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[vellichorom]

women named peanut butter in some life & twice as sweet...

A FUN LITTLE HANDFUL OF SOFT FUZZY WOMEN FOR MY BELOVED @tomiechu ~

look familiar? FUN FACT! these are all based off of sailor moon shots!

[feralghxuls]

dorito. dorito.

BLEASE

ask and ye shall receive <3

contains: sub mountain, dom dew, spanking, pet play, implied temperature play

words: 1,152

He'd lost track of where he ends and where Dew begins a long time ago. He's been in this room for years. His knees are sore. His ass stings. He's bent over a dresser, struggling to keep his eyes focused on his reflection because Dew told him to. He can't quite manage to lift his eyes to his own face, instead staring at the blurred dark streak of the collar around his throat, the bruises and bite marks framing it, trailing down his chest, across his shoulders. His brows draw together as his eyes track over the marks, fighting to remember what he'd done to earn them. 

The collar tightens around his throat without warning, pressure against the front as Dew pulls hard. His face appears floating over his shoulder, and in the space of the seconds it takes him to drag his gaze up to look at the razor-sharp grin splitting his face, Dew's palm cracks across his ass, makes him jump and groan. The sound is disconnected, far away, but he knows he's the one who made it because it reverberates in his chest. 

"Mountain," Dew growls, his voice rough and low right in his ear. "I asked you a question."

Did he? He's struggling to parse meaning from words. The name Mountain feels so distant. It does on the best of days, but especially now, when he doesn't feel even remotely tethered to reality. Only the pressure on his throat and the insistent burning sting of his skin feels real. 

I– he starts, pressing the word into Dew's head. He's interrupted by a sharp strike across the back of his thighs, a yank on his collar. 

"Out loud. Words, Mountain." Dew's tone is sharp, and all he can do for a moment is groan unintelligently. He works his heavy tongue in his mouth, trying to remember how to form voluntary sounds. He's drooling. He manages a slurred, barely coherent version of the heavy growls and clicks of ghoulish.

"I don't–"

Again, Dew yanks and strikes. Simultaneously this time, making his body jolt and slump forward with a soft groan. It only puts more weight on the collar; Dew offers no give, no mercy. 

"English. You remember English, right?" He sees the sneer on Dew's face out of the corner of his eye and just groans again, something deep in the pit of his belly tightening. "It's a simple fucking question." 

He's not sure if Dew means his thinly veiled insult, or the question he doesn't remember being asked. He drags his eyes up in the mirror to meet the reflection of Dew's gaze, watches his lip curl in distaste. 

"You don't even know your own name right now, do you," Dew mutters, wrapping the leash around his hand, once, twice, a slow and deliberate movement. He’s mesmerized by the movement, and it’s the only warning he gets before Dew yanks hard, down and back, makes his back arch and his head drop back, a wrecked sound punching out of him. He can't breathe like this, the ceiling swimming above him. Dew's upside-down face fills his vision, rolling his eyes at him as he pulls him back even more, forcing him off the dresser until he's standing unsteady on his own two feet. 

His vision starts to go dark and distantly, he hears Dew huff a split second before he releases the pressure on the leash. Not all the way, of course not, but enough. He sucks in a lungful of air, eyes wide and wild, hands reaching in front of him to brace against the dresser. He catches sight of his own cock in the mirror, hanging hard and heavy between his legs, watches it twitch as Dew's hand splays against the front of his throat. His palm is hot on his skin. His cock kicks again, drooling, and all he can do is moan, a wanton sound high in his throat. 

"Dumb slut," Dew murmurs, his tone neutral, almost sweet. Like how poisonous plants paint themselves bright, enticing colors. He licks a long, hot stripe up the side of his neck, sending a shiver down his spine, settling as heat coiled at the base of it. "Come here." 

Dew doesn't give him time to comply on his own, or try to figure out where 'here' is supposed to be, simply tugging on the collar, jerking him to his feet again. His hand stays at his throat as he pulls him across the room, stops him just in front of the bed. There's a metalic snick from behind his skull, and the pressure is gone. Dew appears in front of him, his expression focused as he clips the leash onto the ring at the front of the collar. It morphs into a dangerous smile as he looks up, gaze boring directly into his soul as he slowly lowers himself to sit on the edge of the bed. 

His thoughts are thick syrup, unable to predict where this is going as he watches Dew lay back, spreading his legs, tail relaxed and flicking lazily between them. "Well? You gonna just stand there, or are you going to do the one thing you're good at?"

It's a lot of words. They sink in slowly, a little jumbled, and he's struggling to untangle the meaning. Dew props himself on his elbows and wraps the leash one more time around his hand, pulling it taut and forcing him a shaky step forward. 

"Mount me. Like a fucking dog," Dew says, the last word punctuated by a lash of his tail, the spaded tip whipping up to snap against the underside of his balls. He bites back a moan, knees threatening to buckle. He understands these words, his body moving without him telling it to, nearly falling forward onto the bed. He kneels over Dew, feeling taller than he should. Instinct takes over and he's watching his hands reach down and grip his waist and a thigh, neatly rolling him over. He takes a handful of Dew's tail, right at the base, dragging his hips up. He's jerked down by the neck, that leash still in Dew's hand, still controlling him, but he pays it no mind. 

He's focused, hands on Dew's ass, spreading him open and sinking into wet heat, listening to Dew's harsh exhale as he buries himself balls deep. His own voice startles him, a low, gutteral growl as his claws sink into Dew's hips. He plants his knees wide, bracketing Dew's legs between them and braces against the pressure of the leash, leaning into the weight at the back of his neck, even as Dew pulls harder and harder. He has orders, and he's going to follow them. 

His hips snap forward. Dew yanks on the leash. He buckles forward, has to shift his hands to Dew's back before he faceplants. Just in time to hear Dew hiss out, "Brat."

[sxturdaysun]

💝🏀🧸🌠🔮 for eli :3c

AAAAA Fuckboy Unlimited... my beloved boy...

💝 - what is your oc f/os love language (gift giving, acts of service, words of affirmation, etc)? what kind do they give and what kind do they like to receive?

physical touch, 100%. he's so touchy and clingy, but he'll try to front like he's not. but he is. everyone can tell that he is.

the kind he likes to receive — that he'll say if you asked him — is also physical touch. but deep down, he also really likes words of affirmation and acts of service. he won't say so, but he wants to be doted on, too — at least just once.

🏀 - does your oc f/o stay active? do they like working out or playing sports? if so, what kind of exercise do they like to do?

sighs very loud. he plays basketball, but he's not good at it. it's literally just to look cool. he does work out, though — mostly just so he can take post-work out pictures, but also to stay in shape, too. but mainly the former. he's insufferable (loving)

🧸- what is your oc f/os sleeping habits? do they like to cuddle? do they sprawl out on the bed? do they kick the blankets off in the middle of the night?

he's the type of guy who sleeps on his stomach and sprawls out in every direction and takes up the entire bed. one arm is dangling off the side, the other is stuck underneath his pillows. absolutely tangled in the blankets. the whole nine yards. but! that's only when he's sleeping by himself — when he's with kaia, he's SO clingy. always has her wrapped up in his arms as close as he can. physically can't sleep unless he's holding her. it's very cute <3

🌠 - what is your oc f/os zodiac sign(s)? do they follow the typical traits of their sign(s)?

he's a leo! august 11 is his birthday :]

he definitely follows the stereotypical traits of one, too, lmao. he loves being in the spotlight and can be a little vain at times — you kind of have to be to become a microinfluencer by just being attractive — but there's also a hint of insecurity underneath it. and you'd never guess it, but he's incredibly loyal and dedicated — he just has to get over his other hangups, first.

🔮 - does your f/o have any talents? bonus points if it's something more niche/uncommon!

god. he can tie a knot in a cherry stem with his tongue. aside from that, his real talent — the one he's legitimately proud of, even if he keeps it to himself — is that he has the entire first kingdom hearts game memorized front to back.

[cryopathiic-a]

when you get this, post theme songs for your muse! then tag 5 or more people!

Cold as Ice — Foreigner

Crucified — Ghost ( cover )

You're so vain — Carly Simon

Message Man — 21 Pilots

Verbatim — Mother Mother

Tagged: @uppermoonkoku — thank you ❤️ Tagging: anyone who hasn't been tagged yet!

[cinghialefedele]

FAVORITE COLOR(S): black / dark greens / purple / warm yellows

FAVORITE FLAVOR(S): salty / savory / a little spicy

FAVORITE MUSIC: spotify rapped keeps saying R&B is my fave so sure lets go w that, but I'll voluntarily listen to pretty much anything but country and a lot of recent pop music

FAVORITE MOVIE(S): Megamind / Cats Don't Dance / Ocean's 11 / John Wick / Deadpool

FAVORITE SERIES: Kirby / Yakuza / Kingdom Hearts / Ratchet & Clank / Bayonetta / Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood / Peaky Blinders / Living Single / Buddy Daddies

LAST SONG: "Vienna (In Memoriam)" by The Army, The Navy [This song made me weep and I WILL be drawing art for it at some point]

LAST SERIES: Buddy Daddies

LAST MOVIE: Ocean's 12

CURRENTLY READING: the Twisted Wonderland manga

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Nothing! I've been busy with two jobs, playing yakuza, and keeping up w the atrocities happening in palestine, i haven't watched any shows in maybe a month or so...

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: more NnoiTes doodles, and trying to draw Ruggie Bucchi from Twisted Wonderland

TAGGED BY : @owabisuru

TAGGING : You!!

[bitbrumal]

                                                                             CONTINUATION                    @predvestnik​​    ↤    from here    ::    CORNERED   ↩

DILUC  “as well i should.”      oh. well- that-

run, breathe the vestiges of sense. the heat of his gaze darts to the door into the kitchen- has to know but can’t ascertain the location of the back door beyond childe. there is a tall ( infuriatingly so... ) slab of snezhnayan cornering him against his own bar, &-

                  & something low in his belly trembles for this.                traitorous, traitorous—

his cheeks are still catching up to the look in blue eyes.

—it’s worse than hunger. something light & weak, weakening him. there is strength in this monster man on more levels than initially presumed, & with breath skating along skin these facts sit in the middle of his being like a child amid scattered toys. their prominence feels so innocent.

        more than one figment of nightly imagination has proven that deceptive.

i- you- listen, you uncouth foreign fuck-

instead, diluc’s face shifts away - unwilling to heed anything but the safety that is shame. it’s a fence sitting sort of safety, however. given childe’s nature to push, there is no real salvation in inertia. ( & when he has been instigating for weeks? the fucker doesn’t seem to back down from a challenge unless to rile his opponent up. )

‘uhm’ manages to mute itself in the press of his lips. “...” in, & out, the breath at his ear is warm & knows him frightfully. ( there is nothing better than being s e e n. ) heat is a sharp sliver that cuts directly into his core; lead by those words that come from that mind behind those all-seeing eyes...          fuck.            he’s going to have to— visit someone, pay for something. this is- embarrassing, there’s no need to feel so intensely when- dammit, he wasn’t supposed to take this seriously! ( or something. sensible thought is proving elusive. the frustration at suffering consequences is not. )

“there is no next move.” begins lord ragnvindr. he has not moved an inch. neither has the weight of his desperate gaze on the kitchen door. “...merely testing a theory.” will a fainting follow the heat in his face? wouldn’t prefer to be unconscious around the harbinger, but it’d spare him his own folly.        it’s one thing to need closeness. another to crave it here.

                        strong warm smart hungry

                childe wants him & his ears are ringing. childe teases & his mouth grows wet. childe looms & boxes him in & t a u n t s & he wants nothing more than to kiss or punch or both at once. maybe most of all he wishes to be kissed with that same ridiculous audacity.

        bold as all get out

“you’re imagining things.” when in doubt? project. at least it’ll keep childe busy smarmily dissecting that instead of encouraging m o r e. “i’ve merely been-” nearly swallows his tongue. shrinks—from the cold hard fact that he has not moved away yet more than the actual body that makes him want to stay, “returning the favour.” breath shivers where confidence does not. fuck, fuck, fuck. “you enjoy,” tempting me “—attempting to...                    harass me.”

                               agh. hunger aches through the body. it’s all he can do to tense his fists in the pockets of his slacks & stay still. ( gripping the counter- That He Owns -would have him holding the fucker’s hands. ) a low buzz spreads through his veins. his ears ring. when ginger strands tickle from his chin to his brow bone diluc finally blinks. “...” it’d be so simple to tell childe to back off & yet he cannot bring himself to do so.

“where’s your professionalism, harbinger?              fraternising with the enemy.”

[lovely-menza]

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

D'AWWH 💗 Thank you so much Mel <3 you're such a lovely mutual, sending it right back at you 💜💜

[hawnks]

logging off for a few days! be good while I’m gone, lock up after me <3

[kirinda-ondo]

Hiii Kateh, I would also like to ask your froots...❣️🌙🎮📱👗

Hehehe, can do, buckaroo!

Once again, for reference

Bragi

Aneas

Tomor

❣️ - What are their love languages?

"Love language...? Like how you show affection for someone? Um, I suppose I like making things for my friends... And it's important to spend as much time with them as possible! Since they...don't have a lot of it..."

Bragi is fucking terrible at expressing his affection in words, but he's a very sappy boy and wants to cram in as many happy memories as possible. And it's not just because he has a lot of emotional and existential hangups about long-outliving nearly every single one of his friends, either--

"Ph-Physical touch is nice... B-But I don't mean like that! I-I just... Sometimes, when I'm having a bad day, o-or even a good day! J-Just a quiet moment... I-I like to lean against Coulie and just... stay there. I-It’s nice... S-She's very warm..."

Aneas's opinions on physical touch really only apply to his wife. Do not hug him or squeeze him or try to pick him up even if he is perfectly sized to do so. With other people, he's more comfortable just spending time hanging out. He hasn't gotten to hang out with people in a long fucking time.

"Love languages? I don't care about that junk!"

Teasing. Teasing is Tomor’s love language. Also his hate language sometimes. And his regular language--

🌙 - What’s their sleep schedule like?

"...Ah. I, um... admittedly... might not get as much sleep as I should... Not for lack of trying! It's just... difficult--"

Bragi straight up just doesn't have a consistent sleep schedule. Between the caffeine and the anxiety and the stress-induced nightmares, he gets like a good scattered 4 or 5 hours a night unless he just kind of crashes. No wonder he's so cranky all the time--

"I-I can't stay up very late at all... But it's okay, s-since I get up just as early! B-But the only downside is, C-Coulie has the exact opposite sleep schedule, s-so I don't get to spend as much time with her while we're both awake..."

Inside of Aneas is a little old lady who can't stay up past 8:30 and would be up to watch the sunrise if his planet had a day/night cycle. If he's up past 8:30, no he isn't.

"I probably stay up a little later than I should for as early as I gotta get up... But it's enough to keep me goin', I guess. I'm young, I'll ain't worried!"

Tomor has to get up pretty early to start working, but he's also a bit of a night owl, so he really tests the limits on how late he can stay up before it impacts his work. He's just like me fr--

🎮 - What’s their favorite game?

"Chess! My friend Maraschi taught me to play! I'm quite good at it, too~"

Bragi and Mara are often heavily discouraged if not outright banned from playing chess because they get so overly competitive they get downright feral and start yelling throwing pieces at each other. They're having a blast tho--

"I-I don’t really play games anymore... I-I'll just lose..."

Aneas used to like tag and other similar sorts of games when he was younger, and was actually pretty good, but his self-esteem is so low now that he won't even bother trying something simple.

"Games are boring! Pranks are where it's at! Man, that used to be so fun!"

Tomor, Aneas, and Bragi used to have a reputation for being huge little troublemakers as kids. The other two don't really find that kind of thing fun anymore, but Tomor hasn't given up on those glory days yet

📱 - What social media do they use the most?

"I used to have a GodTube account... but I don't anymore. I don't want to talk about it--"

Bragi had an eclectic channel with 6 subscribers, 3 of which were his own sockpuppets and one was just Coulie systematically disliking every video. But a far more popular godtuber literally murdered him and one of his friends (it was a whole thing, they got better it's fine) so now he just feels uncomfortable using it anymore

"U-Um, one time, I-I tried to go on an internet, b-but I accidentally clicked the wrong thing, a-and it made a bunch of noise and I panicked and... b-broke the computer trying to turn it off..."

Aneas is bad at technology, he's not ready for things like webbed sites

"I go outside and touch grass."

Dude spends all day farming tea, he doesn't have time for all that. The only reason he knows meme speak is just to convey how obnoxious he is lmao

👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

"Perfectly fine? Adorable, even? Why is this even a question?"

Bragi makes and designs his own clothes! If something looks cute and he wants to wear it, he's gonna wear it, even if it's incredibly tacky and gaudy.

"M-Maybe if it was something modest... B-But I'd be afraid to be spotted out of uniform... Th-That might make my quadrant look bad..."

Aneas wants to look professional! He's not super high in the godly hierarchy, and is definitely way younger than his fellow kais, so he wants to be sure he's taken seriously! But more importantly, he wants to be able to hide in his sleeves when he gets flustered--

"Not my thing. Can't really work too well in a dress. Or do much of anything, really."

Tomor prefers more practical, traditional clothing. Dresses just ain't it.

[torrentide-a]

what soft romance cliché are you?

because i love you!

passionate; you are the heated moment of an argument. when the person you care for has done something outrageously stupid or dangerous. all of your pent up emotions that you've kept inside of you come bursting out: "beCAUSE I LOVE YOU!" how could they be so dense. how could YOU be so dense. you've loved each other this whole time. your love tends to be strong, and loud. sometimes it might be hard for you to express your feelings but you let people know that they are cared for. you're also hot. good for you.

tagged by @kabvra-ya ♥!! tagging @arkitekt - @melipetals - @aalberich             + any other cool cat who wants to nab this!

[hephaestn]

i can’t believe my rat boy has been dead for almost three years now and people are still so pressed they have to go to his tag to yell about how awful he was while they probably have a henry creel uwu domestic fluff fic opened in another tab

[cosmictulips]

Here's your reading, sorry I'm a bit behind. My schedule is fucking with me, as is this retrograde lol

Overall: what is coming – 

Specifically, I asked what was coming in the next three to four months (don’t ask why, I just think the timeframe is important somehow). 

And the rune stone of Wunjo came up. That tells me that you have luck on your side in the near future, there is a happy feeling and I see a picture of a green meadow maybe? There is the message of having to take a balanced approach towards life because if you work really hard you might achieve material wealth for example but if you never play, rest, relax, then you cannot enjoy the fruits of your labor and more importantly life as a whole. Easier said than done… 

Which is why I asked: What can you do to achieve this bliss and happiness? And I got The Empress. This tells me that you should step into your inner, earthy power. On my card (I’m using the Moonchild Tarot for this) there is a woman surrounded by nature, in a forest. I would interpret this as you needing to find your roots in order to truly bloom and blossom. I am somehow hearing “down memory lane” so perhaps you should try and figure out if there are some unresolved issues, some residue. Introspection will definitely help. The woman is meditating and unlocking her power – she is literally holding it in the palm of her hands – because she channels the wisdom she gained from the past and makes plans for the future. That is when she can be present and when she is able to enter that bliss. It could also mean that you have to go outside more and be in nature (you’re a Taurus, right? Earth gang lol, but yeah I notice that when I’m outside every day for at least a few minutes, that I’m doing so much better!). That would also fit with the meadow I mentioned above, maybe you will be in such a place and that is when you “unlock” your past and your power so to speak? 

Regarding you and the Air guy. 

I asked for a representation of your situation (I’m using the dark wood tarot for this, because she is honest always especially when it comes to romance matters)

And first I got The Lovers, Strenght, Ten of Pentacles Reversed and Judgement. 

I interpret this as, when you two met it was like two magnets pulling towards each other. You were immediately attracted and there was perhaps some flirting, or even sex, but overall there was this spark that came in super quickly. 

After this initial state (and I think, this might be where you currently are or about to be in), you are questioning the whole thing. You play around with applying pressure and releasing it. You might through this interaction recognize your own power and stoke your inner fire and transform your reality (I think this also ties in with the Empress energy I talked about earlier, perhaps this whole relationship is a catalyst?)

The ten of pentacles in reverse is a giant tree that opens up into the new and unknown, what stands out is the hole that is dark, and you cannot see what lies inside or behind perhaps. The coins usually hang in the tree like apples you can pick, now it looks as if the coins were tossed on the floor, as sort of a tribute. What price are you willing to pay for this relationship? Will you enter the hole and discover what is there or will you think that it is too expensive? I think the advice here is that you should take things at face value – whatever that means exactly in your situation but like he behaves in a certain way talks in another etc. you have the signs all there once you have gained your strength you are asked to make a definite decision. 

Judgment. You have passed the point of no return, whatever your decision, it will be transformative (again, I’m getting the feeling that regardless of how this works out or doesn’t work out that this is indeed a catalyst for you). There is no going back to the life you used to live (again, a trip down memory lane in order to gather wisdom and knowledge – I also think if you allow it to be then your intuition about people is absolutely on point, I just get the vibe that you might not trust yourself so much anymore. Why? Are you tired? I get the feeling that I want to tuck you in and stroke your hair and turn off the light for some reason. I hope you feel hugged by me right now!!!! I’m sending you so much love) Anyway, once you made this choice it is like a wake-up call. You will feel completely different, and you’ll walk the earth differently! There is joy unfolding for you because you have brought it yourself. 

I asked for some clarification and first off, I saw an otter and he was jumping in and out of the water there is also some type of fish in this river but it keeps escaping and escaping. The otter wants to catch it but once it is in the water it is unable to and cannot manage to even grab it by the tail. I don’t know if this means anything to you??? I thought I’d include it still :)

So, I got the nine of cups, five of pentacles and three of cups in reverse.

There is some reward coming towards you, I see this as mostly inside yourself, you will figure something out that will be very important to you which will let you take life head on. But I must ask, what are you ready to sacrifice for your heart’s desire? I think it is really important for you to walk out of this stage in your life and transform into something else. 

For the five of pentacles, I feel like some old wounds rise to the surface and that there might be some betrayal. I think whatever comes up will make or break your relationship. It is the same tree I see in the ten of pentacles but this one has the hole or entryway blocked. The figures are out in the snow and it is cold, they seek refuge but cannot find it, so they keep on walking together until they don’t. 

Three of cups in reversed tells me that you are not clicking with this person anymore because something happened (5 of pentacles). There is also a warning that you should not isolate yourself. Why are you excluding yourself from things? What is there that can be dealt with better alone than it can with people who truly love you? 

I don’t know if this brings some clarity to you, I hope it does! Let me know if this was good or if I completely missed the point lol. Lots of hugs to youuuu!

Okay really quick let me tag leo! where are you xD I can't tag you and @d4rkpluto an work backwards because the tarot question I asked about yesterday is literally the same thing here LOL.

so like, the attraction was immediate. as it usually goes with people I'm... well, kind of interested in. we've been friends literally since elementary but just started reconnecting maybe a year ago at this point.

so that's part of the reason why there's been some slow moving energy to even forming a relationship romantically. and the thing is, he refuses to see me romantically... because I am not hispanic. I'm white. and he says that hispanic women are his type.

this isn't the first time I've an issue like this LOL. and just getting right out of the way every guy I've ever dated, I've never been their type. it's always been like "there's something about you that pulls me in" and it's never been because I'm their type.

and... honestly, that to me is probably the biggest reason why I think I'm starting to back away from the romantic air. am I still curious to ever think that he could date me? yes. he's dated ... white women in the past. his first love was a white woman.

and I personally think that he's restricting himself because of how badly she hurt him. he even admitted to me that no one has ever loved him the way she had before. and he fears it'll never happen again.

I'm not being racist. I also want to say that. this is literally what has come out of his mouth and I'm the type that is saying stuff word for word because I've had issues in the past where I try to say something in a better tone, and it gets thrown back at me. so that is my disclaimer. this is what he says, it in no way shows how I view race. because I know someone is going to take this the wrong way.

so anyway.

I also think that I still need to heal from the previous mishaps. I'm not entirely sure how to go about doing that because aside from romantic love, everything else seems to be going okay and is steadily improving. so I suppose only time can fix this as well.

but yea, all of you were right on the nose about that. He's being very closed off with love right now because he feels like he needs to work on himself because the last relationship went nowhere.

and I feel like he's personally just closed me off to just being his best friend because I'm not his type. or to put it very bluntly. I'm not an air sign and I'm white.

even though I have an air venus and we're literal mirrors of each other. but whatever. lets not talk about how easy our relationship is outside of this. like it's so easy for us to just vibe. he's said it. he loves that about me. but would NEVER consider dating me on multiple reasons.

I GUESS.

so now going to the first question lolol. I just wanted to get all that out of the way instead of making two posts.

it's funny you mention nature because I live in close proximity to the beach AND the mountains lol. and I'm going up north in July for a concert uwu and I'm so excited. Im also trying to swing a wedding but money matters is very... monie lol. I needs it.

but yea, I'm also trying to grow a veggie garden =D and I have a little... badger thingy who lives in the yard now and I've named him brutus. -after my sisters cat.- and he eats the tomatoes I give him =D and I love him.

but yo, I do need to find a good balance. I do need to ... release a lot of things I've been healing and I feel like more now than ever because I'm getting third chances at things and new chances.

and I'm so afraid of making the same mistakes again.

[girlbullet]

“talk to me, okay? i need to know what’s going on.”

its   extremely   scary   how   easy   it   is   for   nancy   to   just   say   nothing.   while   being   completely   aware   of   it   being   nothing.   she   is   terrible   at   managing   her   feelings.   too   emotional.   too   much   to   keep   in   line   for   long   extended   periods   of   time.   it’s   hard   to   say   what   is   it   about   it   this   time   around.   it’s   something   she’s   keeping   close   to   her   chest.   she   almost   doesn’t   want   to   talk.   bites   her   lips.   round   eyes   shift   from   staring   down   at   the   table   to   meet   eddie.   shakes   her   head.   scrunches   her   nose   and   closes   her   eyes   like   she   does   when   she’s   dismissing   something.   pushing   it   away   and   back   into   her   head.   “-it’s...fine.”   eddie   is   maybe   the   only   person   who   isn’t   involved   in   this   whole   mess,   in   this   whole   thing   that’s   clicking   in   her   head.   and   maybe   he   is   the   type   of   outsource   help   that   would   benefit   her.   maybe   hearing   him   out   would   help   in   some   way.   “-it’s   nothing,   really.   it’s   not   a   big   deal.”   and   she   sounds   unconvinced.   not   because   she   doesn’t   trust   eddie   she   just.   struggles   with   letting   people   in.   especially.   when   it   comes   to   this,   when   she’s   unsure.   she   pouts.  then  she  sighs.  “-   if   i   end   up   telling   you,   do   you   promise   not   to   say   anything   about   it?   i   mean   it.”   it’s   a   warning.   it’s   a   sign.   but   nancy   wouldn’t   do   it   if   she   didn’t   need   the   help.   or   just   someone   to   listen.   she’s   giving   eddie   a   chance.  

@munsontm​​

[l0v3tast3]

I LOVED THE PERVY NEIGHBOR!TOJI HEADCANON OMG 🥵 Thoughts on him bringing his good friend Nanami Kento over to “meet” reader? 🤔

oh my god. oh my god this literally made my thoughts stop working for several seconds your brain is a blessing (; ω ; ) also thank u sm ily anon uwu

✎ tags: mdni!, smut, pervy neighbor!toji x female reader x pervy friend!nanami, dubious consent, age gap (reader is college age, toji is late-30's, nanami is early 30's), pet names, spitroasting, toji's a little meaner in this one, size kink

✎ word count: 2.2k (not proofread oopsies)

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♡ toji fushiguro is a territorial man at heart. he doesn't have much to his name, but what he does have he holds onto with a tight grip. you included. but when his "good friend" nanami kento asked what had caused toji to be in such a good mood lately, he couldn't help but start bragging about his new girl.

♡ nanami liked to act like he was better than him and all the rest, but toji saw how he shifted in his seat, he saw his pants tighten. it inspired a wonderful idea in the black-haired man.

♡ he brings it up while he's fucking you from behind, slow and deep with a hand around your throat to hold you tight against his chest. "got a friend i want ya to meet, baby. wanna show him how much of a good girl you are for me, what d'ya think? no, wouldn't let him fuck you, princess. maybe your mouth. this pussy's mine though, don't fuckin' forget." of course you could never forget, not with how he was pulling out until just his tip was left inside you and then slamming back in.

♡ needless to say, you end up agreeing to it. how could you not when he whispers such nice things? "just wanna show ya off, you're so good for me. my friend just wants to see how pretty you are, princess, just wants to appreciate you like i do." you're right on the edge, so close to cumming, but he slows down his thrusts instead, the arm wrapped around your waist tightening to stop you from squirming.

♡ "won't let him touch ya if you don't want him to. you'll let me fuck you in front of him though, right baby?" you give him a meek "m'kay, toji," finally, and his smile stretches so wide as he starts fucking you faster again. you trust him, you know in your sweet little heart that he wouldn't ever let anyone hurt you, much less touch you. toji fucks you for hours after that, rewarding you with his cum over and over as he tells you how much of a good girl you are for him.

♡ you almost forget about the whole thing after that, thinking it was just another one of toji's lewd fantasies that he confesses when he fucks you (there are quite a lot, he just keeps coming up with more). until the next time your mom goes on a work trip.

♡ there's a knock at the door later into the evening while he's pressing your back into an arch on the living room couch, fucking into you harshly and leaving red handprints on your ass (he had seemed hellbent on marking you the last few days; more hickies and bruises shaped like his fingers and bitemarks than any amount of concealer could ever cover). you don't even hear it but he's pulling away from you, petting your hair and saying he'll be right back while he pulls on his sweatpants. even though you're confused, your fuzzy brain just takes the opportunity to breathe evenly for a few moments.

♡ "-got started without ya, couldn't help it. see? she's just so cute," toji says as he walks back in. behind him is a handsome blonde man in a suit, younger than toji but still plenty older than you. he looks at you with what looks like indifference, staring down at you through his glasses.

♡ toji notices your apprehension and comes back to the couch, sitting beside you and picking you up to set you on his lap, your back pressed to his chest so you faced the man still watching you. calloused hands work over your body to relax you, one finding it's way to start circling your clit. "you remember when i told you about my friend, right princess? this is nanami, my friend. told him all about how sweet my baby is and he wanted to see for himself. gonna help me show him, okay? yeah? aww, that's my girl."

♡ he tells nanami to take a seat and he does, sitting down in one of the chairs across the room. toji's already pushing his sweatpants down again, lining you up to sink you back onto his still-wet cock. you're whimpering and gasping quietly, trying to cover your breasts in embarrassment; you could hardly handle toji's teasing, and now there was a very quiet man watching toji use you like a toy.

♡ "don't do that now, c'mon, you're missin' the whole point! is my dick dumbing ya down again? show him how good ya look riding me, you can do it pretty girl." he holds your hands together against your stomach, helping your hips move up and down with his other hand. you can't help but let out your moans as he fills you up again and again. you can't see it, but he stares at nanami over your shoulder with hooded eyes and a grin that speaks loud enough for his arrogance. he can see the blonde man shifting in his seat again, he can see the bulge growing in his pants and how his hands grip the armrests of his chair. nanami wants you, wants to have you like toji is having you. but he can't, and toji thinks it really doesn't get better than this.

♡ "isn't she gorgeous, nanami?" the man responds with a nod and toji scoffs. "then say it, jackass," he spits, suddenly glaring at the younger man until he spoke. "she is beautiful," nanami says. his voice is deep and he talks slowly, carefully. toji laughs and sighs out a moan when he feels your cunt tighten around him even more. "she fuckin' liked that!"

♡ you start melting back into him, grabbing hold of his arm instead of weakly trying to break out of his grasp. he smiled into your shoulder, continuing to make nanami compliment you. "yeah, she's so sweet once i get my dick inside her. isn't she a sweetheart, nanami? heh, it's a damn miracle i can even fit my cock in this tiny pussy. and don't get me fuckin' started on her mouth. she's got the prettiest little mouth, doesn't she? see, even my fingers look huge in her mouth- no, keep fuckin' riding me, c'mon, you can do it yourself. you like her mouth, nanami? ya wanna fuck it? what'd'ya think, baby, you gonna suck his dick?"

♡ you were a complete mess on toji's lap. any brainpower you had left was going into shakily riding him and sucking on the two fingers he'd shoved in your mouth. you could barely even process toji talking about you like you weren't even there, but the question he urged in your ear didn't go unnoticed. part of you says you shouldn't, that he's not toji, but the other part needed to keep hearing toji call you a good girl. and nanami had been "nice", so far.

♡ so you squeak a little "mhm" around toji's fingers and he laughs, squeezing his arm a little tighter around you and giving you a quick bite on your neck in one of the few spots left unmarked, hushing you when you whine. before you can register it, he moves you forward onto your hands and knees on the couch, pulling your head back by your hair.

♡ "ya wanna fuck her mouth, right, nanami? she wants you to. c'mon princess, help me convince him. show him how nice ya beg." you take a second too long to start talking and he brings his hand down on your ass again, fucking into you harshly. "i said beg him."

♡ "ah-a! ple- please nanami, can i suck your dick? please- nngh!" toji spanks you again and chastises you, saying he's heard you do better than that, but nanami is already walking over and unbuckling his belt. he kneels with one leg on the couch so that his bulge is right in front of you, and you reach out to grab onto his pants for support as toji continues to fuck you.

♡ nanami's hand replaces toji's in your hair and the man behind you uses the new freedom to dig his hands into your hips. the man in front of you tells you to open your mouth, and when you do he slides his thumb in and presses down on your tongue, letting out a deep breath when you suck on it. he trades his thumb with his dick, his hand going down to wrap around you throat. nanami wasn't as big as toji, nearly as long but not as thick. you could still tell it would be difficult as he pressed his tip against your swollen lips.

♡ toji stops pistoning in and out of you for a few moments while you start suckling on the head of nanami's cock, the man's slender hands urging you down further slowly. "don't ya remember all that training we've been doin' on your throat, baby? yeah ya do, good girl."

♡ he picks back up suddenly, fucking you even harder now, enough to push your body forward and nanami's cock further into your mouth. he's curling over you, his grip on your throat and hair tightening a little when he feels you moaning around him. you're trying your best not to gag while toji continues to push you more and more, eyes rolling back because you're just so full and they're everywhere and it's all you can feel and see.

♡ "shit-" nanami swears under his breath, as if he's still trying not to lose his formality. toji laughs, both at him and you. he's relishing in how tight you get whenever you choke on nanami's cock, and finally getting to see the blonde man lose his composure. the power trip was like no other; toji didn't even mind sharing you if it meant he got to witness this.

♡ "tell her how good she's doin' nanami, don't be fuckin' rude now." nanami shoots a glare at toji before focusing back on you, the hand in your hair starting to run it's fingers through the strands comfortingly.

♡ "you're doing so- fuck, so good, little girl. hah, your mouth is so soft around me, you're taking us both so well- fuck!" he throws his head back when you moan against him again and start sucking harder, drooling as nanami's voice pushed you so close to cumming.

♡ toji was hammering into you now, pressing his hand down on your back again, forcing it into as much of an arch he could so he could batter your walls at a better angle. "aw, are you gonna cum, princess? be good and make nanami cum first, he's our guest, right?" with that, toji started slowing down, bringing his hand down again on your cherry-red ass when you whine and mewl in protest.

♡ you take nanami's dick until tears prick your ears, so desperate to make him cum so that toji would finally fuck you again. it was all you could think about, just pleasing toji and his friend. besides, nanami was being so sweet, petting your hair and helping you bob your head up and down by your neck. he never pressed hard enough to hurt you (he was afraid toji would hurt him), and his words were all so nice.

♡ "i'm gonna- fuck!" was all the warning you got before his cum was pouring down your throat, your grip on his pants tightening as you swallowed it all, just like toji had taught you. he stayed hunched over you, struggling not to tighten the grip of his hands too much as he came, his hips twitching the longer he remained with you like that. once he started relaxing, toji practically tore you off of him and pushed the younger man away.

♡ while nanami was still reeling, toji muttered a quick "now get the fuck out," before he turned his attention entirely back to you, sitting upright with your back against his chest once again. he kept you still as you tried to catch your breath, his cock bottomed out in you while he smoothed his rough hands over your body and praised you.

♡ "how did i find such a good girl like you, hm? ya did so good, looked so pretty chokin' on his cock. not nearly as much as when ya do on mine, though. you still like my dick better, right baby? yeah, heh, of course ya do, cause you were made for me, pretty girl. now, you want me to make ya cum still, don't ya?"

♡ he spares a quick glance at the door as it shuts behind nanami, smiling wide as he basks in the newfound power he holds over the man. he let him have a taste of you, but only that, and now he'll get to see that jealousy in the younger man's eyes every time he mentions you.

♡ meanwhile, you're grinding down on toji, all thoughts zeroing back in on the giant trapping you against him. you didn't care that he had just used you basically to make a point to his "friend", you didn't even really realize it yet, not with all the honeyed words that toji filled your head with. all you care about is how good the pressure of his dick pressed against your cervix felt. all you care about is being good so he'll make you cum again.

♡ "alright, sweet girl, don't worry, i'll make ya cum lots tonight," he whispers when you start whining his name. "make ya forget ya ever even met him. make sure ya remember that you're mine still."

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

Pavitr x fem reader

- Jealous HEADCANONS

A/N: Apparently, Pavitr's costume and fighting style is inspired from Kerala, so I went with him also being from Kerala. (Malayalam is google translated)

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Pav Pooh is a uwu little jelly bean 

It began even before you started dating. You were bffs so, naturally, you're invited to his house for Onam celebration. 

Pav stands spellbound at your beauty as you'd worn the traditional off-white saree with golden border, your hair done and decorated with flowers. He's about to compliment you when his cousin beats him to it. 

"Are all of Pav's friends gorgeous, or is it just you?" 

Pav's face drains of colour as his cousin flirts with you. And you're indulging him!? That's it, you're not leaving his sight anymore. 

"Flattery takes you nowhere, cousin." 

His cousin ignores him. "Chuchudu, you should really visit Kerala sometime! We can go to all the tourists sites, go on a boatride -just the two of us, I can even teach you fishing!" 

The idiot rambles on and on but Pavitr's eyes blaze in green fury 🔥 Chuchudu!? Chuchudu!?! How dare he call you cutie! 

And, Gayatri just HAS to add fuel to fire. "Aww, you guys look so cute together! Don't they, Pav?"

"Of course! You look like father and daughter. What a rare bond, right?" 

Pav tells himself it's because his cousin is an a-hole, which they are, and he doesn't want to see you hurt. 

Lies, all lies. He jello 

He constantly tries to separate you guys or atleast just be next you like a bodyguard, shadowing over your convos. If his cousin got irritated, they don't show it. And, thanks to his spidey sense, his cousin can't talk to you alone for more than 5 seconds, though they do manage to ditch Pav at times XP 

Pavitr lets out a sigh of relief only after his cousin leaves. 

The next time it happens is when a new guy, Ravi, joins school. Ravi takes one look at you and he's interested. He's always flirting at you everywhere: cafeteria, by your locker, in the hallway -even in the field. 

Weekends usually mean extra superheroing so Pav can only meet you again on Monday morning at school. Or atleast, that's what usually happens. Today, though, you're at your locker with Ravi's arm around your shoulder as he talks to his friends. He says something in your ear which makes you laugh and slap his shoulder. 

Pav is seeing green. And you seem to hang out with Ravi more as the days pass!

You suddenly find Pavitr showing up at your house whenever Ravi comes around, tagging along with you two and always standing inbetween, telling how long you guys are besties at every opportunity, touching you a LOT..

"WHAT do you think you're doing, idiot?" Gayatri traps Pav into a corner and gets him to spill. 

"Okay, okay, I am jealous! I.. I like Y/n. Like, like her like her.." 

"You what me?" 

Long story short, you guys (FINALLY) get together and Gayatri squeals in joy.

After You Begin Dating 

Boy, you underestimated how much he flaunts you

Hand-holding, kissing your cheek when he senses potential threat (thanks, spidey sense!), hugging a lot, lost of texting ("miss u moloo 😘", "can i come overrrr I'm boreddd :< ") 

You assure him he's the only guy for you. "Pav, baby, I don't want anyone else. I've always been yours." 

And, a little later in your relationship, you admit that the whole flirting thing with Ravi and Pav's cousin was a ruse to make him jealous. And Gayatri was in on it! ;P

"I'm sorry but you just look sooo cute when you're jealous!", you say, squishing his cheeks. 

Pav feigns offense but he's melting inside knowing you only have eyes for him. 

Also... C'mon, can anyone resist making this cutepie jealous? 

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[koushuwu]

The Most Suckable Cock

18+ content

pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

tags/cw: blowjob, voyeurism, exhibitionism, estabablished relationship, whiny!levi, virgin!levi, subtle hints of germophobia, swallowing, male masturbation.

word count: 1,7k

a/n: virgin!levi has the most suckable cock i just know it. and he deserves to have his cock sucked in a loving relationship where he’s safe <3 i blame (and appreciate) adrienne for this fic. thank u for getting me writing again uwu <3

The first time you found yourself on your knees in front of your long term partner that you knew, even as it happened, you’d never truly forget. Levi was many things. Stoic, just, caring, efficient, tidy. Leaning heavy on the tidy. Levi despised messes and that was okay. But he was also a man. And he had needs and desires. Which he’d denied satisfied by another, all of his life. In other words. Levi was a virgin. Sex is messy and sex is also letting yourself be vulnerable with another person. So Levi has reasons enough as to why he’d stayed a virgin even as he was well into adulthood. However that was not to say that he’d never satisfied himself. Because of course he had. Even as the two of you started dating, Levi would occasionally take care of himself, despite knowing that you’d gladly help him out, if he wanted. You never pushed the matter, even as you felt his cock press against you in the shower, or felt it against your back when the two of you woke up. You offered, but never pushed. Except for that one time where you’d asked him to let you watch as he handled it himself. He’d been hesitant but not opposed to it, and if it’d make you happy, then who was he to deny you?

Since that first time watching Levi jacking himself off, it felt like something had been set ablaze inside of you. Since that first time, it’d become a regular thing, when the two of you were in the mood for getting intimate. Because it was intimate. For you to be allowed into such a private moment. It was truly intimate.

The way your eyes followed the movement of his hand over his cock, with your lower lip tucked between your teeth. Eyes flicked up to his face when he sucked in a sharp inhale of air. The first time he’d tried to keep his voice back, but when he noticed the intense look in your eyes, the first moan escaped him. You saw the way his grip tightened just slightly.

“Don’t hold back–” You’d told him as your eyes locked on his half closed ones. His breath had hitched. A wave of heat set his skin aflame. After that, Levi hadn’t held his voice back. As his thumb flicked over the tip, you couldn’t help but lick your lips, as you thought that his had to be the most suckable cock you’d ever seen. And once that thought had been thought, there was no going back. The thought settled in a comfortable life of free real estate in your brain and as much as you tried, you couldn’t shut it out.

It was on one of these occasions you decided to try your luck. You’d of course nudged Levi more than once, hinting that you’d love to help him out. And you’d made progress. Levi no longer seemed opposed to going further, although he was a proud man, and actually asking for it, might be a bit too much to expect from him. So best as his hand had settled into a familiar rhythm and the first couple of delicious moans fell from Levi’s lips, you decided to seize the chance.

“Levi–” Levi’s gaze found yours through the pleasurable fog of his brain.

“Hmm?” His voice pitched and his eyes squeezed shut for a short moment before he managed to pry them open again. 

“I could help you,” you tried, and in your peripheral, you saw the way his movements stuttered as the filthiest sound left him, mouth hanging slack. He was propped on the edge of the bed and you were watching him from the comfortable armchair in your shared bedroom. You found yourself throbbing, prompting you to cut in as he was about to object. “Please–”

“But it’s–”

“Unsanitary. I know and I don’t care,” you said. His hand slowed on his cock, until it was only a lazy stroke. Pushing forward on the chair, you scanned his face for any objection to your advance. “It’s just me. You don’t have to worry about me, I just want to help.” Levi chewed on the inside of his cheek, clearly trying to mull it over.

“But you–” he tried, but the objection died down on his lips, as his tongue darted out to wet them. 

“Please, Levi.” Levi really did want to say yes. He wanted nothing more than to have you wrap your hand around his length. To feel your skin against his. At that very moment, he couldn’t even imagine what you had in mind, and if he knew, he might’ve felt a twinge of guilt for how badly he’d want it, despite it being even more unsanitary than what he thought was gonna happen. And in the instant he wasn’t actually worried about himself when it came to that. He solely worried about you, but seeing how you didn’t worry about that at all, had the worry and pride in regards to accepting help shrunk. It shrunk and so his pride subdued to his desires and he agreed. With your mouth watering you made your way to him, dropping to your knees right in front of him.

“What’re you—?” he croaked, hand still stroking his length slowly.

“I’m helping,” you said, looking up at him and wrapping your hands around his length. And that was all it took for Levi to forget the last of his worries.

Your hands on his skin wasn’t unfamiliar per say. But your fingers on his cock was. It was unfamiliar, yet somehow it felt like they belonged there. His own hands sat awkwardly against his thighs as you nudged them further apart. With locked eyes, you lowered your head and stuck out your tongue. Levi’s fingers twitched and clenched up when your tongue dragged across the slit at the top of his cock, and he hissed. You felt a muscle tugging at the corner of your mouth. A little triumphant smile that you couldn’t entirely subdue.

“Levi, baby.” You grabbed his hand in one of your own and guided it to the side of your head, laying his palm against your cheek, before guiding it up further.

“Yeah?” 

“Run your fingers through my hair,” you prompted, yours still lingering against his. “Or grab on to it. Please. Don’t be gentle.” Levi’s mouth felt dryer than the Sahara desert at the words that just came from your mouth. That sweet, sweet mouth that wrapped itself around him just a heartbeat later.

“Haah– Shit–” Levi’s head fell back as his eyes screwed shut, jaw clenching. You kept your gaze locked at Levi as you slid his cock further into the warm wetness of your mouth. His hand moved further into your hair, fingers threading through your locks. When you finally had him all the way in your mouth, you couldn’t help but think that you were right. He did have the most suckable cock. He wasn’t too big for you to take him in, yet he was heavy on your tongue. You swallowed around him. Levi’s other hand fell into the sheets and fisted around the fabric when you pulled back and set up a steady pace.

At first, Levi had been panting heavily, but soon enough, the sounds escaped him turned higher in pitch. They got needier and even as he tried to keep from full on whining, his efforts crumbled when you placed a hand on his thigh, gripping tight, nails pressed into his skin, as the other worked his cock along with your mouth. Your fingernails dragged across his thigh and Levi lost it. A tone so high, so pathetic and so needy filled the room in a desperate whimper. You blinked up at him, chuckled and then hollowed your cheeks, fingers scraping further down his thigh.

Levi’s hand in your hair flexed, then tightened around the strands. His hips bucked as another whine filled the room. You couldn’t help the moan that vibrated through your throat at his desperate hold and the sounds continuously filling the air around them in a cacophony of desire as you worked his length. Your hand snaked back up Levi’s thigh and caressed the skin of his inner thigh before you moved it up and skittishly trailed across his toned abdomen.

“Baby, I’m–” Levi’s hold on your hair grew stronger, but the pull at the root of your hair only made you more eager. You knew what he was going to say. You knew he tried to warn you to release him before it happened. But you also knew what you wanted, and you wanted him to shoot his load down your throat. So instead of surrendering to the pull on your hair, you pressed your tongue firmer against his cock, and slit him down even further with each bob of your head. 

“Please–” he whined in another futile attempt. You grabbed a hold of his thighs and braced yourself against the buck of his hips. It only took you a couple more bobs before Levi’s eyes rolled back and his hips jerked in a desperate motion, and you felt him spilling into your mouth and throat. You kept at it just a little while longer, working him down from his high. When his muscles finally relaxed and you pulled back to finally release him, a string of his cum slapping from the corner of your mouth.

“Shit– No no no,” his eyes grew in horror, even as his softening cock twitched at the sight. “Spit it out, please, oh no–” Levi scrambled to get you something, anything to spit into, to wipe you off with, but both your hands held him in place by the thighs. His eyes met yours and the moment your eyes locked, you swallowed. You swallowed and his eyes widened in equal parts horror, disbelief and excitement. Levi found himself stunned into silence. You smiled at him and he knew by the mischievous glint in your eye, that this would not be the last time; something he’d have to admit that, despite the messiness of it, he was looking forward to. Maintaining eye contact, you reached up and with a thumb you swiped the remaining cum off your lips and popped it into your mouth. His jaw dropped, but before he could say anything, you beat him to it.

“Thank you for the meal.”