please let me know if i said anything stupid, or messed up! i have no idea if i’m doing this right at all! i’ve never really done syscourse like this before so this is a first! (and please let me know if the second source is bad, since i bet someone is much better at reading and breaking down those types of studies and articles)

[actuallysaiyan]

Sometimes it feels like forever when Kenpachi leaves for a mission. You long for him to return. Sometimes he leaves you with Yachiru as well. He trusts you to take good care of her, and you and Yachiru get along very well.

She looks up to you like you’re her mother or an older sister in a way. Whenever Kenpachi has to leave you both for something important, you notice how she seems to cling to you a little harder and she mentions how much she misses Ken-chan.

This time around, you were missing him more than her. She was happily going about her life. She was clinging to you less. But this time, you were clinging to her. You even cried in your sleep as you missed your big, barbaric man.

Yachiru picks up on your sadness right away and asks you about it. You try to downplay it, but you mention how much you miss Kenpachi.

And when Kenpachi comes home, she and him spend some time together. Yachiru casually mentions how much you were missing him. He finds it so endearing that you were this lonely without his company,

It’s only later that night that Kenpachi finally gets to have some alone time with you. He finds himself aroused at the very thought of you missing him so much that you’d cry for him.

That’s why he has you bent in half, his cock punching in and out of your tight, wet heat. He growls as he fucks you harder, causing more of that slick to dribble out of your hole.

“Missed me that much, huh?” He purrs. “You should have just come with me, baby girl.”

You whine in response; your nails digging into the muscle of his arms. He smirks at the way you’re reacting to all of this. His face nuzzles in the crook of your neck as he helps guide your legs to wrap around his large frame.

“I wish I didn’t have to leave you sometimes, honey.” Kenpachi grunts. “Wish I could stay home all day and breed your little pussy.”

You cry out when you feel his thumb on your clit. He smirks at you, shushing you ever so smugly. 

“You don’t wanna wake Yachiru, now do ya?”

You shake your head, not wanting to wake the girl up. She would have too many questions and none of them you wish to answer just yet. You want her to experience life and the world a bit more before you have to explain to her the birds and the bees.

Kenpachi brings you back into the moment with a searing kiss. His tongue penetrates your mouth, making you whimper. You kiss him back with equal passion, your little hands reaching up to cup his face so you can hold him even closer.

Your tongues wrestle together for dominance, in which Kenpachi easily overpowers you. His tongue explores your mouth; he’s hungry to taste more of you as he pumps into you faster and harder. He’s enjoying watching you squirm under him, he loves the way your eyes roll back with every harsh thrust against that sweet spot deep inside of you.

“Should fuck a baby into you,” he pants as he pulls away from you. A string of saliva keeps you connected. “How would you like that, huh? A little Kenpachi junior to keep you company?”

You chuckle softly, “Won’t Yachiru get jealous?”

Kenpachi thrusts deeper into you, assuring you that Yachiru would love to have a little sibling. Something about this seems to excite you both so much. Kenpachi reaches down to grip your hips, pulling you into him with each harsh thrust. He looks at you deeply; his eyes boring into yours.

“I can tell you’d love that,” he smirks. “You want to be bred, don’t you? Oh how good you’d look all swollen with my baby growing inside of you.”

He’s fucking you harder and faster now; your legs are propped up on his shoulder once more. You cry out as you feel your tummy flipping over and over as your orgasm builds quicker than you can fully comprehend. Kenpachi spreads your thighs a little more; he leans in to spit on your already swollen clit.

“Come on,” he coaxes as he rubs your clit in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me. Milk this cock.”

The way he’s talking to you like this, it’s turning you on beyond your own comprehension. He’s one to say filthy things, but never anything this sexy. Your thighs are shaking as the pleasure becomes almost too much. Stars dance in your vision as you fall off the edge.

“K-Ken!” You moan loudly, and he captures your lips with his in another fierce kiss.

The pulsing and clenching of your walls pull him over the edge along with you. He leans in to growl in your ear words of praise and more of the same breeding rhetoric. You cling to him as you try to ground yourself from such an intense climax. Kenpachi fills you with his seed; the fluid begins to leak out of you before he even pulls out.

He then grips your legs, pulling you up so your pelvis tilts back. You squeal in surprise. He smirks as he takes a good look at your abused hole. You whine as he stuffs two fingers into your still pulsating pussy.

“Don’t want to waste it. We want it to take, right?”

taglist: @beneathstarryskies @misty-angerose @seireiteihellbutterfly @yeowangies @felixmr.

Thank you to @/benkeibear @adornedwithlight. for the pretty dividers!!!

a/n: the next fic to come is the Scarred!Nanami one! Look forward for that ;)

[gigisdoll]

Cw: stepcest, reader's a lil dumb , mommy kink... I mean come on gang, degradation nd praise, reader is described as small gang, nicknames like pup,baby,princess,puppy,goodgirl ambot, infidelity, groping, breeding

Pairings: g!p step mom!rina x stepdaughter! reader

Notes: hai wsg , ok see you guys in three weeks

You were always her little girl, once Karina married into your small and quiet family, she set down strict rules your father never posed a distaste to. You never did either, always following her commands, no matter no ridiculous it sounded.

Tonight, you wanted to learn about big girl things! Why sometimes you feel icky in your princess parts when mommy sometimes rubs her thigh in your sensitive spot, or why you feel so wet down there whenever she'd call you cute nicknames like: baby, puppy, good girl. You stood there, in your cute, pink, night gown Karina bought you just last week. Standing there, in her room, you stayed silent, your big doe eyes and small stature felt too fragile for Karina to corrupt. "Mommy... I need your help" your small voice only slightly startled the sleeping woman, her sleepy eyes looking at you confused, "Baby, what is it now? " Karina's voice was raspy, her hands rubbing her blurry eyes trying to get a better look at you. "I-I..., " you felt so embarrassed, blush spreading across your cheeks "I wanna learn about why I feel so icky down there sometimes mommy, can... you help me?" You hid yourself in your hands, your flushed face felt so hot.

"Baby, don't be so embarrassed, it's only natural, " Karina sighed. Has she been waiting for this? Maybe, is she excited? Possibly, has she been dreaming of this moment? Yes. "Come, baby, sit. " she patted an empty spot on her bed, you shuffled yourself onto the bed, grasping your thighs with your clamped fists and looking down at the ground. "When do you feel icky, hm? Is it when I do this? " her hand slipped up your night gown so quickly you couldn't even process it, until her hand cupped your already wet panties "Hah! Mommy, what're you doin'? " you muttered out "Or maybe when I do this? " her free hand groped your chest, "B-both mommy! Why are you doing this? " you whimper out, looking at Karina with curiosity lacing your voice "Because, I need to know everything about you, don't hide anything from me, okay?, " her hands swiftly pick you up and sat you down onto her lap "you don't wanna be a bad girl right? " you shook your head so vigorously it made you dizzy.

Her hands roamed your body, testing and examining your sensitivity, experimenting how hard or soft she could go on you, which places made you moan the loudest or whine the most. "You like that, baby? " her voice was raspy, her head was snug on the crook of your neck, intoxicated by the smell of you. You bucked your hips forward, the wet spot on your panties was growing larger and larger by the second, your desperate humps on her thigh were laughably pitiful "Wan' more mommy.. " you were almost crying because of your neediness "More of what princess? Tell me, use your words. " her hands help your hips rub your cunt against her wet thighs, her cock was painfully hard, but she never took notice, only noticing your teary eyes, your small whimpers, the way you bite your lip so slightly incase your moans get too loud. God, she was so happy to be your first, and if she can, your last. "I feel weird, mommy. I need... something, but I don't know what.. " Karina knew what you needed, it was her, well.. her cock atleast, she smirked arrogantly, she was gonna ruin you for every person who's lucky enough to put their cock in you. She was gonna make sure your pussy was gonna be shaped like her dick.

"I know what you need, princess. " your eyes light up, you knew mommy would help you out, like always :3 "Look you see this? " she pointed at her bulge, poking out of her evening gown, she lifted up her dress "Yes mommy... I- is this what I need? " she only nodded, her thumb hooks itself on the hem of her panties, removing it—her cock sprung up, her pre-cum splattering on your face "You need'a suck it, real good, yeah? And then, you put it up your lil cunny, understood? " you once again nod, kneeling on the floor, you stick your tongue out to lick the tip of Karina's cock, you open your mouth slightly bigger, the girth of her tip alone was huge, how was it supposed to fit inside you? "Suck, baby, take as much of it as you can, don't worry, I'll help. " her hand grips your hair, pushing your head farther and farther,till you had just a quarter of her cock left to engulf in your mouth "c'mon baby, you can take more, can't you? " Karina lifts your chin up, looking at you—pouting. You felt bad for not being able to take her dick in your mouth all the way in, but your eyes were so teary and your throat was starting to hurt that you could barely fit in oxygen :((

You come up for air, gasping, crying and whining sooo much. It almost made Rina just shove you back down and make you suck her off. "Shh.. Shh, my poor baby, can't suck me off, right?" Karina pet your hair and consoled you. "Get up, princess..." You slowly got up from the ground, still wincing from your sore throat. "Lie down, and take off your panties, yeah? Promise, this won't hurt as much.. If you're wet enough that is" you lie down on the bed, taking off your soaked panties, Karina looked at your beautifully wet cunt in amazement. "God.. You're perfect in every way, princess.." She stroked her cock till it was hard as a rock. She took her hand and slapped her cock on your slick pussy, "It'll hurt at first baby, but it'll be a'okay.." Her tip probes your entrance, she pushes it in as gently as possible. It was so hard to control herself. The warmth and wetness of your pussy combined with your tightness—god, she felt dizzy.

"Wan' more mommy.." You whine, but Karina needed more, so she pushed in further, and further until you were filled to the brim of her cock, "You want me to move, pup?" You only nod, the only sensation you can feel was the feeling of her tip poking your cervix, her hips move slowly, meeting yours as your sweaty skin slapped together. You moaned, whimpered, whined, every sound coming out of your mouth only drove Karina more insane, her mind hazy with sex. Her hips move on their own, pounding into you as her mouth hangs agape.

Your face was flushed, saliva drooling down to your titties. Your pussy tightening around her cock so easily as you grip down on your bed sheets, hoping—wishing for something to ground you. "Like that cock, baby? Want me to go faster, hm?" You nod profusely as her hips meet yours faster. Her groans increase as she digs her dick deeper inside of you "g-gonna get you pregnant, princess... You like that? Having yo- fuck- hah-.. Your mommy's babies? Huh?" The sweat on her forehead dripped down as her head tilted down on your neck, biting it. That was your last straw as the knot in your stomach releases and the pressure... God the tightness, it increased even more.

Karina lets out the loudest moan she ever has as she fills you up "O-oh.. God I love that pussy, baby.. You like me filling you up? Is the icky feeling gone, pup?" You panted and whimper, still amazed by the feeling of being full. "Can't think right puppy? I get it.. I'll clean you up, baby. Don't tell your father, okay? Promise me you won't" "I won't mommy.. " Karina chuckles and pets your hair "Good girl."

[nottapossum]

I can't lie, I'm a sucker for Little!Alastor and we definitely get enough interaction between the two. So I'm just obsessed with Little Alastor and Little Angel having a playdate with their respective caregivers-

(also I follow you on wattpad if you couldn't tell from the same username :])

Oh, yeah! Hiii!! I freaking love your username!!!!

That would be an adorable playdate!!!

🌹Husk and Rosie (the friend of Alastor that Husk actually likes) would place their little ones on a playmat in the center of the room while they hang out on the couch and chat.

Rosie: "So, how are things going with you and Angel?"

Husk shrugs: "I think it's going okay, for the most part... but, it's been an adjustment for sure."

Rosie: "That's expected. You seem to be doing a fine job so far though."

Husk: "I don't know, Sometimes Angel cries... Actually, he cries a lot. And I don't know why or what I'm supposed to do about it. It's frustrating, and...it hurts that I can't do anything... you know?"

Rosie nods: "Have you talked to him about it?"

Husk sighs: "I've tried, but he never wants to talk about it. I think he knows what the problem is, he just doesn't want to tell me."

Rosie: "If he's not telling you, it's probably because it's too hard to talk about... but the fact that he's crying to you about it says something. He trusts you to comfort him and help him feel better."

Husk: "You think so?"

Rosie: "I know so, I've seen you with Angel, sweetie. You're doing a great job. Don't ever doubt that."

Husk nods: "Thanks, Ro."

She'd be so good at giving him advice that works and being so comforting when he's feeling unsure of himself.

They may even become real friends. Who knows.

🦌Angel and Alastor would just be staring at each other for a long time...

Angel with nervousness,

Alastor with a big creepy smile on his face.

Both would be nervous at first until Angel offers Alastor one of his blocks...

Alastor: *Looks at it, then at Angel confused.*

Angel points to the tower he's making. "You can add it to my tower...if you wanna."

Alastor tilts his head. "Tower? Wadio Tower?"

Angel: *Shrugs.* "Sure."

Alastor places the block on top of the tower. Luckily, it doesn't fall.

Angel smiles at Alastor. "You want to help me build more?"

Alastor nods, laughing evily: "More Towers!!!"

Angel laughs. "Yer funny. I like that."

Alastor smiles genuinely at Angel before building yet another tower together.

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I gotta write them having a playdate as an actual one-shot or chapter.

They're both just so cute!!!

@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @im-not-paying-my-taxes @ask-dusty-boy @abby5577 @attagirljessy @legeufygeuber100 @stormy-is-hyperfixated @hinata-chan-utaitelover @thatswhat24

[macfrog]

have you ever shared a list of your favorite books? if not, i’d love to hear about what you’re into!

i don't think i have! let's get into it (i'm quite boring, sorry in advance)

i love coming of age stuff, books written for or by women, bonus points if it's weird and twisty and ugly. i like to be haunted by a story after i've finished it, for one reason or another. some that fit into those categories are ;

➵ fen and sisters, both by daisy johnson. this woman is my god. i could (and will) scream about her all day long do not get me started i will become insufferable :)

➵ salt slow by julia armfield. a petting zoo of women who bite. magical realism in all its juicy, icky glory. shout out to formerly feral, but the entire thing is theeee shittttt

➵ chlorine by jade song. menacing, addictive, brutal. couldn't bring myself to love nor hate the main character and that's what made her so brilliant.

➵ normal people by sally rooney. just some real, heart-splitting writing that makes it hurt to be human. what's funny is the show didn't do it for me, but i found the book devastating

➵ slug by hollie mcnish. different vibe to the others on this list, but never fails to make me cry. grief, girlhood, grandmothers and good humor and what's not to love there!!!!

➵ to kill a mockingbird by harper lee. because sometimes i just wanna throw on my overalls and hang from a tire swing in maycomb, ok? it's healing. it's who i am. (comfort book of all time)

i have a reading list as long as my arm, but feel free to stop by with recs, or scream about your own favorites anytime. i love hearing what y’all think .xx

[twistedastrology]

- let's talk about pop astrology. -

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u can tell from the singular period in the title that this is not gonna be very positive So let's talk abt why i absolutely hate pop astrology!!!!!!!

and to be fair i will recognize what good pop astrology has done, it popularized the subject ofc and it is partially the reason i got into astrology, so while i cant be Too mad at it, i Did get into astrology thru pop astrology to essentially disprove pop astrology soo... 😵‍💫

real quick btw, and this does actually have significance in this post im not just promoting it to promote it, i have an ig now for my astrology stuff- @twistedastrology on ig go follow me there if u fuck with ig-

But if u saw my about me post on there, you'll have seen the slide where i talked abt why i actually got into astrology- to save you some time ill put it here, but please do go follow me on ig anyway if u like what i do and wanna support me 😵‍💫

like i said, when i got into astrology, i instantly noticed how many of the same keywords were regurgitated for everything.

that's what i notice most in pop astrology.

pop astrology is where everyone says cancers are crybabies, leos are narcissists, aries are hotheaded and impulsive, capricorns are cold and unemotional, geminis are two-faced, etc.

unfortunately and also fortunately at the same time, i have ungodly pattern recognition in just about everything, so of course i was gonna notice the same thing being said about the same sign and the same house and the same planet over and over again-

and to clarify before we continue (random disclaaaimeerrrrr- hey. dont do Anything that i say in this song-), this is what i personally have observed and experienced with pop astrology, im not sayin that it's All like this, but im talkin abt the very surface level, shallow kinda stuff.

that kinda stuff is what made me not resonate with my rising sign and be incredibly confused by my sun sign-

i would read "what ur like based on ur rising!!!! Cancer: U cry too much." and feel so shitty bro- id have to go look at every other sign to see which one i resonated with more and it was very rarely one of my big 3.

so naturally i was incredibly confused abt astrology but for me, that didnt deter me.

the stereotypes and stuff offered by pop astrology are incredibly harmful and play a huge part in making people not believe in astrology as a whole.

say someone's an aries sun and they read one of those posts for aries sun right- the post says something along the lines of "ur incredibly impulsive, ambitious and extroverted!!! u probably cant control ur anger" and it doesn't resonate whatsoever because guess what their rising sign is capricorn (side note: why do i always manage to default to aries/capricorn in my examples im gonna laugh 😭😭😭) and their saturn is in cap too-

but ofc they wouldnt know their rising or their saturn sign bc those aren't focused on in pop astrology- it's all sun, moon and rising-

the sun, in my opinion, is actually one of the least important placements in a natal chart- and i can do an entire post on my take on the sun dont worry i actually rly want to- but to explain why i think that real quick, the sun is the culmination of the chart, it's not its own placement.

so every other placement in your chart has influence over it, that's why i never related to taurus sun stuff because i dont have any other earth placements in my chart and mercury in gemini is my dominant planet- so i had to look at gemini sun stuff, but i didnt know that until i was like knee deep into astrology.

stereotypes are not only harmful, but also largely inaccurate.

and pop astrology also loves to convey the understanding that astrology can be segmented into little pieces, when it absolutely cannot.

"what drives u based on ur mars sign!! cancer mars: ur family :))))" Die.

BUT- say someone Does actually relate to that!!! there's 2 possibilities: they relate to it and they have mars in cancer OR they relate to it and they Don't have mars in cancer

in both of these scenarios, we are completely overlooking the rest of the chart-

you can't make astrology bite sized without also stripping it of all depth. but you can't deliver in depth astrology without it being overwhelming.

kind of a lose-lose, huh?

here's where we need to understand astrology as if it is a science.

astrology is literally an ecosystem, this is how ive always viewed it. you can't interpret one planet on it's own without taking into consideration the aspects it has to it, the degree it's in, the signs that the planets aspecting it are in.

this is scary, yes, and a great way to ward off beginners, absolutely. But if you think it's scary, then you're overlooking the beauty of learning about something that's an ecosystem.

the beauty is you can't interpret one thing on its own, because everything else will follow.

you cant sit down and learn one thing, because you'll learn a whole slew of things and feel like it's never ending- which can be overwhelming for some and satisfying for others.

imagine walking on a floor covered in wires that are tangled with each other. you kneel down and try to pick up one wire and while you can see part of it clearly, it also brings up like 500 other wires for you to untangle as well.

that's what learning astrology is like.

in my experience, i picked up mercury, and mercury brought with it gemini, saturn, what sextiles are, what conjunctions are, the sun, degree theory, aries, and it just kept going.

and the more wires you pick up, the more wires they bring with them.

this is why i hate pop astrology so much- they're picking up one wire, cutting both visible ends of it and ripping it out of tangled mess that is the floor we stand on.

now we don't know where the rest of that wire is because it was forcibly removed from the bunch.

SO! this is why i try so hard to make these posts and explain how literally Everything depends.

"what about mercury in this sign?"

"ya sure! so here's what i think it Could mean, but ultimately it depends."

"depends on..?"

"the entire rest of the chart."

"oh."

anyway i think im abt done yapping now but i hope this made sense- i think the next post i do will probably be the sun one so be on the lookout for that- and again i have an ig for astrology stuff now, link is at the top here- and i have plans to eventually probably make a tiktok as well for astrology but im still figuring that out so ill let you know what happens with that But!!!

thank u for reading i appreciate u and dont be afraid to think in depth abt vast concepts, that is where the mind is exalted 🙏🙏

[befabeebee]

Carl Grimes x Fem!reader

Scenario: Laying in bed together after a really hard day.

TW: Fluff, Kissing, suggestive of you really squint

Intended lowercase!

Nothing I write is proofread either!! 🤍

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When you and carl first started dating you were nervous to open up to him about your issues. You thought that the things you’d both had been through in different parts of your lives would collide together and cause issues. You couldn’t have been more wrong.

“hey, what are you doing in here all by yourself? I thought you’d be down stairs with judith and maggie, is something wrong?”

He asked with caution, making sure not to say anything to make you snap or upset. He cared a lot for you but knew how you were when you were upset.

“Im fine carl… I just had a long day… that’s all.”

Your head buried into the pillow made it hard to hear and your soft voice muffled but it was loud and clear to him that you weren’t okay. He sits down on the bed,

“you can talk to me if something up. I’ll listen, i always do.”

He rubs your back as you emerge from under the puffy blanket that you wrapped yourself in.

“I’ve just been really tired and upset about the littlest things and i didn’t wanna snap at you.”

You sit up and sniffle.

“I care about you and don’t wanna make you feel like you did something wrong just because I get mad at you.”

His face softens and he scoots closer to you bring you in for a hug, this makes you start crying, the relief of his body against yours makes you break down, no body else makes you feel that way.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me baby, I get it, we all have hard days. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You cry into his shoulder and tighten your grip around his neck and arm, clinging to him for comfort and safety, like a child, pretty pathetic but he didn’t seem to mind.

“If you need time alone I can give you your space, I just wanted to check on you”

He gets up to leave but you gently grab his wrist to stop him.

“Can you actually stay with me? I feel like i’ll start feeling better if you’re here next to me”

He pauses and then nods to you.

“I will definitely stay with you”

He climbs into bed with you, moving your hair out of your face and pulling your head into his chest. He strokes your head with the pad of his thumb. The movement and slow breaths you both take calms your nerves and relaxes you.

“I’m so glad i have you. You’re my everything..”

He kisses your head and brings you in closer.

“Me too.. I’m glad we’re on the same page…”

He chuckles softly and litters small kisses along your face making you giggle. You manage to hold his face away from yours to catch your breath. You cup his face in your both your hands and look into his eyes.

“God you drive me crazy…”

You giggle and pull him in for a kiss. He wraps his hand around your lower waist and leans into you. You entangle your fingers in his hair and deepen the kiss. You pull away for air.

“I wish we could stay like this forever…”

“me too.. This is too good leave behind.”

You rest your head in the crook of his neck and pepper small kisses down it. He rubs your back and whispers sweet nothing into your ear, you fall alseep in his arms. Your breaths in sync and your hearts beating rhythmically against one another.

Who knew carl was such a lover.

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A/N: This sucked so bad bc I wrote it at 6:00 in the morning. I want to write more with carl bc i’m in love with him but I’ll get to that later. I need more ideas !! 🎀🤍

[mikajunie]

how to deal with failure when all you know how to do is beat up yourself (as an adhder)

please read this if you are a chronic self-loather like myself.

i used to hate myself for everything i did; the way i talk and walk, my accomplishments, my daily activities, how i cannot keep up with my peers, all that jazz. and especially as a late-diagnosed adhder this gets worse overtime. i ended up getting into a 6-month burnout, failed 3 classes and have to extend one semester, and i had lost my identity as a person.

overall i was just a breathing, walking flesh with depressive thoughts every day.

but after many many months of rediscovering myself, i have come up with the conclusion that life gets easier when i don't fucking hate myself.

shocker, right? ik this is probably like a 'obviously' type of thing, but i think many ppl with adhd can confirm that this is one of the hardest pills to swallow.

but trust me, you don't need to feel bad!!! and i will tell you how to do it down below. pls read, i hope it helps.

(keep in mind im not a psychiatrist or a therapist btw i just wanna help fellow ppl with adhd)

reminder #1: adhd makes you more prone to making mistakes - beating yourself up for every failure is torture.

as people with adhd, we are more prone to making more mistakes and questionable decisions. we are just built that way. we can work on it, but that's our baseline.

self loathing encourages you to beat up your baseline. your default state. your non-productive mode.

beating yourself up for making a mistake is literally like beating up a cat for sleeping. humans are bound to make mistakes, and us with adhd are bound to make more. it's fine, let yourself breathe. im not saying we cannot do anything right or that our mistakes are permissible, but missing an alarm clock or forgetting things we want to say are not surprising. it's just embedded inside us, so either be miserable for the rest of your life or work on reframing your thoughts on failure in general.

reminder #2: you can learn how to be better even if you don't beat yourself up for it

these neurotypical adults who tell you that you should feel bad about failing are stupid. and whoever tell you that negative reinforcement is needed for you to get better are the dumbest motherfuckers ever.

you don't need to feel bad to ge better.

in fact, once you don't feel too bad about it, you can focus more on how to do better in the future instead of replaying the past over and over again.

literally after almost failing college, i only realized that i should not be hard on myself. literally. i remember deciding i should try being nice on myself and now boom! i feel better AND i actually have been working towards fixing my life more and more.

and you know whats the best part?? i can finally start enjoying my life again!!

reminder #3: not everything you do is a failure. seriously.

this is a thought pattern i keep seeing in every person with adhd.

"nothing i can do is right" WRONG!!!! you do some things wrong but you also do some things right!!!! quit discrediting yourself

now try acknowledging your failures:

cry about it first. let yourself sit in and feel your feelings first. you can continue after you finish crying about it

do some form of meditation that helps you clear out your mind. i suggest just 5 minutes or until you don't feel as heavy anymore

let yourself know that failing is an action and consequence, not a part of your identity. it is not you: you are someone who succeeds and fails sometimes. you can fail, but that does not mean everything you do will be a failure.

identify what kind of failure you're thinking about , why you feel so shitty about it, and what you should do for next time. it'd be good if you could write this down. here is an example from me:

failure: failing out of class

what happened: i failed bc i kept procrastinating and ended up sleeping in, so i could not submit on time

consequences of event: i had to retake the class, paid a significant amount of money, and now i cant graduate on time with my friends

why i feel shitty: i feel so left behind and stupid. i feel like this is such a stupid mistake that was easily avoidable.

and now i have so many thoughts in my mind right now, like "how can i be so stupid? how can i be so careless? this is such a stupid mistake."

now notice. if you also think like this, you are actively judging yourself. you are being so mean to yourself, and for what? would you ever told your friends they are so stupid and dumb for making careless mistakes? even if it's stupid, you wouldn't say it to their faces.

after identifying everything, confirm what actually happened, reframe your thoughts, and apologize to yourself:

"How can I be so careless?" -> It's not intentional, and I did try my best to work on it. It's not my fault my executive dysfunction took over the better part of me.

"How can I be so stupid?" -> Just because I cannot initiate tasks as well as the others, it doesn't mean i'm stupid. i am pretty good at other things, i cannot expect myself to be good at everything.

"This is such a stupid mistake." -> It is stupid, and that's... okay. It's fine. I accept it, I'll work on how to make it better in the future.

when you combat negative thoughts, make sure you combat them not only with facts but also with empathy and future action-focused thoughts.

the key is to focus on what you can do now, not what you should have done.

because focusing on the past is very very unhelpful.

now please focus on what you can do now:

Make small goals for the future.

What you should not say:

"I promise I will try harder to focus" -> Nope, you are relying on your ADHD symptom to not be ADHD anymore... which is impossible.

"I promise I won't forget next time" -> Same thing.

"I promise I will make a routine that I will stick to" -> This is too idealist, don't commit to anything for a long run, it's just setting yourself up for more failure.

What you should say instead:

"Next time, I will try to write it down so I won't forget next time" -> Tell yourself the clear steps on what you need to do. You cannot rely on your brain to just be better, come up with actions that can support you!

"Next time, I will set more alarms and ask a friend to remind me. In fact, I will do it now" -> Commit to things you can do immediately! The faster, the better so you won't lose this momentum. Stop thinking that your future self is 100% reliable. Always assume you need to do it as soon as possible to help yourself in the future.

"Next time, I will try out this routine and see if it works or not" -> Experiment with routines. Routines don't last long, so don't give youreelf empty promises. Instead, accept that your routine will chance every once in a while so you need to learn what works or not.

Apologize and forgive yourself

Say sorry to yourself.

It's normal to make mistakes, and it's unrealistic to think you won't make more.

Move on

Seriously. Don't sit on it too much.

Once you know what you need to do to not fail in the future and you have written it down... just let it go.

You don't need to feel bad to grow. You don't need to feel bad to be better.

You are allowed to feel good about yourself.

In fact, you should feel better about yourself now because you are showing your commitment to getting better by reading this long ass post.

Pat yourself in the back.

Failure has its consequences already, you don't need to punish yourself more. Please get something nice.

Failing is EXHAUSTING. Please give yourself a snack or some gaming time.

Allow yourself to breathe.

We are humans, we are not failures. We succeed and fail sometimes, not all the time.

Be nice to yourself, you have been through a lot.

[dogboner]

personal growth is crazy because it seems like nothing has changed until you're crying because you don't want to die. you learn something about yourself that ten years ago would have actually killed you, and now you're thinking about what you can do to heal and make peace with it. nothing may have changed to you, but to the person you were however long ago, you are the "it gets better"

[goldiipond]

many lines in tpn dub are delivered in such a way that they are able to take permanent residence in my brain and routinely beat the shit out of me. this is how you know if an anime dub is good