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[maskyartist]

anyone else have this weird reply highlight shit n hate it? Cause I do.

[glossysoap]

dirty talk ; captain mactavish | soap it up!

summary: snippets of what captain mactavish would say in bed.

this is also my first contribution towards @glitterypirateduck ‘soap it up’ challenge! thank you for encouraging entries even after the deadline lol, it’s much appreciated. and as always, if anyone is interested in a more fleshed out version of any of these headcanons, i’m open to writing a more detailed fic about it.

prompts used:

“I’ll take care of you.”

“If you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?”

“I’m going to marry you.”

warnings/tags: 18+, fem reader/afab, oral (f), fingering, squirting, mating press. this isn’t as rough as i would usually like to make it but i’ll make a rougher version soon :) also i whipped this up in like 2 hours in the middle of the night while i was fighting sleep so be gentle <3

notes: bolded sentences = lines he would say in bed.

word count: 1-1.5k

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“Love this pretty fuckin’ pussy so much.” He murmurs softly into your skin, his stubble scratching against the warmth of your inner thigh as his strong arms work on holding your legs apart for him. Icy blue eyes studying your cunt with all of the focus ingrained in a captain — wearing a wolfish grin as he commits every detail to memory. As if it were the first time he ever saw it.

“Love you so much.” Then his eyes would flicker up to your face to gauge your reaction as he uses one thick finger to trace your slick folds. He takes his time gathering your juices on his fingers and spreading your lips apart. His lips quirk into a grin as he sees you bite your lip and your brows furrow. Before you could return his affections, his finger had begun dipping inside your folds.

But just dipping. Not giving you enough stimulation to get off but just enough to make your heart race. Enough to make you frustrated.

“Fuck, John! Please! Just touch me!” You beg, voice cracking as you look down at where he lay between your legs.

“I am touchin’ ye.” He looks up at you, feigning confusion as his finger continues to tease your slit so cruelly. “What do ye’ mean?”

“Mm, you know what I mean.” You try to stifle a moan as he traces little figure eights right at your entrance, only dipping just a fraction further inside. Keyword: try.

“If you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?” He asks, the skin around his eyes crinkling as he grins.

He loved your pathetic little whimpers and whines when you were so desperate for his tongue or his cock. But what he loved even more was feeling how drenched you were for him. He loved the unabashed moans that fell from your lips as you writhe in pleasure.

So he stopped teasing.

“So fuckin’ wet for me. Just soaking my fingers, lass.” He smiles as he pushes a thick finger in all the way to the knuckle, slipping in so easily from how slick you were. Your breath hitches as he dips his head down, letting his breath fan against your cunt. Just as he’s slipping in a second finger, his mouth is on your pussy. Lapping at your folds in wide and messy stripes, licking up all of your juices and moaning against your sensitive skin.

“Oh my God!” You cry out, hand moving to grab a fistful of his mohawk in an attempt to find purchase.

“Mmm, fuck! You taste so fucking good. Could do this all day.” He moans into your cunt, sending vibrations to your core. He’s so loud about it, dipping his tongue inside you and wrapping his lips around your swollen clit and sucking. All the while, his two fingers were pumping in and out beneath his tongue, preparing you for the stretch of his cock. His two fingers alternated between pumping at a cruel pace and scissoring inside your warmth, making you cry out. With his mouth making a mess of your pussy and his fingers moving in tandem, wet squelching sounds had started mixing with your moans.

“Please, please, please, John!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for. He was already touching you. But you just couldn’t help it. You had so much tension and stimulation built up, you needed to do something.

“Aw,” he can’t help but coo mockingly, “Dinnae worry, mo ghraidh.” My love.

“I’ll always take care o’ ye.” He grins against your throbbing cunt, before coming up from between your legs and switching your position in five seconds flat. He hikes your legs above his shoulders, knees pressed against your chest to leave you perfectly spread open for him.

With that same wolfish grin, he rubbed the head of his cock along your wet folds. He loved how soaked you were already, how much your juices were coating his cock. He heard your little gasp at the teasing and he saw your hips desperately buck up into the air. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you were so needy to be filled and fucked.

He taps the head of his cock against your swollen clit a few times, before pressing it against your entrance.

“Squeezin’ me so tight, love. Can barely move.” He chuckles in your ear when he first pushes in, easing his cock inside your cunt inch by inch. You gasp at his girth as he eases inside — his cock is always an adjustment for you, especially after a dry spell. He gives a small hiss from how tight you were, then after a minute, he groans because of how slippery and warm you were around his cock. Always taking him so well.

“That’s it, that’s it…” He croons into your ear as you clench around his cock, your juices mixing with his as he pumps in and out. You could feel his stubble scratching against your skin as he spoke, sending an additional chill down your spine as you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

He angles his hips a bit different so he can hit you even deeper. When he hears you sharply gasp, he laughs.

“Yeah, did I find that spot? Hmm?” He croons in your ear, not waiting for a response before his hips pick up the pace. He keeps hitting that sensitive spot in your cunt with thrust, groaning in your ear when he feels you squeeze him so good.

“Gonna fill you up, gonna make you mine.” He all but growls in your ear as he feels himself grow closer to his own release. He feels himself throbbing inside you, that knot inside his stomach growing tighter and tighter. All he wanted to do was fold your legs up to your chest and pump you full of his cum. He wanted to hear you whine and moan from being so full, all while having his cum trickle down from your soaked cunt.

“Good fuckin’ girl. I swear, one day I’m gonna marry ye’.” He murmurs in your ear, voice all gruff and husky as you gush all over his cock. Your cunt pulses and throbs, squeezing around him as your orgasm washes over you, leaving you absolutely breathless. His hips never faltering as he ruts into you, enjoying every cry and moan that falls from your lips. His breath fanning against your face as his forehead presses onto yours, blue eyes drinking in every twist of ecstasy in your expression.

©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

[mistercathat]

hi Jude!!

Sooo, I was wondering… could I request a Dontis x Reader? Also can you make the reader Pronoun's just them and they if you don’t mind! (I’m female but it’s just for the my lady’s and gentlemen Dontis fans :3) I would normally go for Angst, but I’m going for fluff this timeeee!

Have a wonderful dayyy! :D

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ - ᴅᴏɴᴛɪꜱ ☆

we need fluff in the sakuverse tumblr fandom at the moment it’s all just angst 😭 so that’s why i’m here to deliver >:-)

this is not proof read so pls tell me if there are any mistakes D:

gender neutral reader as always !

tw/cw: none!

“your hairs so pretty.”

dontis looked up from his book, glancing to the side to look at you. he saw you staring at him from the couch, and he chuckled at your gawking.

“thank you, hunter. i appreciate it.” he said, eyes going back to his book. you pouted to yourself and tried to get his attention again, this time walking over to him and stroking gently over the top of his head, being careful of his horns. he looked back up at you and gave you a mischievous look.

“what are you up too? you know if you wanted my attention you could of just said.” he chuckled at you.

“it’s not that…” you spoke, averting your gaze and instead paying attention to his horns, picking out the patterns and detail that lay upon them, still stroking your hands through his hair.

“oh really?” he asked you.

"okay maybe." you confessed. "can i braid your hair?" you asked, looking down at him. he gave you a gentle smile.

"of course you can hunter, i can even show you different types of braids to teach you if you want." he said, putting his book down and turning to you. you gave him a smile back.

"yes please."

──── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

it had been about an hour now, and by this point, dontis had all different types of braids in his hair. still, he didn't seem to mind. he had just gotten started onto teaching you a new type of braid.

"so you go over like this, and fold it over like this and repeat that step, see?" he said, beckoning you to try. he gave you the hair tie and you got started.

you had a concentrated look on your face, as you tried to copy dontis's skilled hand movements. after a few errors, you finally got the hang of it. starting on the braid, you took it slow as you carefully copied what he had shown you.

all that time, he was looking at you with an adoring look on his face. he thought you looked adorable, brows furrowed and your eyes semi squinted as you carefully braided his hair.

you had just finished, and was trying to put the hair tie onto the end of the braid, but your hands couldn't quite get it right. dontis just sat and watched you, trying not to laugh to knock your confidence down.

eventually, you managed to get it right. you leaned back and admired your work with a proud look on your face.

"i did it dontis! see?" you said, gently lifting part of the braid to show him, after all his hair was long enough for him to see at eye level. he smiled at you and admired what you had done.

"well done sweetheart." he said, reaching to cup your face and pepper kisses all over your face quickly. you giggled as his lips tickled against your face and neck. you reached up to cup the back of his head gently as he continued.

"ahaha dontis that tickles!" you said in between laughs. he chuckled into your skin.

"i'm sorry hunter, but you're just so adorable that i can't help it." he said, giving you one last kiss on your lips.

he pulled back and you two stared at each other for a moment, before you spoke up.

"thank you for teaching me, dontis." you said, leaning into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

"mmm, thank you for being here with me." he said, nuzzling into your hair.

ACK im so sorry this is so short 😭 i had to think quickly with this idea i swear it wasn’t meant to be this short im sorry 💔 i hope this is okay tho !!!

thank you for reading <3

- jude 🌱

[blingblong55]

Dress- Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

Based on a request:

Heyyy there👀 So, it's been a while since I started following you but, your one shots are FUCKING AMAZING!!😭😂

Anyway, I just wanted to ask you, if it's okay would you please right a one shot or anything about Ghost who does material arts(boxing) with reader?! or F1 driver Ghost?! Thanks🥲💖 (It doesn't matter if it's smut or fluff I just really like your writings. by the way sorry if it sounds weird, just first time requesting in tumblr😭🤦🏻‍♀️)

A/N: Said I was going to do Ghost as a f1 driver with smut, so here I am :)

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, F1 driver!Ghost, oral!sex, unprotected!sex, P-in-V, praise, F1 driver au, established!relationship,18+

Simon was one of the best drivers this season, proving to everyone that Räikkönen was right. The iceman himself nicknaming him Ghost for his agile moves and for that fact that on track you can never underestimate his speed or when he'll show up behind you and pass you easily. So far in the season, he has won all races, P1 and nothing less. Fans of the sport excited that the championship is being won by a new driver.

Fan boys and fan girls excited for the season, making him know, he has all their support. All cameras on him as he finished in P1 during qualification placing him as the favourite for the weekend. His opponents and his teammate wishing to fight him for positions. As the interview portion after qualifying was over, the camera caught a glimpse of his girlfriend. The woman that all WAGs, girls and even some male fans were jealous of.

It was known, that he was one of the most loyal romantic partners amongst the drivers that weren't married yet. He never looked at a woman how he looked at you, and that is what always gave you reassurance anytime you had to stay behind during the season.

This time around though, he knew that this was the race he would win the championship in. So, he brought you along, wanted to show you how much he appreciated your support on and off track. So, as you two walked back to the garage, he whispered something in your ear, it was a perverted thing to say but he did so anyway.

Race day came along quick and he was now at the top of the podium, being crowned the champion for the season. The footage of him running up to you and holding you close as you cheered him in replayed over and over. At the podium, he pointed to you and blew a kiss. As the trophy laid on his hands, he kissed it and once more dedicated you that prize. As the night came to an end for the sport, you found yourself sneaking around with him to the hotel.

Now, you lie in bed, each kiss came with a praise. "Because of you, my dear love, I am a winner." another kiss. "God, look at you, so beautiful and all mine." Another kiss. The kisses trailed to your neck, then chest. The tight dress you wore now thrown to the floor. His kisses more eager and full of need. Hickeys on your neck, your panties soon flew to the floor. His large hands cupping your rounded and soft tits. Like an animal, he licks and bites them, being so rough and still praising you.

"Simon-" you try to say more but gasped as without any notice, his hardened dick thrusted inside you. His hands now at your hips, "R/N, c'mon, love, look at me." words so soft like a delicate whisper. But he was not delicate with you. Not tonight after you helped him reach the best record breaker in the sport.

Your moans feeding his ego, the way your hands quickly tried to stop his pace as he hit the perfect spot for way too long made him chuckle. "tsk tsk, not tonight love." He continues to thrust into you, the hotel rooms light dimmed, your breasts making him lean forward and lick them. "Mmm, what a delight you are, my R/N."

"Si...please" you whimpered as his hand kept rubbing your clit. He shakes his head and continues on, not wanting to stop. Needed to make you his like this all night because that is what winners do. He thrusts deeper into you, your back arching by the second. He becomes more aggressive as he feels you tighten around his cock. "Just like that, be a good girl and keep that going." his head thrown back, groans coming from within him. The sweat of you both mixing as your bodies made contact each time.

He pulls out and aggressively makes your get on your knees, you stick your tongue out and soon begin to give him head. You're holding onto him by his hips, groans and moans the deeper he pushes himself into your mouth. The gagging noise and your gasps each time you pull him out, feeding more into the driver. You knew he was about to cum when he keeps your head in place.

"Fuck, love..oh fuck..oh fuck." His thick cum, shooting into your pretty little mouth. He pulls our and then pushes your back into the bed, your legs on his side as he begins to thrust his every needy dick into you. More cum leaking inside, painting your tight walls white. You can feel the way he fills you, how with each thrust, slow or fast, it all leaks from you.

Both of you a moaning mess, he stops his thrusting and instead, leans his forehead to yours, kissing the tip of your nose and smiling. "I needed that, by sweet girl." He cups your face and kisses you.

A/N: man, I have no idea what I just wrote tbh

Tags: @thisuserisaninfpgirl

[lale-txt]

❦ 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒

Every time he lowers his eyes, a strict ‘tsk, tsk’ of yours reminds him to keep looking at you as he obediently follows your instructions, always so eager to please.

a/n: one of my fics for @op-xreader-zine ♡ i don't write Katakuri often but when i do, he gets pegged. you can see the spot art Mew drew for this on AO3 (i didn't embed it here since i'm not sure what the current rules for explicit drawings on Tumblr currently are oop but click on the link for a treat)

contains: ns.fw under the cut, Katakuri/Reader, afab!reader (no pronouns or descriptive words for reader’s genitals used), pegging, praise kink, dirty talk, fingering (reader receiving and giving), size kink, spanking

word count: 2.2k

“Mmm.” 

You let out a content sigh as you sink into the bathwater and right into your boyfriend's arms. Instantly, he wraps them around you and pulls your body closer to his. There’s been this heat between the two of you ever since Katakuri suggested staying in tonight and having a bath together instead of going out. He’s never been one to enjoy the company of many people anyway, preferring to spend his shared solitude with you instead.

One hand of his is big enough to wrap around your torso fully, holding you in a tight but not painful grip. Even if you tried, you could never wiggle out of it. Not that you wanted to—you loved when he held you like that. The sheer size of him made you feel safe and sparked a fire within your core.

Tonight isn’t any different.

“Sweet little thing… you’re squirming.”

Katakuri’s voice is low in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin and making you tremble slightly. It doesn't go unnoticed by him with the way you arch your back and rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. How your heartbeat speeds up a little when he presses his fingertips deeper into your soft flesh. Your habit of biting your bottom lip when you want to hold back your needy mewls. For him your body speaks a language of its own and Katakuri understands every syllable of it.

He rests his chin on top of your shoulder after dragging messy kisses along the side of your neck while his free hand spreads your legs under water with ease, hooking them over his knees to keep them wide open for him.

“So good for me,” he whispers and trails a finger along your slit, almost making you jump in his embrace if it wasn’t for his firm grip holding you in place. His touch is never rough, always gentle; he's well aware of his size and never wants to hurt you. But oh, could he lose himself in the way you whine and moan when he pushes one finger inside your hot core, followed quickly by a second. And when you beg for a third as your walls already twitch around him, Katakuri can’t help but grant your wish, stuffing you until your head falls back on his shoulder and you let out the sweetest sounds of pleasure.

It doesn’t take long for you to cum around his fingers, your walls fluttering them as if they never want to let him go. Katakuri keeps on pressing kisses to your jaw and the side of your neck before he removes his fingers carefully, holding you against his body as you come down from your high. You feel his gaze lingering on you, and you tilt your head up to meet his warm, crimson eyes. Every tiny wrinkle around them you know by heart, having lovingly traced them countless times with your fingertips.

Katakuri reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips, placing another soft kiss on the back of it. You hum gently and turn around in the tub so you could face him directly without cranking your neck—and maybe also because you want to take in the sight of his throbbing cock that has been pressing against your back the whole time.

“How can I make you feel good tonight?” you ask, your voice dripping with hunger as your fingertips run up the inside of his thigh, making them tremble a little. You love how sensitive he is, the slightest touch enough to turn him on. Your eyes rest on him, waiting for him to reply.

There are a few seconds of silence between the two of you–not the uncomfortable kind, the good kind–before Katakuri speaks again, his voice low and making your heart skip a beat.

“There’s something I’ve never tried before… if you’re up for it.”

It's a sight to behold.

Katakuri, leaning against the headboard of the bed, his breath hot and heavy as he keeps fisting his throbbing cock under your stern gaze. Every time he lowers his eyes, a strict ‘tsk, tsk’ of yours reminds him to keep looking at you as he obediently follows your instructions, always so eager to please.

“Spread your legs for me,” you demand as you sit opposite of him at the other end of the bed, lazily stroking the strap-on around your hips, all lubed up already. You smirk when your man does as you tell him and bends his knees further, pushing his legs apart to grant you a better view of just how deeply he desires you.

Two fingers are pushing deeply past his puckered hole, and they glide in and out of it slowly.

“Good boy,” you say in a low voice, eyes wandering from his flustered expression to his throbbing cock, a few drops of precum leaking from it as he continues stroking himself for you, his rhythm getting slightly faster whenever you praise him in a sultry voice.

“Gorgeous… Does it feel good, touching yourself like that?” you ask as you watch him add a third finger, stretching his hole further for you. Katakuri nods, his breath a bit ragged by now and a thin sheen of sweat covering his massive chest. “You wish it was my cock, filling you up…?”

He nods again and you can tell that he is close from the way his fingers clench tighter around his cock, how his thumb circles the tip of it, and how his hips jerk forward slightly as he silently begs you with his eyes to cum. You muster him up and down as his whole body shivers slightly, then you smile and grant him his wish.

“Cum for me… let me hear how good it feels…” you whisper, though your voice leaves no room for disobedience. Usually never one to be overly vocal, Katakuri cums with a whimper, fingers still gliding in and out of his stretched hole as his load lands on his stomach, leaving a sticky trail all the way down his abs to this still throbbing cock.

You don’t leave him any time to breathe.

“On all fours,” you command. “Bend over and spread your cheeks for me, can you do that?”

Seeing Katakuri this obedient, this aroused, it stirs something inside of you. When he told you earlier about his curiosity about pegging, having never tried it before, you were curious too, trying to imagine what he’d look like when he was at your mercy.

It is a sight forever burned into your memory.

His whole body is trembling, face pressed into the pillows and a blissful and fucked out expression, all the while his fingers slide in and out of his stretched hole for your eyes only… it makes you fall all over for him, the trust between the two of you only growing. You lean over him and trail kisses down his spine, mumbling words of adoration against his hot skin, making him whine quietly.

“So good for me,” you coo as your hands cup his ass cheeks, spreading them wider for a better view which has Katakuri moaning, muffled by the pillows. “Shh. Hold still–”

The sound of the bottle of lube clicking open is followed by soft pants from Katakuri when you pour the cold gel where his fingers were moments before, now replaced by two of yours, rubbing slow circles around his twitching hole. You watch your digits disappear inside of it, his ring of muscles clenching around them as you push them in and out slowly, eliciting the sweetest sounds eliciting the sweetest sounds Katakuri's throat has to offer.

“One more,” he mumbles in the pillows, his knuckles turning white when he grips the bed sheets as you add another finger, taking your time to make sure he’ll be able to take your strap with ease. With your free hand you land a sharp slap on his ass cheek, quickly followed by one on the other. His moans are getting deeper now, more needy, which makes your whole body tingle in return.

“Think you can take me…?” you ask, your own heart also beating faster at the sight beneath you. When Katakuri nods, you can’t help but smile and curl your fingers slightly against the sensitive spot inside of him, having him on the edge the whole time before you leave him empty and whining, though if only for just a few moments.

You add a generous amount of lube as you stroke the strap in your fist again, then line yourself up against him with the tip of your fake cock rubbing between his spread cheeks teasingly.

“We can stop anytime, okay?” you whisper, waiting for Katakuri to give you a sign to show that he was good to continue, before you nudge your strap against his entrance. All your gentle preparations from earlier is paid off when you see how easily he swallows you as you push in slowly.

“Sucking me in so greedily.” You smirk as you grab him by his hips, gently guiding him deeper down on your strap. “Feels good…?”

Katakuri breathes heavily as he almost loses himself in this new sensation. All words are lost with every inch you push in deeper, having him mewl and growl under your constant praise as you stretch him so deliciously. He looks so unfairly pretty like this. Part of you wants to ruin him, wants to hear him beg and cry as you fuck him into the mattress, until his eyes roll to the back of his head; another part wants to take this so painfully slow that he just cums untouched, cums without a single finger of yours wrapping around his cock to help him get off, cums from your lazy thrusts that hit his sweet spot inside so well.

Then you’re all the way inside, your hips grinding against him, your fingertips leaving faint red marks where you hold him in place as Katakuri’s whole body trembles. His heavy pants bounce off the walls of your bedroom and send warm shivers throughout your whole body. You’ve never seen him like this and you can’t get enough of the sweet sounds you’re eliciting from him.

You lean forward, a hand of yours finding his hair and gently tugging on it as you kiss down from the side of his neck to his shoulder blades, mumbling soft words of praise and affection against his sweaty skin. From the way Katakuri arches his back for you, rocking his hips back and forth slightly, you can tell that he wants more and you can’t help but laugh softly.

Still bottomed out all the way inside, you kiss his broad back a few more times before your hands wander to his sides, then all the way around his stomach until they find his throbbing and neglected cock. Your fingers of one hand wrap around it, the other around his balls; both are heavy and pulsating in your tight grip, begging for sweet release.

“You poor thing,” you coo. “Have you been holding back? Does my cock make you feel this good? Look at you, so pretty for me…”

Katakuri mewls when you give his cock a few lazy strokes, too light to get him off, yet the feeling of being so full of you is so intense it almost has him seeing stars. By now he is drooling and whimpering, the feeling of pleasure almost too much to handle, his curiosity more than satisfied.

“Will you be good and cum for me?” you whisper as you slowly start thrusting again, almost mesmerized by the way his hole stretches around your strap on. If you could, you’d watch this for hours. Your fingers wrap his cock harder, feeling it twitch underneath your touch when you rub your thumb over the pink tip.

Katakuri is a mess by now, his moans caught in his throat as he begs you to go faster, sweet pleads to let him cum. And you do—

One last thrust is all it takes to push him over the edge. You feel his whole body shake beneath you when he cums, making a mess of the sheets and everything else. His load trickles from your fingers down to your wrist as you keep milking him, lazy strokes that have him whimpering from overstimulation until you finally release him from your grip. You pull out your cock slowly, watching how his hole clenches around nothing before he slumps down on the sheets, followed by you right next to him.

He has his eyes closed in pure bliss when you brush a few strands of his crimson hair out of his face before leaning down to kiss him gently. For the moment no words are needed between the two of you, the air still radiant with the trust and love the two of you hold for each other. One arm of his comes to wrap around your waist and pulls you closer to him, so close you can feel his heart beat erratically in his chest, every drum an echo of your name.

[jessicaseroticramblings]

Her name is Jessica and she was kneeling completely naked in the middle of my bed. Her hair was so red and looked so beautiful against her soft pale skin. I watched her from across the room, letting the moment and image etch itself into memories. There in person laid the muse of my lusty imaginings and I could barely fathom my luck.

I’d stumbled into Jess through her Tumblr blog some time ago and instantly was hooked. Every post was guaranteed to arouse me and quickly became my go to place to stroke myself online. I’d never made myself cum as hard as I did when I read her posts, imagining myself in all her stories and being the one to please her.

All that time imagining was about to pay off now that she was here. Through sheer luck I had won a contest she held to give one lucky follower a once in a lifetime sex date with her. After some discussion, we’d made the plans and my dreams were about to come true. I had to make the absolute most of this opportunity. 

I slowly made my way to her, climbing onto the bed and kneeled beside her. Jessica’s gaze turned up to me with a wicked grin, she knew she held all the power here and I could practically feel her excitement about it. I then slowly started unbuttoning her shirt, freeing her breasts. My hands moved on their own as I gazed in lust filled wonder at her perfect chest. Fingertips gliding gently along her bare skin, feeling its warmth as she softly cooed and shifted under my touch. Her nipples slowly hardened as I traced my fingers around them, slow teasing circles around and around before I gave those stiff nubs a tug. I needed to take my time to learn her body, commit this to my memory and give her all the pleasure her blog had given me. 

“You’re such a tease, most guys would’ve tried to fuck me by now,” she said as she bit her lip, my hands gently massaging her tits. I shook my head, giving her nipples a quick pinch before moving myself between her legs. My thumbs rubbing against her nipples as my hands continued the slow, sensual assault of her breasts. 

“Now what’s the point in rushing? I have you all to myself and I’m going to make this last and something you’ll never forget,” I said as I pressed my growing hardness against, it still trapped behind my boxers. She pushed back against me, my cock aching to be free as I could feel the faintest hint of wetness starting to soak through her panties. 

“Mmm fuck, I didn’t know I had such a..big fan,” she said in a sultry growl as she felt my growing shaft press against her, our arousal growing by the moment. 

“Perhaps you’d like to meet him,” I replied as I freed my cock, pressing the tip into the now visible wet spot our grinding had created. I could already feel the heat of her eager cunt through her panties, “we’ve both been so very eager to meet you.” My hand gripped my cock and guided my tip to slide up and down her covered slit, drawing forth more moans from her.

“Then let’s not waste anymore time,” said Jessica as she writhed under my ministrations, her hands now replacing mine on her chest. She pinched her nipples, twisting and tugging, her hips bucking against me in anticipation for more contact.

A slow smirk crept onto my face as I was living my fantasy of pleasing Jessica, then nodded to her. Without another word I then slipped her panties off with one fluid motion and pressed my engorged cock head to her entrance. We both moaned as we felt each other for the first time, her dripping pussy and my rock hard cock. Immediately, her legs parted to make way for me, my hands resting on her knees and sliding along her thighs as I slowly pressed into her.

Our moans quickly filled the room, echoing around us as I felt the heat of her cunt wrap around my shaft. Gripping my fingers into her soft skin, I pulled her into my thrusts, each one deeper and faster than the last. I watched nearly mesmerized by her breasts as they bounced with every stroke. 

Jessica propped herself up on her elbows, looking down between her legs to watch my cock pound harder into her pussy. She pushed back into me as best she could, eager to feel me as deep as I could reach and fill her completely. Soon, I felt a familiar throbbing inside and knew I couldn’t hold out much longer inside her.

With a quick motion I pulled my cock from her cunt, drawing a slight sigh of disappointment from Jess that was quickly replaced by a chirp of surprise as I pushed her onto her back. As she fell back I moved to straddle her stomach, guiding my wetness soaked cock between her soft breasts, the ones I’d be fixated on for so long. A pleased smile came across her face as her hands cupped her tits to help me fuck them.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum, Jessica,’ I warned as my cock popped out of her mouth. Moments after that I couldn’t fight back the urge and my cock erupted. My first shot of cum streaked across her lips and chin, before the next few flew across her throat and began to coat her chest. A self-satisfied smirk came onto Jess’ face as I kept cumming, hot loads of my seed soaking her breasts.

Her tongue flicked out across her lips to taste my cum, a gentle murmur of approval slipping from her luscious lips. I watched with deep breaths as Jessica daintily stroked her finger across her throat and chest, gathering my cum on her fingertips before bringing them up for more tasting.

“Delicious and hot, my favorite, but the next load goes inside me,” she teased as her hands then massaged the remaining streaks into her skin. My eyes went wide with surprise at her mention of a next load before I realized her meaning, my cock immediately twitching back to life to give her that desire 💋

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Always a Rangers Fan to Me - Frank Castle x Reader

@hellskitchenswhore asked for a Frank fic based on She's Always A Woman by Billy Joel and I wanted to write an eloquent fic weaving love and passion between reader and Frank. Instead, it came out as this dumpster fire. Based very much in my own personal love of hockey and how the only thing wrong with Frank Castle is that he's a Rangers fan. It's really dumb, please look away...

Reader's pronouns aren't mentioned.

Warnings: Some arguing, pet names like sweetheart, swearing because it's Frank, reader is a Pittsburgh Penguins fan. Did not really proof read this.

WC: 650

*I never give permission for my fics, manips, or any other original creation I post on this site to be copied, posted elsewhere, translated, or fed into any AI program. The only platform I currently post anything on is Tumblr. Thanks!*

“You’re a real fucking piece of work Frank, you know that? Going through my things and then getting mad about what you find?!” you shout

“Jesus Christ sweetheart, what do you want me to say? I was looking for that hoodie you stole from me and I found it. It was an accident that I found it, but you have some serious fucking explaining to do.”

“I don’t have to explain anything to you.”

He throws the object that started the whole argument on the floor at your feet.

“Yes you goddamn do.”

The crumpled up Sidney Crosby Pittsburgh Penguins jersey lays like a weight between the two of you. It's your most prized possession, something you kept hidden from him. But now the cat was out of the bag.

“No.” you reply, firmly

“What?”

“I said no.” you repeat

“You are so goddamn stubborn sometimes.”

“Oh like you’re one to talk.”

“At least I don’t fucking lie to the people I love.” Frank responds

“It wasn’t a lie… it was a half truth. To impress you. When we first met.”

“You told me you were a Rangers fan.”

“Nooo. I said that I was a hockey fan and had been to some Rangers games since moving to New York.”

He just stares you down with those signature brown eyes, nostrils flaring, waiting for a response.

“I’m sorry. For not telling you.” you say, looking like a little kid who got caught stealing cookies before dinner.

“S’okay baby” he says, his face softening as he stretches out a hand to invite you closer to him

“Pfft that I don’t believe.” you say with an eye roll

“Goddamnit. Here.” He kicks the jersey towards you and turns to stomp away “You and your goddamn flightless bird team…”

His heavy boots hit the hardwood with every step, reverberating through the apartment as he goes to open the window and sit on the fire escape.

“Frankie…” your pitiful voice stops him in his tracks “Can I have a kiss please. Before you go?”

He sighs. He can’t say no to you.

“Course sweetheart.”

He turns back to you, your soft smile practically melting his heart. But he’s known you long enough to not be fooled, the devilish glint in your eyes telling another story. He steps towards you cautiously. He’s just a few steps from you when your expression shifts, looking at the precious item of yours he so unceremoniously threw on the floor.

“Mmm nevermind, I’m still a little mad at you.”

“Jesus… Wait why the hell are you mad at me? You’re the one who lied.” he asks

“Yeah but you went through my stuff and yelled at me over nothing really…”

He sighs. “You’re right it’s kinda nothing. It’s just some dumb sports teams.”

“Yeah and I mean your team sucks, so you really don’t have any ground to stand on.”

There’s the twist of the knife he knows you can’t resist.

He wants to make a snide remark back about how the Rangers made the playoffs this year and the Penguins didn’t, but he refrains, the sad look in your eyes stopping him from saying something else dumb. He opts to close the gap between you instead, picking up the jersey just before wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I love you sweetheart. And I always will. Even when the playoffs come around and the Rangers beat your dumb bird team again.”

“Oh wow how are the Rangers gonna win? Is Trouba gonna cheap shot all my good players again so they win against basically a minor league team because they aren’t good enough to win for real?” you retort

“Oh I’ll show you cheap shot.” he says with a smirk

And with that statement he picks you up in one motion to carry you to bed, to settle the argument there.

Sorry this was so self indulgent and dumb.

[littledollll]

Hi I’m a massive fan of your work and was wondering if you could do an aegre prompt for little reader and Cg Larissa. So reader can see Larissa is really stressed and could do with caring for her little. So they slip happily providing her with the stress relief she needs. But Larissa just thinks reader slipped for readers own self ~☄️

Little on a mission

Larissa Weems x little!reader

A/n: this feels so fluffy and domestic I’m so happy with it. Excuse the ridiculous amount of space at the end, it’s the only way I can get part tumblrs character limit.

Warnings: mentions of yelling, food, stress.

You knew how bad it was getting once the pacing around started. The calm and composed Larissa Weems did not pace. She sat and planned, walked with her head held high and purpose. Once the knee bouncing got too annoying the pacing would start.

The mumbled plans and arguments barely audible but so obviously frustrating her to no end, as a phone call reached her she stopped to make an angry reply. You had to do something!

Larissa had always told how much taking care of you helped her, mostly when you had your meltdowns and your overthinking got the best of you, but she was quick to reassure that it actually brought her peace, to be able to hold and help, knowing that she was needed and that her efforts to care for you weren’t in vain.

She has always had that motherly nature, the need to protect and care for others, it made her feel accomplished and beyond happy when she was successful at it too. So while you were running through your options, seeing how you could assist, it came to you, you had a mission.

“Momma?” You were sat on the couch reaching a hand out to her, which caused her to stop fighting on the phone. She immediately took your hand in her own once she caught the sight of you. Knees curled up to your chin as you looked at her, eyes laced with what she thought was fear, Larissa wasn’t one to yell much. “I’m sorry darling, did momma scare you?”

You shook your head no. It was worry, concern. Larissa holds her own a lot of the time, it’s unusual to see her behave that way, it’s why it worried you so much. The woman has way too much to stress about and it’s getting to her, you wanted to get her out of the office, she deserved and needed a break.

Larissa kneeled to be eye level with you as she cupped your face. “Mommas sorry for yelling little one, how about we leave the office for today, we can get you a snack and cuddle up to watch one of your little shows, hm?” Success #1, you’re going home!

You nodded, making grabby hands her way. She happily picked you up, she sighed, comfortable, when your arms wrapped around her and made her way to your shared quarters. “Cookies?” Was the first thing you pointed out when she went to look for snacks, making her chuckle and grab them for you.

After picking the snacks you requested she sat you on the couch, making you huff and pout at her. “I’m just getting you your drinks my love, I’ll be right there” you crossed the couch and laid your head on the armrest as you watched her. She seemed much more relaxed at home, a smile on her face as she prepared things for you to share, she did love taking care of you. Success #2, home at last.

“Momma?” She gave you a hum and turned to look at you, a smile growing on her face at the sight of you. “Well aren’t you just adorable! I’ll stand here forever if that’s what it takes for you to lay your little head like that.” you giggled as she made her way over setting down a cup with juice and the other with water along with your snacks.

You immediately moved to lay on top of her when she sat, she looked down briefly and started playing with your hair. “What are we watching, darling?” “mmm octonauts!!” That’s her favorite of your little shows. “Brilliant! That’s my favorite too!” Success #3, Cuddles and tv time.

As she looked up a playlist for your favorite episodes you grabbed one of your cookies, snapping it in half and offering the other half to her. “Oh for me? Thank you little one! You are so sweet.” And of course, she accepted. Success #4, food!

Mindlessly you continued picking up different snacks and doing the same, you’d split every single one with Larissa even if you were going to get another anyways. And Larissa thanked you for each one with a comforting smile.

You snuggled up close to her while watching your show, and she rested her chin on top of your head, wrapping her arms securely around you.

She let out a relieved sigh, at home with you she always felt the most calm. She allowed the comfortable silence to wrap around you with the background noise of you show, your own little oasis. Where she got to be momma and not principal Weems, she loves her job, but who doesn't need a break? It’s like you knew just when she needed you. Success #5, Mission completed.

She let out a relieved sigh, at home with you she always felt the most calm. She allowed the comfortable silence to wrap around you with the background noice of you show, your own little oasis. Where she got to be momma and not principal Weems, she loves her job, but who doesn't need a break? It’s like you knew just when she needed you. Success #5, Mission completed.

She let out a relieved sigh, at home with you she always felt the most calm. She allowed the comfortable silence to wrap around you with the background noice of you show, your own little oasis. Where she got to be momma and not principal Weems, she loves her job, but who doesn't need a break? It’s like you knew just when she needed you. Success #5, Mission completed.

She let out a relieved sigh, at home with you she always felt the most calm. She allowed the comfortable silence to wrap around you with the background noice of you show, your own little oasis. Where she got to be momma and not principal Weems, she loves her job, but who doesn't need a break? It’s like you knew just when she needed you. Success #5, Mission completed.

She let out a relieved sigh, at home with you she always felt the most calm. She allowed the comfortable silence to wrap around you with the background noice of you show, your own little oasis. Where she got to be momma and not principal Weems, she loves her job, but who doesn't need a break? It’s like you knew just when she needed you. Success #5, Mission completed.

She let out a relieved sigh, at home with you she always felt the most calm. She allowed the comfortable silence to wrap around you with the background noice of you show, your own little oasis. Where she got to be momma and not principal Weems, she loves her job, but who doesn't need a break? It’s like you knew just when she needed you. Success #5, Mission completed.

She let out a relieved sigh, at home with you she always felt the most calm. She allowed the comfortable silence to wrap around you with the background noice of you show, your own little oasis. Where she got to be momma and not principal Weems, she loves her job, but who doesn't need a break? It’s like you knew just when she needed you. Success #5, Mission completed.

She let out a relieved sigh, at home with you she always felt the most calm. She allowed the comfortable silence to wrap around you with the background noice of you show, your own little oasis. Where she got to be momma and not principal Weems, she loves her job, but who doesn't need a break? It’s like you knew just when she needed you. Success #5, Mission completed.

She let out a relieved sigh, at home with you she always felt the most calm. She allowed the comfortable silence to wrap around you with the background noice of you show, your own little oasis. Where she got to be momma and not principal Weems, she loves her job, but who doesn't need a break? It’s like you knew just when she needed you. Success #5, Mission completed.

[arkiwii]

i am here to cause violence and get you discourse'd. so questions 9, 10, and 13 for the violence ask game, let's start strong lol

Yippee, violence!!!

9. Worst part of canon

whatever the fuck Heart of Surging Flame was. I think I've never cringed so hard at an event. if I keep pretending that it doesn't exist, it will stop existing.

10. Worst part of fanon

reddit users

listen I don't know how to describe this. extremely horny people who will waifufy any female character and reduce her not even to a trait, but to just a walking pair of boobs. I don't mind people having waifus or doing self shipping, don't get me wrong! but I'm talking like. I've seriously seen comics or art of characters like Saria or Kal'tsit going full on tsundere waifu mode "i-it's not that I love you, b-baka dokutah..!!" like how can you fail a character at this point. thank god these people are absent from Tumblr but open Reddit for a bit and count to ten while scrolling, chances are you will end up on some mommy posting or horny art in the spawn of these ten seconds. AND I'm not even gonna talk about characters who are canonically minors because holy fuck

it's not something I consider really bad, like I can easily ignore it, but it emplifies the fact that Arknights is a gacha and really brings shame to me as a fan because I can't talk about how I like a gacha game without being mistaken with these people

13. Worst blorbification

imma ban this question i still dont understand it /j

ok with some comments and seeing other people reply to it I got to understand kinda what it means? so I'll say mmm Exusiai, perhaps. I'm not placed to be Exusiai's Strongest Warrior because honestly, I was in the same bag as the blorboficators until last week. but huge shout-out to @/annierosaart for making me realize how incredibly fucked up Exusiai is. the fanon (and me included for a huge part) shows Exusiai as quite a happy lived go lucky girl who thinks about party and apple pies. which is also pretty much what I understood of her character too when I followed the events she's in and looked at her files! so I can't blame them. but by the Law when you start reading between the lines and put more thoughts into it, her character is extremely sad. for exemple the fact that Everyone in Laterano seems to straight up hate her, that her school celebrated it when she was gone, that rumors about her are so wide spraid that even Archetto is scared of her?? what the fuck girl. to be considered a danger by LATERANO is an achievement that deserves duscussion and a therapist

and also the implication that if Mostima refuses to tell her about Andoian is not only because she's not allowed to, but also because Exusiai would be ready to go hunt this man to hell. and one extremely angry and full of revenge red haired girl is enough, let's not add another one

[definedbydaylight]

“Show Me Your Love” Part 2

A Matty Healy x OC; Instagram AU

Masterlist: .°˖✧

Series Intro: “Harper is a writer who gained a small cult following on tumblr as a teenager, through this she meets one of her best friends Phoebe Bridgers, but when Harper’s seemingly “normal” life collides with the world of The 1975 frontman Matty Healy, the universe spins her life in a completely different direction.”

Part 1

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harpersnotbazaar it takes a bit more⋆｡°✩

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phoebebridgers hey um could i get ur number maybe?

harpersnotbazaar anything for u bbg ;)

trumanblack am i wrong or are those lyrics to my song?

harpersnotbazaar sorry do i know you?

rass1975 @trumanblack brutal mate

harperfan34 that's MY tumblr girl

fan93 okay i need this whole outfit rn

1975fan69 ross in the comments i cannot

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phoebebridgers it's my last day with Harper and Matty just had to crash our dinner date, vibes ruined

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harpersbazaar you'll always have my full attention baby xx

phoebebridgers i fuckin better

trumanblack okay and?

phoebelover43 oh no... guys he's infiltrated her life irl

harperfan95 YOU ACTUALLY LET HIM NEAR HER?!

phoebebridgers you say this like i could've stopped him

mattyismybf oh god he can't be serious

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harperfan34 i miss her she hasn't posted anything in 2 weeks omg

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fan93 no like literally what is she doing?

phoebeiscool anyone notice matty hasn't posted anything either?

fan239 bro that's kinda sus

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harpersnotbazaar i saw a band perform some songs or something

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bedforddanes75 lovely to finally meet you xx

phoebebridgers it's like i'm being cheated on

harpersbazaar ur crazy ily

fan93 NO FUCKING WAY

trumanblack who's ur favorite member? ;)

harpersnotbazaar ross

rass1975 @trumanblack brutal mate

1975fan87 dear god tell me this isn't real

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harpersnotbazaar dinner :)

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trumanblack mmm dinner :)

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harperfan34 okay guys you can kiss already

phoebebridgers i'd rather eat something else ;)

harpersnotbazaar baaaaaaaaaabe

fan38 okay something about matty's comment makes me think he was at this "dinner"

mattyismybf please the REACH, he's got standards, he's just a flirt he can't help it

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trumanblack record shop

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1975mattyupdates okay so we're all just gonna ignore this pic that is going around on twitter rn? taken by a fan after the london 1975 show

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harperfan34 this is such an invasion of privacy but i hope it's actually them

fan23 oh god the stans are vile in this comment section

1975fan87 i refuse to believe this is real... idc he can do better lmao

mattyfan03 she's such a clout chaser, first she's friends with phoebe and now she's out with matty, no one wants to buy your shitty poetry book omfg

harperfan34 she's literally been friends with phoebe since before she got famous, jealousy is a disease get worse soon<3

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harpersnotbazaar my book is out now, link in bio<3

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Part 3 (coming soon)

A/N: okay guys i didn't wanna create angst within this story having anything to do with something harper or matty did, do i took the toxic stans idea and ran with it pfffft, anyway i hope you all enjoyed xx

[renata-has-thoughts]

W/c: ~1.7k Pairing: gn!reader x John Constantine

Includes: NSFW, Top reader, handjobs, masturbation, car sex (sorta…ig…car handjobs?). 18+ per usual.

A/N: I HAVEN’T WRITTEN IN FOREVER. I’ll spare everyone the details, but this was quite possibly the worst period in my life to start a Tumblr blog. Shits been crazy. I’ll try and get more stuff out soon, apologies!!

Your boyfriend’s travels never failed to enthrall you. Without a doubt, they always came with surprises, ill-timed quips, and incredulous feats of the supernatural. You took a liking to being his ‘getaway driver’, or, essentially, just the person who brought the battered, bruised, and exhausted man home back in one piece. Especially considering he never ended up getting his driver’s license. It allowed ample time for John to splay out his daily adventures to you from his indefinitely-claimed shotgun seat.

“-I made it so complicated, forchristsake, in the end it was just about giving the soul back up to him. Easy.” John complained, bringing a lit, half-smoked cigarette back up to his lips as a sort of punctuation.

“Odd,” you smirked, “you have a sort of instinct to give it up easily,”

Your hands were on the wheel, eyes on the road, but you didn’t need to have any resounding focus on John to know he was giving you a stare from hell and back. You were thoroughly amused, and paid no effort in hiding a smile.

“You think you’re funny, dontcha?” He replied breathily, as if he had been punched in the gut by your words.

“Mm, in fact, I think I’m hilarious,”

Defeated, John turned his head back to greet the cigarette he held in his hand, eyes once again taking in the road before you both.

It was late, empty, and one-laned, lined by bowing trees, limbs extended as if praising the sky above. It was quiet.

John’s passenger side window was cracked just enough to create an escape route for the smoke to retreat. You could hear the background chirp of crickets and low tones of faraway owls in the thick summer air of the backroads. The atmosphere was pressingly calm.

John never was too big of a fan of calm.

He reached over to fiddle with the car radio with his free hand, still taking draws from his cigarette with the other.

“I’m not sure we’re going to get many inner-city stations out here, Johnny. I’ve got CDs in-“

“There we go.” John interrupted, settling on a strong connection he found. The music was a soft lilt amongst the rest of the night, a soothing and permeable volume. “Wanna know a secret?” John asked rhetorically, retracting his hand from the radio to rest on his inner thigh.

“I don’t really have an option, do I?”

“When I was younger, Blur was one of my guilty pleasure bands.”

So that’s which band was playing. The melodic undercurrent of your drive.

“John, a boy band fan. I can’t believe it.” You teased, tilting the corner of your mouth up. “And to think you were in the punk scene all whilst getting a rise outta probably some tories kids. What a poser.”

John winced playfully. “I had a crush on…fuck, uh…Damon, right. I had a crush on him throughout my teenage years.”

“I’m exceptionally jealous.” You remarked with sarcasm dwelling beneath your words.

“Mmm, well, I don’t recall him ever giving me a blowjob that resulted in what felt like two orgasms at once…so…I think you’ve no competition.” He grinned with heavy-lidded eyes, likely referencing the last time you two had fucked.

“Thank god. You may be a slut, John, but you’re mine, right?” You concluded, sparing a glance to meet his pretty eyes. His darted away from yours the second you made to latch onto them.

You feigned a pouting expression. “That’s no answer, Johnny.”

“Yeah, alright. I’m a slut, just for you.” He sighed, but not without the hint of humorous understanding.

“Atta boy.”

John made a barely audible strangled sound. So small picking up on it would be more difficult than a city station in the furrows of a forest. But still possible.

“Can you repeat that for me?” You encouraged, suddenly vying to hear his filthy back thoughts.

“I said,” John began, pressing the cigarette between clamped teeth, taking the now independent hand down to grope aimlessly one, two times at his groin. He emitted a staggered whimper in a pleased, desperate reaction.

“That’s what I thought. I expect no less of you.”

“Fuckin’ hell…” John grumbled, muffled by his smoking as he continued his habits, fingers extending and contracting around the swell in his pants.

“What a predicament. Constantine is so needy he’s taken to near-jacking off in my car.” You mocked, “Albeit I’m not all that surprised, if I’m being honest.”

“I’ve been away from you for a week now…cut me some fuckin’ slack.” He sighed, returning his hand to his cigarette, his other free hand swapping to pick up the responsibilities.

“I get that, but all I said was that you’re a slut. Now you’re getting off-“ -John impeded your words with a garbled moan- “just to my insults alone. Which…yeah, makes sense.”

“Shut up, I know, I know…” John muttered hazily, now unzipping his pants.

“Shut up? I thought you were enjoying me rambling dirty things to you.”

“T-Turn of phrase, you bastard,” John huffed, palming at the waistband of his now-exposed boxers, toying with the mere concept of touching himself.

“So is that a ‘keep going’ or-?”

“Yes, for fucks sake, that’s a keep going,” John complained, taking a quick drag from his cigarette before thrusting a hand down his pants to aimlessly grope at himself. He added a small, “please” eventually.

“Christ, John,” you chuckled, driving with one hand, the other kneading at your forehead as you shook it in disbelief. “You kill me sometimes. I mean,” you began, resting your elbow on the console between you two, offhandedly gesturing towards him as you spoke, “…I mean, you can’t even wait until we get home?”

“Not when you’re calling me your slut and bullshit like that, n-no,” John moaned, his cock now out and clasped in one hand, cigarette to mouth in the other, with his head thrown back.

“Damn you, pretty boy. Damn you.” You muttered as you felt your body stir amidst his moans. You had another twenty or so minutes to go until you got home. No way you could hold out.

“Pretty boy…hmhnnm…I like that a lot,” his hand was moving lazily now, thrusting from head to base in a tired grip.

“I’ve gotta admit, John, you had me pretty fucked over when you were gone all this week. I swear my moans would’ve turned a deaf man to a hearing one. All ‘cause of you, of course.”

“Tell me how you’d touch yourself.”

“Fast.” You said with finality, reveling in the cacophony of curses that melted from John when you said that. “...and rough. Just like how we fuck, hmm?”

“Yeah, yeah, just-just like how we fuck.” John gasped, breath only coming in sporadic, far between bursts, separated by an asphyxiated period of whines. One of which was a jumbled mess of your name. Soft and uncharacteristically vulnerable.

You’ve never parked a car on the side of the road faster.

“Fuck you, pretty boy. Fuck you and your stupid fucking pretty moans-” You grumbled, unlatching your seat belt and then leaning over the console, finding a position with your knees facing him, hand swatting his away so you could take over jerking him off.

“I love it when you steal control of the situation from me,” John moaned, leaning back into the chair, eyes fluttering closed as you took the reins for him.

“I know you do, Johnny, that's why I’m doing this. I’d go as far to say I know you to a fault, right? Knowing all your…” you flicked several fingers over the head of his cock while thrusting your hand, much to his audible pleasure, “...weaknesses.”

“Know me too well, know me too bloody well, fuck!” He rambled, absently bucking his hips into your grip several times with less than poor composure.

Taking note of his unbridled desperation, you picked up your pace to something nearing brutal. His breath picked up as a consequence you easily reveled in. You didn’t stop exploiting his sensitive spot around the head of his cock, and ended up with a grin every time he whimpered. Thank fuck this backroad was empty.

A low rumble grew in Constantine’s throat as he bit his lip, trying to gather himself under your influence.

“Don’t bother with that dignity bullshit, love. You know I love hearing you.” You reminded, careening over to kiss his exposed neck, with his head thrown back, you couldn’t help yourself.

“Okay, yeah, yeah…please-please keep going.” John sighed, his moans making him tremble at this point. “I think ‘m gonna cum.”

“Then cum for me, make a mess outta my hand.”

“Fuck-yeah, I w-will,” he groaned. Soon after his back arched and his eyes snapped tightly shut, shaking as he did as he promised, spilling over your still moving hand. You kept going throughout his orgasm, using his cum as a lubricant. Slowly but surely, you winded down as did he. His back straightened out, and his eyes fluttered back open to meet yours.

“Well, thanks.” He mumbled, smiling broadly, with the hint of weariness in his voice as he calmed down.

“Anytime, Constantine.” You replied, returning his pleased expression. Before he could stop you, you wiped your cum-ladened hand over his trenchcoat, drying it. He opened his mouth to tell you off, but you silenced him with a passionate kiss. He gave up the fight and melted into it, but when you pulled away, he muttered something along the lines of, “this is my nice coat.”

“Alright. Let's get ourselves back home, shall we?” You said, resuming your position in the driver’s seat, buckling yourself in. John, too, righted himself, slipping his boxers and pants back on with a small, shaky exhale of contentment. You added, as you shifted back into gear and got on the road, “We can finish what we started when we get back.”

“...finish?”

“Yeah, gps says we’ve got 15 minutes to go. Think you can recover in that time frame?”

“Do I think I can recover? One look at you and I’m painfully hard, love.”

“You’re such a charmer, Johnny.”

“I try.”

[chiyoso]

yes, there was absolutely no need to make this, but i wanted to, just to show how deep my love is for the writing fandom, and those who i've encountered along the way.

i. 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 — @teapartyspilled

SFW, R-18; Genshin Impact Writer.

♡ letter ! nat, i don't know how many times i've said this, but that day, the day where i read your alhaitham oneshot, you truly, truly had inspired me that time, back then i was still in contemplation to return to playing genshin, i wasn't that much of an alhaitham nerd even, but that- that fic, it seriously broadened my views towards writing and fanfiction by so, so much. you literally opened a whole new world for me, inspired me to the point where i began pursuing writing too, i cannot stress that enough, and with that, thank you, thank you and thank you. i hope you're doing okay nat with how life is going for you, ILY, stay safe.

♡ recs; iconic lyney angst/pt 2. Scaramouche Angst Series (heh made me hate scara for a bit, Alhaitham oneshot that kickstarted it all for me.

ii. 𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐄 — @ainescribe / @lychniis

SFW, R-18; Genshin Impact and Honkai Star Rail Writer.

♡ letter ! AINE. One of my first few supporters who supported my first work (Cynosure's Ascendance), wrote so much sweet things to me in my time of need, and also a fucking AMAZING writer. how the fffuuuck did you even manage find me??? SHIT like, i was no one, i was new to tumblr, and then somehow you managed to find the very first fic i wrote where my inexperience was VISIBLE to everyone, even to you—whose fics left me mind fucking blown from how skillful, poetic and your words can be. Fuck Aine, thank you for your continuous support to me, even if i haven't been so damn interacted, ilysm ilysm ILY.

♡ recs; This made me cry (i love you neuvi, zhongli). THIS made me cry harder. THIS STOPPED THE TEARS. THIS was so fucking impactful for me (zhongli oneshot).

iii. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋��𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 — @wanderingconstellations

SFW, R-18; Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail Writer.

♡ letter ! YUAAAA MY CRUSH. MY WANDERER. HEHE. YUA YUA YUA was one of many smut writers that kickstarted my obsessions towards Wanderer/Scaramouche, AND the one who made me think “Mmm... maybe I can write smut for Scara next time,” so YEAH. YOU'RE A WHOLE ASS INSPIRATION TO ME TOO!!!! Let's not forget your sweet ass asks and interactions with me, making me all blush n' all that. I've been noticing your absence lately too, I hope everything outside tumblr is okay, and I wish for limitless opportunities of positive choices to you!!! (I miss you and I hope you're really enjoying the banner I made for you <3)

♡ recs; Threesome with Wanderer & Scaramouche that keeps satisfying me til' now. Breeding w/Scaramouche after he consoles you (My ask). Manipulating Bully!Scara (My ask). Lyney HC THAT MADE ME BLUSH SO HARD.

iv. 𝐅𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐎 — @fueledbysano

SFW, R-18; Tokyo Revengers, JJK, AoT, Bluelock Writer.

♡ letter ! i plead guilty, your honor. i haven't interacted with you as much, but i really, really genuinely loved reading your tokyo revenger works robyn. you're actually one of the reasons that made me explore more of my writing styles, hence the creation of my hsr fic 'the mara's will' - i created it just perhaps a few days or weeks after reading your if/then series, you inspired and impacted me a FUCK TON TOO. you're also the main reason why i started to take things a bit more seriously and realistically in a writing aspect, given the message you telling me about the words power hold? yeah, that message changed me. thank you for existing and being a writer, robyn. <3

♡ recs; her if/then mikey series. i had a long ass manila mikey-crush phase because of this HNNH. THIS manila mikey bday oneshot hit fucking home.

v. 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐙 — @antimatterz

SFW; Honkai Star Rail Writer.

♡ letter ! HIII!!! hi enyoo!! i haven't interacted with you a lot, but as a reader (AND FAN) of your works, i seriously SERIOUSLY love the way you write, as well as the poetic goodness you bring in your works!!! your specialty? bringing so, so much comfort with a set story. i was in a state of spiraling depression and was going through a rough breakup when i read your fics, it was after the blade banner too, (the start of my blade obsession cough) so reading your self aware AUs, genuinely impacted me so much at the time, hence inspiring me to make that one jing yuan self aware au comfort fic. you're one of those impactful writers, please remember that! thank you ily <3

♡ recs; all of their self aware hsr AUs (heh) they're all SO comforting it hurts. AND her normal fics, i envy your poetics so much hnn. THIS SELF AWARE BLADE ONE IS MY FAVORITE OUT OF ALL.

vi. 𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐖𝐙𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐙 — @meowzfordayz

SFW, R-18; Demon Slayer, Jujutsu Kaisen, MHA Writer.

♡ letter ! fuuuck i haven't interacted with you in awhile too, BUT PLEASE ALLOW ME TO PRAISE YOUR WORK IMMENSELY. i also... couldn't find your tanjiro poetry fic, i wanted to include it in too hnngh. okay but PLEASE KNOW YOUR WRITING IS SO- IT LEAVES ME SO SATISFIED SO MUCHHH!!! i don't know how to word it, but its just... your writing genuinely leaves me full of emotion depending on the genre, like you know how you eat good ass food, your mouth wants more but you can't cause you've been well fed? YEAH THAT, but with emotions. I FUCKING WANT MORE FROM YOUUUUU RAHHH, another explanation is like- the warmth is addictive??? the bubbly, gushy feelings after reading your fic- its so addictive, its why i suddenly yk, come bursting your notifs at random times PFF sorry!!!

♡ recs; my emergency req (sanemi) fuck i was such in a low place at the time. THIS ONE WAS SO FUCKING HEART WARMING AND i just ADORE his characterization here RAHHHH. your honor, if i were to die, let it be near my man sanemi shinazugawa, ty. POETRY W/TANJIRO.

vii. 𝐕𝟑𝐋𝐕𝟑𝐓𝐅𝟎𝐗 — @v3lv3tf0x

SFW, R-18; Writer for a lot of fandoms heheh.

♡ letter ! fuck, you're kinda proving to be my no. 1 most interactive mutual pfft, i've seen you hover eagerly around my blog, always quick to gnaw at my updates, reblogs, all that—WHICH I FIND HEAVILY ENDEARING AND YOUR SUPPORT BRINGS NOTHING BUT GIDDY, ACCOMPANIED WITH DELIGHT. that and you are so damn underrated its insane, no matter what, you are an amazing writer, and i hope numbers won't stray you off from that opinion of mine. genuinely, when you sent off that gojo drabble of a depressive reader pov, shit, did i mention i had a crying spree at the end? i first felt happy finishing the fic because it was inspired by my words, then the dread settled in, the shittiness of my situation, cried a fuckton, then after i calmed down, i went something along the lines of “fuck, shit, that was a good ass crying session” THEN i asked for an alternative good end (since i'm not the type to push people away) FUCK IM RAMBLING OMFG NOT AGAIN

♡ recs; at my time of need, you put out such a HEAVILY comforting satoru fic- or drabble, either way, this one is close to my heart. here's the alternate end to the 1st link nnh.

viii. 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐌 — @vampyrsm

SFW, R-18; Jujutsu Kaisen, MHA, Obey Me Writer.

♡ letter ! its like im writing to a celebrity who doesn't know my existence, but you do. fffuuuuuckkk can i just say how much of a SKILLFUL WRITER you are????? the research you have to do for cor unum, perhaps even greek mythology to your other fics- you put so much calculative thought into your work and word building its INSANE. i aspire to write like you (tough aspiration considering my consistent burnout) BUT EITHER WAY, you're so admirable, i love how you handle gorey, realistic topics, and even if its just fanfiction? the realism is just so scrumptious, you're one of many major inspirations why i've decided to try and handle sensitive topics like cor unum too! and with whatever you're going through- prevail.

just like how sukuna would.

♡ recs; cor unum. cor unum. cor fucking unum. did i mention cor unum? this is a series i fucking wait for EAGERLY in each update (sukuna x you). greek mythology x bakugo is hot as hell HNNGHHFF.

more tba.

[flinxypie]

Me: *logs in*

Tumblr: Here’s a post wishing one of your favourite characters is excluded/goes away/dies/is tortured because of absolutely bs fan propaganda!

Me: …

Me: …

Me: …mmm no thanks. *logs back out*

[marengogo]

Rambling in INFJese - Part 9: Dear Future Baby Jikooker and Some Jikookers as well…

Listening to album D-DAY - by Agust D  ON REPEAT

[Music is a very big part of my life and I’m MOSTLY INCAPABLE of writing without music, so I just thought I'd share what I am listening to while writing this]

🐺 — 🐺 — 🐺—

Dear Future Baby Jikooker,

Here is a letter from me to you, who have just stepped into this curious neck of the woods, but also for Jikookers, who presently might feel lost, in this neck of the woods. This is going to be a long-ass post, ops 😬. In my defence, it could have been even much longer than it is, but let’s be real, there is only so much you might be willing to read at this stage and, at the same time, only so much I can write before I stray well out of topic. BUT let’s start with a welcome, shall we? A very big welcome to those of you who have decided, for one reason or another and we will touch on that to be “Jikookers”. Welcome and congratulations: you’ve officially picked the most fear-inducing, hate-provoking, blasted-ass ship, perhaps, in history but that is just my perception, admittedly, Cleopatra and Mark Anthony might have been good contenders, by the fandom they belong to and most of all shippers within the fandom as well.

SO YES, welcome welcome welcome to the Tumblr side of Jikook things! Now, before we dive deeper into what awaits in my post, and most importantly, into Jikook-world, it’s best we get one thing straight, right off the bat:

Mmm … you might have already known this, in fact you are probably looking at me like “You ain’t gotta tell me that, bitch, like …” but truuuust me when I tell you that this is not as obvious or as known a fact as it ought to be … chiiiiiile 😩. 

That being said, there are usually two main starting points for people who end up here, and by here, I don’t mean specifically Jikook-Tumblr, but Jikook-world in general:

You have been ARMY / BTS fans / JK and/or JM bias for a while and are thus familiar with all members in BTS at a level that is above avarage.

You have no clue about anything-BTS, but you heard that there is this “couple” in BTS, so the name of the other members is probably as much as you might know. 

As you are ultimately here because of a possible romantic relationship between JK and JM, whether you are 1 or 2 doesn’t make you any better or worse than being 2 or 1. What it does however, is that it will 100% influence and condition the experience you might/will have. That, in addition with the answer to the following question which I highly suggest you ask yourself before you fully step in: 

“Why am I here?”

… Perhaps “I believe Jikook is 100% real”, or “I wonder: is Jikook even real right now?”, or “I have reason to believe that Jikook might be, but actually …”, or “I’m not saying but I’m saying, Jikook?!”, or “IDGAF I just think they look good together”, etc etc etc. Trust me, there is a Jikook blog that aligns with any and all conscious and subconscious states of mind, beliefs and/or opinions. So as you proceed, you will or might not realise that some blogs simply want to find people who are like-minded, some blogs just want to rave, rant and talk about the boys to their heart's content, some blogs want to build a following/clout, and some blogs might be up to no good amongst these, some might not even realise that they are….

I, for one, got into the Jikook-world coming from type 1. BTS found me when I needed them the most and I just ended up loving all 7 of them, in different ways, but all 7 nonetheless AND as you might or might not know, I am indeed OT7. One day, as it happens to all of us, I stumbled on a shipping video on YT, it was a Taejin one: I clicked. To begin I was initially shocked that BTS would still have ships at the point in their career (this was around 2021) and I actually thought Taejin to be real … and then you see SOPE, Namjin, taekook, there were so many and all had their reasons etc. After a while I just found them all very cute and didn’t take them seriously at all. 

Eventually, somehow, a Jikook video by Made in Busan appeared, I watched it and that was it: … I felt something. But even though I did feel something, I tried to ignore it because as a queer person pansexual I mostly walk around with my invisible hope on my sleeves ALL THE TIMES. So it felt that, once again, for the one millionth time, I would end up wanting them to be so real that the disappointment would crush me, making me feel that once again, people like me are undeserving of love, or at the very least, African and Asian countries are never going to accept this. At this very moment a great part of the USA, and certain parts of Europe, are the only places where famous people and not can live being who they are. 

In many other places in this world, particularly African and Asian countries, it is still taboo, dangerous and even life threatening and I am in-between these two types of worlds. So I rejoice everytime a queer couple publically comes out, because even though I know I cannot be them the maximum I can do is go to pride in my pink, yellow and blue outfit it makes me happy to know that had I been born in a different continent, within a different culture, that perhaps, it could have been me. Basically, it feels that happiness for people like me is attainable, even if not for me, if others can safely make it, it would be enough for me for now. 

I started from YT and WHAT A MESS IT TURNED OUT TO BE. I made the very big mistake of thinking that because jikook was so rare in the fandom, then people who believed in them were just like me trying to understand kindred spirits. I thought that we were in this to protect and potentially, if time ever would allow, to support what would have become a very influential gay couple. But as time passed, before I knew it, I found myself within the episode of the most toxic BL where, everyone heard voices, many betrayed each other for affection, all slept with each other to spite all, and some resorted to using fans in order to bully each other. The more accounts with this mentality started to appear, the more normal accounts started to disappear. It got to a point were I, a person whom in the meantime had forgotten was a OT7, started to believe that some members were indeed narcissist and any other non-self diagnosable trait. WHEN I REALISED I had to take a BIG-ASS breath,  slap myself out of fiction and get-out-style-ran myself back into reality: LIKE … WHAT THE FUCK HAD JUST HAPPENED?!

I had completely forgotten about who BTS were, I got entirely lost in the wrong side of the woods for me, basically I completely forgot why I was even there in the first place! When I then myself in the only youtube channel I trusted at the time, who also suggested we should check a certain blog on Tumblr, when I did, I found a kindred spirit and never went back to YT (by that time wonsummernight had left, Made in Busan, like MizGator, were all gone). There was no forced narrative, the logical consideration of events, the unexplainable emotion of others, it was up the alley I had wanted to be. It brought it back to me just supporting real maybe-queer people like me, rather than fighting over fictional characters in a drama that had nothing to do with me at all. 

I regained my rationality, and peacefully lurked, until I got curious about certain topics and decided to send in asks, or just wanted to send words of encouragement to other blogs I began to like and were constantly attacked. Eventually I realised my side of the woods was also thinning out, and because I felt like I had a lot to say as well I began this blog, to just talk, talk and talk. It was fun talking, revisiting Jikook moments with other people who thought alike or people who respectfully didn’t and still kept it at a healthy level. Speaking with other queer folk was also a perk. I literally had no expectations upon coming on Tumblr, I just wanted to keep up with Jikook, while keeping my sanity and rationality. Writing my thoughts about them also helped me lay out my opinions and, through educated speculation, maybe realise things about Jikook hadn’t before and so on and so forth. As things stand in this very moment, within my boundaries, I still believe there is something between them. Chapter 2 is what, surprising, turning out to be as I predicted it would be, to a T except for JK’s weverse, that I couldn’t predict not a single one, for shit it is all very interesting to be honest, and though I can know see things will only get harder from here on, it is okay. 

Even though this place feels like it is about to become another, YT, twitter, etc. It is okay. I never had any expectations to begin with, but the fact that I know where I stand in my Jikook neck of the woods, makes my anger towards some bullshit very well directed towards said bullshit, and never towards jikook, BTS or any unrelated parties. I like that when I log off my life goes on. I love that even though I have times when I miss them a lot, it is just that and I am not going crazy over it. In the same way I love that there is a chance that within this global powerhouse of a band there might be somebody that loves like me. In the queer way I, and many others, do. 

So my dear future Baby Jikooker, find out why you are here. Understand what it is you want. If it is being in delulu-land that is perfectly fine I also go there from time to time, I find it fun, and when things actually happen right from delulu-land it makes it even more fun! Just gotta trade carefully, that's all. If you wanna find friends, if you wanna talk, whatever it is, just be aware of your decisions, and possible consequences, and you will not be disappointed, hurt or disillusioned, in the long run. If you don’t like all the other members, at the very lease please respect them, because Jikook surely do love them.

If you find that this environment is becoming too much for you, protect yourself the best way you can, leave if you need to, you have the right to do so. As you keep exploring make sure to find the blog that is right for you, and if you feel like it is what you want, write your own. If something feels too good to be true, check sources, always, original content is always available. If you are okay for them to be too good to be true, then do you, it is your experience, just be mindful not to ruin it for others and I hope nobody ruins it for you.

So once again, WELCOME TO JIKOOK-WORLD. I hope you don’t get too lost and you find what you were looking for. I hope you come out of it alive, if at some point you decide to run away. And if you survive all the bullshit that might take place between now and their military service (MS), if you are still around, and Jikook just so happen to be who we think they might be; then I’ll see you on the other side, or if you want come holla.

Always respectfully yours,

Marengo.

[roryonic]

Tag Game Wednesday Thursday!

Thank you for the tags @spookygingerr @creepkinginc @doshiart and @jrooc

how did you get into the fandom?

Well, I was heavily obsessed with Wolfstar, then I saw a TikTok edit of another cute gay couple....and the rest is history.

how long have you been here?

A little bit over a year now.

what’s the first fandom channel you found? (Youtube, Reddit, Tumblr, Insta, Twitter, FB, other?)

TikTok

what’s your favourite now?

Tik to the Tok

which mutual have you known the longest in the fandom?

Probably @rayrayor. Rach was in the trenches in the comment section on one of my fics <3

which tumblerino’s did you have your first fandom crush(es) on?

Mmm, no one? I was oblivious to other people. Now? Might have a couple of crushes 👀

first Gallavich fan fic you read (or that blew you away that you remember)

Don't remember the first one, and I generally don't read a lot of fics 😶

fan art that blew your mind?

Probably @gallapiech's of one of mine. No one's ever done that before.

fanfic trope that you were sure wasn’t for you but now you low key (or high key) love?

Anything involving Yevgeny. Then, I wrote one myself and goddamn I love that kid like my own now hahah

what surprised you most about the fandom?

The friendliness and safety.

moment in the show (or YT vids if you’re one of those) that you fell in love with Gallavich?

Probably "I want the gun back, Mickey."

"Gallagher?"

Ian or Mickey?

Why choose when they come in the same package?

which Gallagher or Milkovich are you?

Don't think I'm any of them tbh

Tagging @spacerockwriting @rayrayor @bawlbrayker @transmurderbug @lee-ow

@transmickey @stocious (if you've done this already, then ignore <3)

[cult-of-the-eye]

Ok so after MAG 80 and general spoilers from tumblr, here's a few of my thoughts on some of the fears:

The Corruption

ew ew ew ew

I hate it. I watched that one insect scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom and I'm forever horrified by masses upon masses of any insect or worm. It just makes my skin crawl.

(sorry Ms Prentiss, I have immense fear and respect for you)

The Lonely

Mmm delicious

Seems peaceful tbh

What do you mean you're worried about me? I'm not self isolating and depressed, I'm just becoming an avatar of the Lonely!

The Eye

Hmm

I never really understood the paranoia and the fear of constantly being watched but I guess if I was then I would.

I do understand the thirst for knowledge though

If I were to become a ghost, I'd spend my days listening to people's private conversations and finding out about their personal lives and drama

The Flesh

Oooh I kinda like this one

It does give me a visceral reaction though I hate the idea of raw meat so fucking much oh my god.

But the idea of us humans just being piles of meat? Oh yes. I've had many intrusive thoughts about that

I like it in a poetry kinda way cause I am actually so squeamish in real life it's what I told my dad when I told him I didn't want to be a doctor lol

The Slaughter

No.

The Hunt

Bro I have no stamina and also no motivation

I do have spite so maybe I would be a good avatar? Hmm

The Dark

Yeah I'm fucking terrified of this one.

Listen I have no motor skills, I can barely walk when it gets dark i am not equipped for this

Whenever I go upstairs in the evening, I sprint up so the demons can't get me

The Desolation

Ooh I do like this one

I like the idea that burning everything down

I also intimately adore and understand Tim Stoker and his Rage

The End

Yeah ok I'm kinda a fan of this one

I like the idea of ending things for other people

And things coming to an end for me

I think it would be cathartic

Calm even

Yeah I'd be a good end avatar

The Web

I'd be mad if I found out I was being manipulated by another person but if I found out a hot crazy lady was manipulating me? I'd be fine with that.

Not a fan of a huge number of spiders though (see the corruption one)

The Stranger

I didn't think it was that terrifying until like MAG 79 when the not Sasha was like I'm gonna wear your skin and it's gonna hurt

God damn I was traumatised.

I'd also absolutely despise being the one person who can tell someone is different I'd actually burn everything down and then myself

The Spiral

Michaels is just a harmless little guy

This is just what being genderqueer is like (I say as a genderqueer person)

Yeah I know madness.

That one statement about insomnia really stuck with me

I could be a great avatar of the spiral, my friend said that conversations with me are like trying to find your way out of a maze

What have I missed

The Buried

As hozier himself said, "Lay Me Gently In The Cold Dark Earth"

Nice.

I'd like to be compressed.

Oh wait I am kinda claustrophobic though.

The Vast

Similar to the lonely

I think it would be peaceful

I like to imagine sometimes that the world is just a 15km radius surrounded by an expanse of fog or trees

It's nice knowing I'm insignificant I guess. It means I only need to worry about myself.