#im hoping to get my brain in the mood to answer things so I can Do things

[orbdotexe]

Yknow what... have got to flesh out the Exile timeline. Send me ideas or questions about specific events, maybe?

#I dont. have any thoughts. about Shadowkeep. even though i really need to #bc i dont think we have Anything on that period right now? #orb rambles #or if you just have a question or idea about. Anything here. go ahead! #im hoping to get my brain in the mood to answer things so I can Do things #uh. i cannot guarantee they get answered right now but! i will try! #ETERNAL I AM DOING THAT ASK ABOUT CAYDE AND WOLF MEETING i just want stuff to write about Exile after I finish it-

[vastill]

I love you Rebecca Welton fics🩷

So maybe a Rebecca Welton Fic where reader and her have been married for a while but no one quite believes it until reader shows up to drop off pinch for Rebecca?

Forgotten lunch

Rebecca Welton/fem!reader

warnings: fluff

words: 1700+

My requests are open!!

English is not my first language!

A/N: firstly, i love your request, and thank you for sending it! and secondly, im really sorry, my brain read your request a little differently but I hope you will like it! hope you will enjoy reading it! let me know what you think!!💚

Rebecca Welton always wanted to have an aura of secrecy around her. Sharing every aspect of her life with others was not for her. After a messy divorce from Rupert, she learned even more about living in secrecy. She didn't want to experience another drama in her life, and she certainly didn't want the press meddling in her private affairs again, so she decided to keep some things to herself. However, as the owner of a football club, it wasn't easy, as it involved many plans and rules she had to follow.

Rebecca's daily schedule remained consistent. Each morning, she had to go through her ritual to ensure she didn't forget anything important. Being an early riser, she would often admire her partner's sleeping face before the alarm went off. Despite her demanding job, Rebecca always made time for you. Mornings were her favorite moments, a brief shared moment of lying in bed and cuddling before she went to get ready for the day. During this time, you would go downstairs to prepare breakfast for both of you and pack lunch for Rebecca. Remote work had the perk that you could spend most of the day in your pyjamas without worrying about anything.

“How can you look this gorgeous so early in the morning?” You asked when she came downstairs in all her glory. She grabbed you by the hand and tugged you for the sweetest kiss. “I don’t know, how can you look this cute in your pyjamas?” She laughed when you scoffed and kissed your nose.

“Well, not everyone is the owner of a football club, baby. So I need to pull off my pajamas look.”

“And you do it perfectly darling,” she smiled and beckoned you closer to her, “I love seeing you like this. It’s a shame that I need to go to work.” She said while her hands went under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your stomach.

“Someone is clingy today. You sure you can’t stay today?” You asked, internally knowing the answer but there was no harm in asking, maybe one day she would agree.

Rebecca sighed, leaning her head on your chest and hugging you tightly, “No, sorry sweetheart. I can’t, I have some meetings today but I promise I will be home for dinner.” The two of you stood in your embrace for a little while, taking this moment of calmness.

“Oh fuck,” you heard Rebecca silently murmur before quickly getting up. “I need to go, otherwise I will be late. Have a good day, I love you!” she shouted as she left the house. As she opened the door, you noticed her packed lunch sitting on the counter. “Wait, love! You forgot your...” The door closed before you could finish the sentence, “...lunch.”

You pondered for a moment about what to do with the lunch box. Your initial thought was to bring her lunch to work, but since no one knew about your relationship, you weren't sure if Rebecca wanted them to know. However, you had made her favorite dish, and you knew she was craving it, so not having it today would surely ruin her mood. Ultimately, you decided to send her a text and wait for her response.

Hi, love! You forgot your lunch from home and I know you have been craving this meal so what do you want me to do with it? I think I'll put it in the fridge and it'll be waiting for you. Missing you already xx

Rebecca got to work without being a minute late. She sat in her office and checked her phone, seeing your message she searched her purse, “Shit!”

“Hello to you too, Boss!” she saw Ted standing in her office with his usual box of biscuits in hand. “Sorry, Ted. Yes, good morning.” She said with a tight smile.

“Got up on the wrong side of the bed? Maybe these will help.” Ted said, handing her the box.

“Thank you,” she said, grabbing one of the biscuits, “I just forgot my lunch at home. It was a tasty lunch, so I’m a little upset.”

“Maybe you can send someone to grab it for you? I don’t mind going there if you want me to. It’s not like I have many things to do today.” Ted offered.

“No, that won’t be necessary. I think I have an idea. But back to work, do you have something you want to talk about?” she asked while texting you.

I didn’t even notice! You and your pyjamas distracted me! But I thought maybe you could come here and drop it. And if you are not busy, have lunch with me in my office? That would be very nice. Love you xx

Yeah, of course! When do you want me to be there?

Around two? How does that sound?

I’ll be there! I can’t wait! xx

Rebecca was nervous, not because she was ashamed of who she was or her relationship, but because she wanted to protect her and your privacy. And you coming here wasn’t something that she expected to do. But she was also excited. She wanted you to be in all parts of her life and perhaps introduce you to some of her friends at AFC Richmond if you were up for it.

As two o'clock approached, Rebecca paced in her office. The door swung open, and she turned around to see Keeley standing there. Although she felt disappointed, she didn't show it on her face.

“Hey! I need to tell you all about this new staff at my office. He is getting on my nerves so bad!” Keeley said, settling comfortably on the couch in Rebecca’s office. “You know, he is new but fucking hell he doesn’t know how to do anything. He broke the printer today! Printer, Rebecca! How does someone not know how to use the fucking printer!”

“Oh hey, yes, I’m good, thanks for asking. And no, you are not interrupting.” Rebecca said, her voice laced with sarcasm.

“Don't tell me you're busy. I saw you pacing!” Keeley exclaimed. Another person appeared in the doorway. “Oh, Ted! Come here, maybe you have some gossip to share!” she shouted from the couch.

I’m here. Do I just go straight in or do I need to do something?

Go straight in, when you reach the stairs you need to go up and there is my office.

Rebecca didn’t know what to do. You will be here any minute, and she is not alone.

FYI Ted and Keeley are here in my office.

Oh. Do you not want me to go there? I mean I can ask someone to bring you lunch.

Don’t be silly, come here. I want you to meet them. I want you to be a part of this family I have here <3

Okay, give me a second, I love you xx

“Who are you texting? Me and Ted are here so..did you finally meet someone?” Keeley asked, and Rebecca could only smile. She saw you standing in the hallway and beckoned you inside. “Who is there? Are we inviting more people to the gossip group?” Keeley said, but Rebecca wasn’t listening to her anymore.

You shyly stepped into the office, stealing a glance at Keeley and Ted before waving at them. They looked at you with confusion, unsure of who you were. But before you could speak, Rebecca embraced you in a hug. “I’m so happy you are here, darling,” Rebecca whispered in your ear. After releasing the hug, her hand remained on your waist. “Thank you for bringing me lunch, I know I promised you to eat together but I didn’t expect to have company." She said, giving a narrowed look to the two individuals on the couch.

“You didn’t tell me you are bringing a hot date here! So that’s not my fault!” Keeley exclaimed. She quickly introduced herself, saying, “Hi, I’m Keeley, Rebecca’s best friend, and you are?”

You smiled at her, “Hi, I’m Y/N, Rebecca’s-“ You glanced at Rebecca, and she nodded, so without hesitation, you continued, “wife.” The two of you exchanged smiles as you noticed their confused expressions. You couldn't help but feel a rush of joy as you saw the surprise on their faces.

“Wait a moment, did I hear correctly? You said wife, didn't you? I mean my hearing isn't as good as it used to be, but surely it can't be that bad. Or maybe I imagined it?” Ted questioned, his eyebrows furrowing as he nervously rubbed his ear, trying to make sense of what he'd just heard.

Rebecca laughed lightly at his surprise, nodding in affirmation. “Yes, Ted, you heard me correctly. She is my wife, it will be two years soon.” Rebecca confirmed with a gentle smile, her fingers tenderly squeezing your side for reassurance.

Keeley seemed to get out of her confused stage, “I knew you were a little fruity but WIFE! And you didn’t tell me! I’m seriously offended!” she said, her voice filled with faux disapproval, “It will take a lot of hot gossips for me to forgive you!”

“I don’t know about hot gossip, but we definitely will have girls' night since you know who I am.” You said, a note of excitement creeping into your voice, “I'm sorry Ted, I can't make any promises about them letting you in, but just so you know, from my side, you're also invited!”

“Yes! Girls night! I always wanted to be invited to one!” He jumped into the air in his excitement, his fist pumping in victory.

The room filled with laughter as Ted looked like he'd just won the lottery, and even Keeley's initial surprise had faded, replaced with an eager grin. Rebecca and you both laughed at his excitement, “I'll look forward to it,” Rebecca said, a smile dancing on her lips.

You couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth spread through you as you watched Rebecca talk and laugh with her colleagues. It was a sight you didn’t get to see often. She caught your eye and winked at you, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

This was a new chapter in your life, and you both were ready for it. Rebecca was finally ready to let the world know about her love for you, ready to take on whatever came her way with you by her side.

#rebecca welton x reader #rebecca welton fic #rebecca welton fanfic #rebecca welton #ted lasso fic #vastill #wlw fiction #wlw post

[beababoobies]

Helloooo you asked for some Sally face requests and I have one 🤭

Can you write Larry x fem! Reader who struggles w anxiety like hurt comfort kinda thing 💗💗💗💗🫶 THANK UU

Hiya! Absolutely, I’d love to do that for you lovely! Enjoy :) and thank you for the request!

Calm Me Down, Work Me Up.

Larry Johnson X anxious fem!Reader,

(0.6k words)

You had been having the absolute worst day. Whether it was panicking about your math test with Ms.Packerton and convincing yourself you had flunked it, or the fact that you had gotten too nauseous looking at the mystery meat for lunch and been unable to eat, you had practically come to your breaking point.

Sitting in your boyfriends room, huddled up on the corner of his bed while he paints pretty strokes on a canvas, closing your eyes and trying to focus your attention on not falling victim to the current bout of over exhaustion and overstimulation that your brain was falling into, knees hugged tight to your chest as you took deep breaths.

You loved Larry dearly, you really, really did, but the way too loud hard metal music was tipping you over the edge. Normally, you’d bring your headphones or even be in the mood to head bang with him, but the time being? Before you could stop it, you started crying. Full on tears and sobs, falling harder into sobbing when you realized how embarrassingly loud you were crying when Lar turned off his music and came to sit next to you on his bed, looking at you with those confused brown puppy dog eyes.

“hey hey hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He cooed softly, watching you try to take a breath between the sniffles and sobs to actually explain yourself, wiping your cheeks on the back of your hand, watching the black of your eyeliner and mascara wipe off on your skin, sniffling and swallowing thickly as you finally got yourself to speak, closing your eyes as you took a deep breath, feeling him out his hand on your back softly, rubbing circles into your skin.

“I - I don’t know! I just, im so scared about my math test, and and, I don’t know, maybe my blood sugar is just too low right now? I don’t - I’ve been nauseous most of the day because of that stupid fucking mystery lunch meat, I just - I can’t.” You whine out, stopping to sob and whine a couple times, looking up at you with panda-black eyes from rubbing your makeup out all over your face.

“oh, babe, I’m sorry I didn’t notice. Do you want some water? Do you want to cry about it more? Or would you just like me to stop asking you questions when you don’t know what will help and I’ll just do my best?” He asks with a small smile, thick eyebrows pinched and droopy eyes looking into your face for answers, and you just offer up a weak nod, watching him get up to go get what you can only assume is a glass of water and some tissues, so you take the time to let out a few last dry sobs before he walks back into the room.

”here you are my love” he coos softly, handing you a glass of water and watching you bring it up to your shaky lips, taking small sips of it and swallowing softly, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead before taking the empty glass of water from your shaking hands, putting it back on the bedside table before gently placing you to face towards him, gently wiping off the remaining smudged makeup from around your eyes, whatever you hadn’t cried off.

“t-Thank you.” You hiccup out quietly, looking down at your hands, before being wrapped in a warm hug by your beloved boyfriend as he places gentle kisses to your hair, reassuring you as you start to come back to your senses and your own emotions, silently cradled in your boyfriends arms.

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hope you enjoyed strawberry!! I love your user it’s super cute! <3 sorry it was a little short!

#larry johnson #larry johnson x reader #sally face #sally face x reader

[love-toxin]

not sure if this is something you're comfortable with so if it is, i apologize and just ignore this. Im not normally a big period sex person but today is the first day of my period and all i can think is Eddie selling me weed and enticing me into sleeping with him.

like please sir. ease my cramps. just wanna get high with him and have some sex with him to ease my mood 🥴💀😭

EHEH. as someone with the worst periods imaginable, this appeals to me greatly. teehee!

cws: blood, period sex, drugs, smoking, outdoor sex, first kisses, dominance kink, you awaken eddie's caregiving kink, period talk, petnames, crying, fluff and comfort, fem reader.

".....Huh. So that's why you want it, huh?"

Eddie's teasing you--he must be. He'd tried so hard to extract the truth out of you, pondering the question of why such a delicate little girl like you was sniffing him out for some weed out of the blue, and now he's got his answer.

Yeah, your period's kicking your ass. It's always been painful, but it's just gotten more and more difficult to deal with as you've gotten older. It's reached a level where you can barely get out of bed some days, and even your friends have noticed you struggling to focus on classes and just get through the day at all. Your last resort, after dozens of emptied pill bottles and hot water bottles used so much they're leaking, is the town's second-best drug dealer: Eddie Munson.

"Izzit really that bad?" He queries, brown eyes trained on you.

"If it wasn't, I wouldn't be here." You snap, not intentionally, but it was gonna come out that way no matter what. At least you can expect he won't mock you with the question of whether you're on the rag, because he already knows you are.

"Okay, okay, I get it. But don't complain if it doesn't help." He shrugs his shoulders, and rolls a couple joints with such a quick hand he makes it look easy. Deft fingers tuck the paper in on itself as he makes sure nothing falls out, because he reassured you that he would do a good job since you can't do it yourself. It's actually a little surprising that he didn't tease you at all for that--until you hear what he has to say next. "I, uh, hope it does, though. Y'know. Can't imagine bleeding every month is easy."

"Obviously it's not....but....thank you, Eddie." He finishes the joint, and looks over at his lunchbox in contemplation. There seems to be something on his mind, some thought rolling around in that brain rooted in by long, curly waves of hair.

"...Is what they say true?"

"What?" He fiddles with the clasp like he's got something he'd rather be saying, but his hands are soon busied with a lighter lying nearby that he flicks open and closed.

"....That you can help period pain with orgasms?" He strikes you dumb, speechless even, and when the air comes back into your lungs you spit out the first thing that comes to mind.

"Perv."

"Humour me." He's surprisingly serious about it, at least he seems that way. You were convinced this was a tease, a friendly jab at your expense, but the way Eddie's looking at you....the intense staring contest you share is interrupted only when you clear your throat, and Eddie's eyes drop to ignite the little burst of flame that erupts from the zippo, before he holds it to a joint he swipes up and puts in his mouth.

"...Yes. I think. I don't really do anything on mine...it's just..." This is so embarrassing. Why are you spilling your guts to Eddie Munson of all people? He cups the flame with his newly freed hand to keep the light from going out, and finally returns your shy gaze when he clicks the lighter closed and puffs on it before plucking it off his lips.

"Messy?" He hands the joint over to face the unlit end towards you, and you take it gratefully to sweep a cloud of smoke into your needy lungs.

"Y-Yeah."

The silence is deafening as you smoke together, passing it back and forth once, and then twice.

"...I could help you."

"Yeah, sure." You brush him off. What a cruel joke while you're already vulnerable. Eddie leans in close.

"I'm serious. Gimme ten minutes. Swear I can help you." If your heart was any more silent, you would've expected yourself to drop dead--because in that moment, it's so quiet you can hear a pin drop in the forest. Eddie tilts his head, searching for an answer or a streak of disgust in your pretty eyes, and waits out the silence with an unsettlingly serious expression on his face. One that splits into a smirk when you finally nod 'yes', throat clenched too tight to even think of saying it out loud.

"Gotta make this quick then, sweetheart." He drops the stubby end of the joint into the gravel, snuffing it out with the toe of his sneaker in the same motion he uses to get up out of his seat, hands braced on the table and shaking with excitement. It comes out in his breathing too, shuddered breaths puffing out his chest as he circles round the table to your side, the anticipation driving one of those hands into your hair and his lips between your brows as he tugs at your top.

"Wait, w-we're gonna make a mess, though!" You hiss in a whisper, breaking off of the heart-battering kiss for your head to swivel back and forth, eyes scanning the woods for an audience as Eddie pulls you up to your feet and shuffles you over to the side of the table--your butt pressed against the edge before he lifts you up to sit on top of it, grinning like a fool the whole way.

"Yeah we are," He breathes, smelling of pot and cigarettes and lust. "Gonna make a fuckin' mess of you, princess."

The weed is hitting you now. The world is tinged with warmth, a fuzzy feeling in your brain that leaks down your veins and makes the fire burning in your belly burn even hotter. Each graze of Eddie's fingertips against your skin as he pulls your panties down your legs strikes another match, and although you know in your head that this is such a bad idea, the thought of stopping makes you whine--it feels good, and that's all that matters. It's a quick dive into an all-encompassing high, and by then you're so amiable you fully commit to what you're doing. Eddie's mouth presses into your neck as he whispers a question, and you nod again, clutching at his shirt and his toned arms as he kisses reassurance into your skin and tugs the string of your tampon until it comes completely out. Throws it somewhere, abandons it into the world that doesn't exist to you right now--because the only things that do are you, Eddie, and the table keeping you upright.

"You're so weird, Eddie.." You whimper into his neck, hiding your face in his shirt and his hair, all while he's undoing his zipper and tugging his half-hard cock out from his boxers. "You sh-should be grossed out..."

He really should. No guy you've ever met would dare to get near you or any girl on their period, and here's Eddie Munson offering to soothe your cramps with an orgasm, and guiding his cockhead to slide between your folds without care to how much blood must be coating it. You can feel it dripping down your ass where you sit, so it must be quite a bit--he teases you with a gentle prod inside, just barely enough to sheathe the tip, and his back buckles when he gets a feel for just how tight you really are.

"Come over later, and I'll eat you out too." The whine that rips out of you at that amuses him, and he chuckles in a way that sounds more like a growl as he finally slides in all the way. "Don't hide that pretty face from me."

His fingers clamp down on the back of your neck, yanking your head back to see your expression twisting up with worry and twinging with an ache from the deep stretch he's putting upon you. Your eyes are still darting to the side and behind him, your brain spinning too fast with fear of being caught--but he angles your head so you're level with him, bright eyes finally settling on his as he struggles not to claim your lips in a kiss he's been wanting since you first sat down across from him.

"S'just you and me," He pants, clearly focusing hard on not getting overwhelmed with the rather unique sensations. "Don't worry about anything else. Just focus on me. I'll take care of everything."

One buck of his hips, an experimental one, and any attempt to stay quiet on your end is futile. A very pleased cry tears its way out of your lungs and rings out into the forest, and while Eddie dips his head on instinct, he halts at a stop while his hips keep rolling, slowly.

"Can I kiss you?" You blink absentmindedly at him, trying to process that request while his lips are so close to yours, and look so kissable.

"I like to kiss when I do it." He smiles to reassure you, uses it as a weapon despite his eyes squinting and his face growing hot as he finds his rhythm. "Please? Promise it won't mean anything."

"Don't promise me that..." You say without thinking, mind muddled and hazy with want and your arms linking up around his shoulders to lean in closer, your noses bumping each other's. A surprised "Oh?" slips out of him, followed closely by a moan as he hits some kind of resistant wall inside you. The drugs make it all fuzzy, so it doesn't even hurt, but Eddie's being too sweet for you to think it would anyways.

"You into the freak, sweetheart? Was this your plan?"

"No! Shut up, Eddie!" Gasping, you're sucking the exhaled breaths out of his lungs in the shared space, but your words have no bite and the throaty snicker that escapes him when you fall for his trap prove that he knows it. He's faster, losing a little bit of that confident decorum, one hand on your lower back while the other busies itself with sliding messy circles into your clit.

"Hit a nerve," He gasps as you tighten around him, your back arching into his thrusts, while your pussy drools with all manner of slick; blood, arousal, and the spit off of Eddie's quick fingers. "Did I?"

"Stop making fun of me..." You finally whimper, breaking that facade as the world hits your shoulders and you feel the weed stirring up all your emotions and bringing them out. That mixed with the hormonal shifts of your mood have you teary-eyed and sniffly, and yet Eddie's not bothered--he looks entertained, has a soft look on his features, he pulls you closer against him and nuzzles the tip of your nose with his.

"Sorry, baby," He chuckles again, deeper this time, and narrows his eyes down at your lips. "I just like you too."

I like you too. Those words are foreign, even more so in Eddie's voice, but they're not unpleasant. Not even close. Eddie gives you one last chance to bail, one moment of hesitation with his mouth so close to yours, and you don't waste it. You close that distance between you, soft lips meeting chapped but warm ones, and Eddie moans almost immediately into the kiss like it's even hotter to him than fucking you outright. It doesn't last long but it doesn't have to, it's sweet and it's perfect, and there will be more. God, there will be so many more if the glimmer in his eyes when you break the first one is anything of a tell.

"Think I hook up with just anyone I deal to? 'M not some--ngh--common whore." He laughs. What a nice way to say "This is the first time, you're the only one I would do this with." in a way that still befits your Eddie. Your Eddie.

"C-Cum in me, Eds..." You whine, pawing at his shoulders to pull him closer as he works his hips, muscles flexing as he puts in so much effort to rub your clit in tandem. He's close too, you can feel it, can feel the twitches and spasms of his dick as he chases that spot inside you--the one that's so soft it makes you buckle into him when he pummels it, and causes you to gush all over him when he thumbs your clit just right at the same time.

"Can't," He pants, forehead pressed against yours to kiss you again between every few words. "Ask me when we're both sober." He chuckles out, sliding right into a groan as he hits his stride and starts rocking the table beneath you with the weight of his hips slapping against yours.

"Not gonna let you...pull out..." You lock your legs around his thin waist, ankles hooking behind his back to yank him closer and keep those thrusts short and sharp. He can barely manage to touch you, you're so close, and with gritted teeth he relents and wipes his fingers clean of the blood on his pants.

"My good girl," He pulls back, hands cupping both sides of your face and tugging strands of errant hair away from your eyes. He looks innocent, but his voice turns sinister in a second as he squishes your cheeks in a strong grip. "You're gonna do whatever I fucking tell you to do."

Immediately, you let your legs drop from where they once sat on his hips, going limp and boneless in his hold as your orgasm creeps up closer and closer on you. His voice is sexy when he's close but the words, those are something you won't shake loose from your thoughts so easily. Your fingers flutter to clasp over his hands on your cheeks, your bodies moving with no help from your arms yet your satisfaction growing with the harsh scraping of his wiry hairs against your clit on each thrust. You want his cum so bad in the moment, want him to commit completely to making you a mess--but following his commands somehow feels....better. Feel that fluttering in your tummy and your clit when he speaks up and says anything with that stern tone.

"Shit, you're cute when you obey me--f-fuck, fuck it, god-" Eddie's hand shoots down in those last few moments, desperately pawing and rubbing at your sensitive little spot to put that pressure on it that you need--and it makes you clench so hard around him that it's all he needs to finish, forgoing any sense and conscience to keep quiet as he runs his mouth with dirty words and slips out of you, the cool breeze on his bare cock all he needs for it to spit heavy globs of pearly-white cum all over your thighs. He tries, really he tries not to get it near your slit, but a fat dribble of it shoots right across your clit as the icing on the cake. Not that you would notice or care, though, as you're squealing Eddie's name and clinging to him dearly as you cum around nothing and your body shakes with waves of pleasure that blot out everything but him.

It's like a spiritual experience in a way--the tears spilling down your cheeks and wetting Eddie's hands as he cups them, rubbing you through your orgasm until you can't take another second of pleasure and bump his hand away, slumping completely in his arms and laying your head on his shoulder. It sobers you up somewhat; the clear-headedness after you cum, the cold air hitting your sensitive areas, and the smell and touch of Eddie as he strokes your hair and talks you down back into real life. It hurts but it feels good, it aches but you're glowing....you want to say something sweet, to tell him something sincere, to do anything, but when you finally sit up and look down the tears just overwhelm you again.

"Eddie, my skirt..." You sniffle, shakily lifting it up with one hand to assess it. There's blood everywhere, soaking your clothing and the table, staining Eddie's crotch and his jeans, and there's a puddle of it mixed with his cum on the ground beneath you. At least his pants are dark, so it's not noticeable on him, but it's light out and you look like you came straight out of Carrie. "I can't...c-can't.."

"Shh," Eddie soothes, guiding your face forward to kiss your forehead. His voice is so much lower now, seemingly unfazed by the circumstances even though he seriously should be. "You have a tampon, sweetheart?"

"In my bag," You whimper, and he doesn't bother cleaning himself off before he zips back up. Deftly, he pulls your backpack over to dig inside the first pocket he sees before pulling one out triumphantly. "I'll..I'll..." Your hands are too shaky. You can barely open the plastic when he hands it to you, and even when Eddie does it for you, you can't even aim it right. You've never felt so pathetic, despite just having the best time of your life, and making such a big mess is just so embarrassing. He must think I'm gross.

"I can put it in for you, sweetheart. Just talk me through it." There's no energy for you to even shake your head, you just let your lip wobble and beg him not to tease you, to which he responds with a kiss and a solemn swear that he won't say a word. He even pauses to retrieve some abandoned tissues in his lunchbox to clean you up first, at least to get the cum wiped off and most of the blood dried for the moment.

And when you give in, it's easy--he does exactly as he's told, seems somewhat familiar with it within moments of handling it, and as quick a learner as ever he pushes the proper end in and pulls the plastic out, smiling with pride in himself as he slips the applicator into the packaging and tucks it into his pocket to throw away later.

"Feel better, at least?" He finally murmurs with a clean hand on your cheek, not daring to move you for fear of making you dizzy or pushing you too far. And he hasn't left, hasn't shown even an inkling of desiring to, which just boggles your mind further but makes it easier to let those thoughts spill out.

"You ruined everything." You lean into him, worry turning his features. An unexpectedly sincere and slightly frantic apology is halfway off his lips before you cut him off rather abruptly, though. "You're the only thing that makes it better now..."

"Really? Not the weed?" He giggles at how sweetly you say it, the compliment evidently like music to his ears. "Guess I'll have to help you again. We'll do it somewhere a little cleaner next time, mkay?"

You hum in agreement, amiable to whatever he says so long as you get to keep listening to his voice. "Want me to drive you home, or you wanna change and go back to class?"

"Yours?"

Eddie rubs your chin with a calloused thumb, his teeth gleaming all white and pretty as the rest of his life flashes before his eyes. It's dangerous to go home with a boy you don't know that well--but Eddie's clearly not that kind of guy, and the kiss he so lovingly presses to your lips when he gets you on your feet, and ties his beloved Dio jacket around your waist, says it all.

"Course, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you, for being such a sweet girl to me. Don't you worry about a thing."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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I know a lot of people are really into your human au (belong me I'm to, I'm catching up into the crazy ride that's it is) (ﾟ⁠οﾟ⁠人⁠)⁠)

but personally I keep coming back to the mini telenovela that is Howdy and Barnaby rejected confession (I keep calling it limpieza en pasillo 6) I don't know I all in for the drama; just like Sally, I hope they get a happy ending (no after howdy get a hell of a fail attempts to charm his goof love back) (⁠ ⁠/⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)⁠/⁠♪⁠♪

Also I'm eating up the tiny but where Wally juts unlock a protective mood, I keep wondering if he just stare Howdy super hard telling him how unneighborly he's been or just stay close to Barn to be there for him (also trying to crack the jokes he remember from him)

Anyway sorry for the rambling, I just get so excited!! ಠ⁠◡⁠ಠ

Hope you have a lovely day bye!

mini telenovela 😭 LIMPIEZA EN PASILLO 6 PLEASSEEEE that's so good... i cant even write the post im too busy giggling like a madman over that

tbh the whole things is like.... Plotted Out in my brain. before i bed i just press play on the mindplayer & watch it like a movie. w/ Wally i like to imagine that he has no idea what to do with this new emotion. it's more like he just sticks to Barnaby like glue & puts himself between Barnaby and Howdy in a sense. i have a specific scene in mind where Howdy goes to Barnaby's as soon as he Realizes to apologize, but Wally answers the door instead and basically it goes:

Howdy: i need to speak with Barnaby

Wally: he's napping

Howdy: oh! well i can just come in and wait for-

Wally: he's napping.

Howdy: ...oh

Wally: thank you. goodbye *closes door*

(Barnaby was not taking a nap)

#hes not like.... angry? #hes just worried for barnaby. he doesnt want his bestie to get hurt any more than he already is </3 #so he's just gonna... block howdy #i mean the moment barnaby is chill w howdy again. wally will be too! #hes all 'great! lets go get hotdogs' not an Ounce of resentment in that little fuzzy body #ofc howdy Thinks wally is angry with him but yk <3 hes wrong <3 #IM GLAD IM NOT THE ONLY ONE UNWELL ABT THIS LIL ~STORY~ #i have all the scenes Up Here... in neuron central.... #from barnaby's crisis to howdy's realization to the sleepover to the Picnic Table to the garden party #oh... the picnic table scene... their Conversation... ough <3 #rambles from the bog #id like to write it all out when im doing better #i will write the laughingstock fic i want to see in this world....

[refeminizeme]

hey yall, i was here, went 2 @re--feminize-me m i was having some tech issues on my other acct and decided 2 give this one another shot!!!

Mandatory disclaimer that transphobia in real life sucks and so does misogyny etc and i dont condone pretty much anything on this blog if its not in a consensual kink context, obviously. If this content triggers you pls block me.

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kink list

loves

forcefem/feminization!!!!!!!

bondage esp sh1bari

brainwashing/conditioning/mind control

bimboification/dumbification

hypnosis!!!!!

breathplay (incl. being choked and more)

dp

edging & denial

sensory deprivation ♡

humiliation

consensual blackmailing but only w ppl i REALLY trust

gaslighting/manipulation (consensually and negotiated first, and only w the right person so dont do this right out the gate)

likes

cnc (if in the mood, with the right person i trust, etc)

breeding/sometimes pregnancy

spirals

body writing

intox (consensually and for the right person)

degradation in very specific like, um, ways??? like um, i like sweet degradation.

exhibitionism but like um, im not like, TOOOOO into this its a minor kink for me

transfemme supremacy

misogyny kink

hucow

curious about

lactation

will update as i like, think of more???? if u think of anything not on this list ask me about it n like, it just may get added hahahahahaha

hard limits

findom/me

v0mit

watersports/scat

cgl/ddlg/daddy dom anything

age/re

alternate personality stuff/anything related to that

feet

body shaming, esp weight related

weight control/eating disorder stuff

racism/racist slurs/etc

any kind of inc3st including daddy/mommy as a title

ass to mouth in any capacity

rimming (giving)

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some of my hypnotic triggers im like, willing 2 share publicly:

dr*p and sle*p - some obvious ones, put me into a trance

deeper and deeper - makes me go deep real fast if used after dr*p and/or sle*p

thr*b - makes me really horny and makes my cunt, well, throb

edge esp in all caps/bolded - makes me immediately reach an edge and if im touching i HAVE 2 stop until the edge has passed

like a go0d girl - makes me want to obey whatever precedes it

submit/surrender - makes me feel very obedient n like, submissive

tr*th - makes my subconscious answer a question without my conscious mind being aware of it and i will immediately forget answering the question after

(these are censored so i can read them but use the actual word in asks if u wanna use them!!!!)

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i occasionally make detr4ns/misgen/bimbofication files (you can find them here!!) but im primarily a sub.

I've been listening to hypnosis for like 3-4 years and this is like, how ive turned out bc of it???? I really am detransitioning n becoming the best bimbo i CAN be irl this is not like, ENTIRELY a fantasy for me but i dont like, condone this stuff outside of a consensual kink context to be clear. ask me abt it??

I used to be ftm and hypnosis fixed my brain ♡ now to fix my body lmaooooooo

my tits are like,,,, soooo big omg. last i posted abt them on this blog they were a DDD/F cup and now theyre an i or j cup depending on the day??????? i like, hope they keep getting bigger 😳😳

also fwiw i AM a bigger girl, which like, means dont expect me to be the waifish manic pixie dream girl many guys like, seem to expect??? My icon + header are both me so that shld give u an idea of what to expect from my pics.

Also i do "commissions" for pics, audio, videos/gifs, etc just lmk what ur looking for n im sure we can arrange smth!! For those interested I also also have a gdrive folder of my fave nüdes (23 pics, 2 vids, n a gif) for whatever u think is a reasonable donation ♡ I'm trying to raise money for several fun detrans things so I'm like,,, open to negotiation on that. DM me if any of that interests you!!

Alternatively, follow me on Loverfans here, for free (lewd content) or $5 a month (the good stuff) ♡ Easy peasy.

also, im in a polyamorous relationship and if i like you we can play, but dont start off with either "hi" (boring) or "hello slut throb" etc like.... straight up you need to treat me like a person first before ill let you treat me like a toy.

[hentyehottie]

a/n: first work on this platform & looking for moots who also love black reader inserts

pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 2.7k

c/w: 18+ MDNI'

language, oral sex (cunnilingus, rimming) f!receiving, roommates, college au, fingering, katsuki eavesdrops, or maybe you're just being loud lol, katsuki bends you like a pipe cleaner 😭

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You were beyond annoyed right now. Not only was traffic fucking terrible, you had bombed your chemistry midterm and it made you feel like shit. Now you were hoping to go in your room and rub your clit until you forgot about it. You were sure you weren’t going to say anything about it to Katsuki.

You could see it now. He’d shake his head in disappointment, another reason for him to call you a bimbo and dumb. He was always on your ass enough as it is, you didn’t want him going extra hard on you, especially after you had failed a test that was so important to your major.

“Hey.” Katsuki said as you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

It was a cute apartment, a bit on the smaller side, but rent was affordable and even cheaper with a roommate. Plus, you had learned to tolerate your roommate so all was well.

He wasn’t the most respectful but he footed the big bills as long as you cooked and cleaned well enough. He even helped you with homework occasionally and you did the same when he rarely needed it. You even helped each other de-stress when it was absolutely necessary. It almost felt safe enough to call you and Bakugo friends.

“Hey Bakugo.” He was in the kitchen, making himself breakfast his usual routine after his early online lecture.

“How was your test?” He asked, spreading jelly over his toast, spooning his scrambled eggs onto one slice and sprinkling bacon bits on it before sandwiching both pieces of toast together.

“It was alright. Some things I knew, some I didn’t.” He listened to you as he began eating, starting with the pieces of egg that crumbled out of his sandwich and onto the plate.

“Fair enough, that tiny brain of yours is filled with gumdrops and lollipops anyway. How do you think you did?”

“Im not sure. Don’t kick me while I’m down.” Your tone was playful, or at least you hoped it was, and you hoped to leave the conversation at that.

“Listen, if you failed just do better on the next one. All you’re pouting is putting me in a shitty mood.”

It was hard for you not to be in a shitty mood. Bakugo had spent hours tutoring you, helping you study and cram for this stupid test and you still bombed it.

“I’m sorry. Can I have a bite, please?”

He rolled his eyes, holding up his sandwich, feeling generous enough to let you take the first bite. “Thanks Bakubro.” You answered playfully, draping yourself on his shoulders.

“God, don’t tell me you’re gonna start that shit like the rest of those goddamn extras.”

“Those extra’s,” You referred to Eijirou, Denki, Sero and Mina. “Are your friends. Don’t be mean.”

You walked over to get a napkin to wipe your mouth, passing one to Katsuki as well. When you were done you threw it in the nearly-full trash can.

“Can you take the trash out later, please.” “Yeah, grab me a Gatorade." You grabbed a bottle of water for yourself and a Gatorade for him, passing him the beverage before sitting across from him at the island. “Thanks.”

“Why are you watching porn in the kitchen, weirdo.” You peeked at his screen again to make sure you weren’t tripping. He had his AirPods in so you couldn’t hear exactly what was going on but sure enough, he was watching some dude in a dorm eating a girl out.

“I’m not watching porn dumbass, I opened Twitter and this shit was plastered on my screen.” Katsuki wasn’t pathetic enough to deliberately disrespect your common area like that, but that shitty haired, shark toothed loser just happened to send this video along with the message ‘You and —.’

When they’d found out he’d become roommates with a woman the idiots wouldn’t shut up about it and Bakugo found it really fucking annoying.

“I believe you,” You laughed. ”it’d be absolutely absurd to think the almighty Dynamight watched porn.”

He wanted to tell you that he didn’t have to. Hearing your moans and whimpers on the other side of the thin wall separating both of your bedrooms was usually enough to get him off.

He was a very visual person, and he couldn’t help but try to imagine what you were doing. Maybe fucking yourself with those stubby little fingers or rubbing your clit until you came. You were probably even hiding a dildo he didn’t know about.

“Kats don’t forget to take the trash out, I threw some egg salad away earlier and I don’t want it to start smelling. I’m gonna take a nap.”

Bakugo stood from the stool at the island.

“Stop bossing me around ya damn loser.” He said, watching your ass as you walked out of the kitchen. Katsuki began to gather the trash lying around in the kitchen and placed it into the trash can before tying up the bag and sitting it by the door. He had to work at seven so he’d just take it on his way out.

He washed his hands and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out of the kitchen. On the way to his room, right before he could open his door, he heard something that made his hand halt just as it reached the knob.

“Katsuki.” He knew unmistakably that those were your moans. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly. “Mmm f-fuck.”

He tried his best to carefully open the door, however the creak of hinge made you jump up. The cover slid down slightly, exposing a peek of your breasts before you pulled it right back up.

“A nap, huh?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tried your best to utter a reply but you were currently unable to form the simplest of words. You did plan on taking a nap, but after tossing and turning, you figured you’d have to put yourself to sleep.

“You gonna sit there like an idiot or go ahead and finish?” He asked noticing you were still sitting there. You could feel your orgasm fading just as fast as it built up and right now you were in the middle of a tough decision.

Either you could ignore Katsuki standing directly across from you while you masturbated to a video that the two of you made together, or you could shut the whole thing down and be dissatisfied as you contemplated dying of embarrassment.

As if he read your mind, he went on to say, “Today loser—just pretend I’m not even here, I just wanna see you cum.” He spoke, ruby eyes darkening to a deep, blood red.

“Well then maybe you could make me cum.” You seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside your heart was literally pounding in your chest. You were a completely different person during sex.

Unlike your usual sassy self, Katsuki noted that when the two of you were being intimate, you were always shy and quiet as hell. Always trying to suppress your moans and hide your face—which is exactly why he was a little taken aback. He tossed your phone over to the side, wanting your attention on himself. He looked at your phones screen and smirked to himself.

On your phone was a video of him fingering you. He knew it was him because of the distinct scars that years of fighting and training had put on him. The veins in his forearms bulging as he pumped his middle and ring fingers in and out of your wet cunt.

Bakugo could hear your soft moans emitting from the speaker of your phone, as well as his own deep, gruff voice mumbling out little nothings while he fucked you with his fingers. It was fuckin’ hot.

He recorded the video for you, since you wanted something intimate of your self to get off to. Plus it was shy little you, so this was probably the closest thing to a sex tape you’d ever make. He didn’t need any convincing, pulling his shirt off and kneeling onto your bed. He lifted your legs, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He told you leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your pouty lips. His hand trailed down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles around your clit through your panties. It felt good but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck Katsuki..I wanna cuummm.” You whined, as your cunt clenched around emptiness, you were so close to a mind shattering orgasm earlier. He wiped his fingers on a nearby towel, grabbing your phone to lock it.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up ya fuckin’ brat.”

Last time he fingered you, he licked your cum right off of his fingers, which was probably a sight that was permanently etched into the depths of your mind.

This time he wanted it straight from the source.

“I wanna eat your pussy." Katsuki said, in the most serious tone you've ever heard his voice take. It always amazed your how straightforward Katsuki was.

“But, we're friends-"

"Then let me eat your pussy, as a friend." He rolled his eyes.

Here he was, sitting beside you’d playing with your pussy while the two of you kissed. Y’all had done way too much as it is for you to be throwing the 'friend' card. “If you don't like it, we never have to bring it up again." He shrugged.

This had been something he wanted to do for a while, since you’d both started experimenting with each other sexually, but Katsuki wasn't going to beg. You paused for a little while, giving it some thought.

“And if I do like it?” “Then I’ll do it whenever you want. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

“...Okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“You sure?” He asked, hooking his fingers around the waist band of your panties. “I’m sure. It's just gonna be weird having you down there." You stated, covering your face with a pillow.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Not like I haven't been down here before."

“Yeah, but that was so long ago and your face and tongue wasn't buried in my cooch." You reasoned, heart pounding in your chest as he slid your panties down your thighs. Spreading your legs as wide as they could go and bending them at the knee, he took a good look at your treasure, licking his lips.

“Damn, your pussy is so pretty." He said, sliding his finger between your lips.

You placed the same pillow over your face, hoping the bed would just open up and swallow you whole. You were extremely shy and Katsuki wasn’t making it any better staring at your vagina like a starved man. He placed his head between your thighs, propping himself on his left elbow, taking the same finger and rubbing circles around your clit, sliding down to press at your entrance.

There was no way to explain your scent as it flooded his nostrils and clouded his brain. It made the blonde absolutely feral.

"Can I?" Bakugo asked, giving you one last chance to opt out if you no longer wanted to let him do this. Crimson eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response.

A simple nod and a "mhm" was his confirmation as he tasted your syrupy cunt for the first time. He licked a fat strip from your ass all the way to your clit. He did it again and again and again—both your pussy and your asshole clenching around nothing as he dug his fat wet tongue into your pussy with vigor.

“Mmm.” He moaned at the taste, pulling his head back to lick at the remnants of slick that were smeared on his cheeks and chin, earning a whimper of impatience from you.

“Kats-,” You choked on your spit and your mind short circuited when the thumb of his right hand rubbed at your asshole, ever so casually trying to push its way in.

“You love when I play with that ass don’t you,” He emphasized his statement with gentle prods and rubs at your rim, teasing the little brown pucker to no end. “You’re Katsuki’s nasty lil’ slut right?”

“Yes, yes, yesss.” You nodded furiously, swelling the blonde’s chest with pride. “Good girl.” Katsuki gave your lower hole another lick, planting a sweet kiss on your asshole and sinking his sharp canines into one of your cheeks.

You knew you were clean, but the act itself just felt so dirty, so taboo, so damn hot.

He traveled up to your pussy, sealing his lips around your clit. He stared up at you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, lips wrapped around your clit like a fucking jolly rancher.

As if this moment couldn’t get any more euphorically intense, you felt his fingers slide into you. You let out something between a yelp and a scream, nearly losing your mind at the feeling of fullness you got from only his middle and ring fingers.

Katsuki found your g-spot almost instantly, the stretching from the thick digits along with him flicking the spongy area at the very top of your cunt had you creaming around his middle and ring fingers. Your toes began to curl and your body slightly rocked back and forth as he forcefully fucked his thick fingers in and out of you.

“Hold your legs.” He gruffly commanded, waiting for you to place your hands around your ankles and pull your legs up. You pulled them back as far as your belly would allow, now splayed out and presenting him your pretty pussy.

It was probably the sexiest shit he’d ever seen and he silently thanked you for those early mornings of yoga you’d endured.

‘Itadakimasu.’ He thanked whoever had given him the grace of enjoying such a beautiful spread.

Shifting his position, the blonde now lied sniper style in front of you. He placed both hands on your ass, spreading you further before he buried his face in your pussy again. You opened your mouth to let out a moan, but your breath caught in your throat.

“Katsuki.” You ugly moaned his name as he alternated between a firmer, pointed tongue pressing hard on your clit, and a relaxed, flat tongue widely sweeping up and down over your entire vagina. No matter the technique, Katsuki was dexterous with his tongue and you jealously wondered how he’d come to be so good at eating pussy as he brought you closer and closer to the best ‘o’ you’d ever felt.

You gasped. Could he have been watching that in the kitchen for pointers?!

Bakugo ignored his rock hard cock, completely bent on getting you off before he even thought of himself. He kept licking and sucking, tongue bathing in your slick as he sloppily ate your pussy.

As much as he’d hate to admit, you were his favorite girl and he hated seeing you upset. He hoped this would help take your mind off that shitty test, and if it didn’t, he didn’t mind flipping you guys over and letting use his mouth however you wanted to.

Your thighs shook and your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth while you stared into his eyes. You two never looked away from each other, as the pressure built up inside.

“Katsuki! I’m cu-oh fuuuck.” You squirmed as tears of complete joy and pleasure streamed down your face. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your climax ripped through your body.

You layed there with your heart pumping, flinching slightly when his tongue brushed against your over sensitized clit a few more times.

“Fuck Kats, I-I can’t.”

You gasped out when his thumb began to rub circles over your puckered rim again. He hoped he could lick you into another orgasm but he could tell you couldn’t take it. You slumped over, laying on your side as your chest rose up and down rapidly.

That’s just how he likes to see you, fucked out and exhausted. Katsuki stood up straight and smirked, watching as your body occasionally jerked with violent tremors, satisfying him and filling his soul with accomplishment.

“Next time, gonna put my tongue in that cute lil’ ass of yours.” He marked his words with a heavy slap to your ass, watching your brown skin ripple around his palm. And with that he went to get a cloth to wipe his face and between your legs for the time being.

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closing a/n: If anyone’s wondering the reader is a nursing student and bakubabe is studying fire science!

#my hero academia #my hero x reader #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugo x reader #black reader #bakugou x chubby reader #bakugou x black reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou imagine #bnha smut #bnha bakugo smut #bnha x reader #bnha x black!reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo fic #bakugou katsuki #bakugou smut #HentyeHottie

[squarebracketsmileyface]

On a totally opposite end of the spectrum from the role swap-

Imagine if after the Promise chapter things flipped. If after that argument The Operator- out of pure animalistic type curiosity- said “ooh lemme stick my fingers in this sauce here” and left Alex alone to latch onto Jay. Its already discovered how it can push and twist and manipulate one person, but what about a completely separate person? Will the results be the same? Different? Will it be easier or harder?

So it latches onto Jay, and Alex experiences a flat out withdrawal from that thing’s influence, followed by the most gut wrenching clarity. Realizing how crazy he went, how he killed his friends to “save” them when it never would have mattered. So two weeks pass, and all he can think about is Jay- talking to him again and telling him everything, being honest and actually fucking admitting that he cares about him, that he wants to make good on his promise and do things right.

But Jay doesn’t answer. Jay is the one who drops off the planet and goes MIA, and Alex has a horrible, sinking suspicion he knows why. He hopes that Jay just finally got sick of him- he HOPES thats all it is- but deep down there’s this creeping suspicion that its not a coincidence. That he passed his own torment on to Jay like some twisted fucking disease-

He finds out he’s right, later on. When he starts working together with Tim(he’s desperate to find Jay, to fix things, even if that means groveling for Tim’s help-), when they start having run ins with Jay where he won’t see reason, where he argues every point they make and tries to convince Alex that everyone has to die, to help him(and wow, did he sound that crazy too? probably, yikes-)

And in the end Alex makes one last desperate attempt. He meets Jay somewhere alone, tries to convince him to come with him, tells him that he loves him-

But Jay doesn’t believe him. He tells Alex as much(“i love you but i can’t trust you- you said it yourself, why would you ever love somebody like me?”) and Alex wants to cry when Jay throws his own awful words back at him, things he never meant to say-

But what destroys him is when Jay takes the gun that he stole from Alex months ago, puts it to his own head and pulls the trigger with a bang right in front of him.

I’m in a dark mood today LMAO we die like tunnel guy

we die like tunnel guy lmaoooo

fucking THIS tho oh my god the ANGST

i literally have nothing else to add really, my brain saw this and turned into angst mush i fucking love this so much. Jay not believing Alex when he says he loves him fucking OW. This is literally fucking perfect. like, actually.

Everyone come look at this and be fucking destroyed by it because OW. it's especially sad because i'm thinking so much about Alex being the one feeling super hurt and stuff in his uni relationship with Jay, because im writing if it ain't broken at the moment. I am in the perfect mindset for just pouring over Jaylex angst with Alex being the one left feeling worst for it.

Honestly though, Alex finally seeing things fully, truly clearly and realising how terrifying and horrible it must have been for Jay to see him the way he was with the Operator in his head, all angry and not seeing sense and arguing every little thing.

withdrawal from the Operator tho, like, actual withdrawals from it could be so interesting. Like, how would that interact with Tim since he's been dealing with the operator since he was a kid presumably. is he fucked either way? like, if he doesnt take his meds he could get withdrawals from them, and if he doesn't take them for a while then goes back on them does he then get withdrawals from the Operator? Or is it different because the Operator isn't in his head the same way it's in Alex's? is just being near it enough? Like second hand smoke?

#asks #anyway. this is perfect. everyone look at it and ooh and ah appropriately. #& foam at the mouth. run in circles screaming. jump up & down. chew things that arent meant to be chewed etc. because thats what im doing r #marble hornets #alex kralie #jay merrick #mh sorry its locked

[silversatin2105]

I'd love for a fic on Baji x fem reader who is struggling with depression and anxiety (the way he takes care of everyone is so sweet)

Hi

Yeah I can write that situation, I do hope that my Interpretation of how depression can manifest is accurate to what you were requesting if not I can reword it upon request and without further delay I present the scenario to you.

Trigger warnings:

Depression

Anxiety

“ a problem shared is a problem halved”

Keisuke Baji X Fem-Reader who suffers from depression and anxiety Scenario:

You had always suffered from bouts of low moods, hell to you it felt normal and during times of high stress they manifested itself more intensely, you’d loose all interest in your public image, you’d neglect bathing, you’d stay up super late just distracting yourself with any little pointless thing, burning yourself alive emotionally because you accepted this a the norm, however you had this loving beast of a guy who knew your tells and when to tell you “No stop it …its enough” and one morning he did this for you.

It was a dreary Monday afternoon, it was raining outside and you had just gotten up from what pitiful amount of sleep you managed to muster, you yawned and shambled into the kitchen of where you lived in Harajuku, you pulled your phone from your pocket and looked at the screen with your tired eyes, dark circles from too many nights stressing over the littlest thing, as you scrolled though unopened texts your phone began to ring and a famillar name appeared in the caller ID, your guy “Keisuke Baji”.

“Hey there Y/N been a few days since you contacted me, How’s it going?” Keisuke inquired in a slightly worried tone as you answered the call, You didn’t know what to say, you had done it again, unintentionally you ghosted him, you came out of your brain fog and began lightly crying as you began to speak.

“H-hello Kei..im…” you began to speak, it didn’t take Keisuke long to notice that your voice was monotone, that you sounded tired and with that he knew what to do, he needed to get you out for some fresh air, to stop you from burning out any further, to cheer you up and help you smile again, within five minutes it turned from a phone call to full blown plans for an impromptu date as Keisuke told you to be ready in 30 minutes, that he was coming over.

Whatever you had planned for that day was cancelled, not that you were planning on doing anything amazing and if you protested he knew that you needed out of the house even if it was for an hour, you sat on the backseat of his bike as he drove you through the streets of Tokyo, the destination a zoo in Tokyo.

You both walked through the zoo, Hand in hand as he could sense your unease and apathy to the whole situation , you both looked at the animals and in the enclosures and their fuzzy little faces appeared to cheer you up.

“Hey Dear..(one of his names for you) they even have a petting Zoo…lets go see it !” Keisuke chimed in knowing your fondness of small fuzzy animals and within space of no time you were sitting inside the petting zoo with a small grey rabbit in your arms as you pet its little head you started to feel a little bit more like your usual self, a small smile on your face as Keisuke sat with a little brown rabbit on his lap.

“That rabbit is cute, just like you” Keisuke complimented you with his usual toothed grin, to a degree it did cheer you up but it was early days, you were still far from a ball of light but you seemed brighter even after one date and so for the foreseeable you and Keisuke had little meet ups just like this on the fly even if he had to blow off Toman meetings, he’d just have Chifuyu take notes for him, big bear hugs were a must along with breaks from stressful things, He even brought you manga to read and would give you positive affirmations everyday.

It took a while for that spark in your soul to return but with unconditional love and care from Keisuke it came back and little by little you smiled more, you laughed more and hung out with the gang of lunatics Keisuke hung out with a little more, after a while all of first division called you comrade, Keisuke and his friends were a little different but with their gentle encouragement and Keisuke’s unconditional and unending love you had found a support network albeit a one that was built different.

END SCENE

#tokyo revengers #toman gang #tokyo man #baji keisuke #keisuke baji #reader x character #character x y/n #fanfic #written response #Toman-Inquisitorial-division

[meirimerens]

hello meiri!!! i have a. perhaps odd favor to ask. i have Very little knowledge about horses, and i have reason to believe that you contain Vast amounts of knowledge about them.

im currently in the midst of writing a longform fic that includes horse riding as somewhat of a major element and, while i do plan to do my own research especially for the time period it takes place in, i was wondering if i could perhaps pick your brain as someone with personal experience. if you were to introduce someone, who has pretty much never interacted with horses in their life, to them, how would you go about it? and what would be your method for introducing that person to even just the fundamentals of riding?

if youd prefer answering this privately feel free, if you want to release your horse knowledge to the world thats also totally fine! if its also just. too big a topic or you dont get around to answering at all no worries at all. hope youre doing well !

THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT BABEYYYYY THAT'S THE KIND OF QUESTIONS I WANNA BE ASKED!!!!!

STAY RIGHT THERE I'LL TELL YOU!!!

Ok. so basically.

people who have never interacted with horses can be a little Scared of them because of their sizes and stature right. also because horses might do things that To Horse People is literally just how they function, but to people Not In The Know it can be scawy.

before anything i would tell/have the person Who Know tell the person Who Doesn't some very simple safety tips wrt horse behavior:

explain to them that horses are PREY ANIMALS and they will behave as such!! they are biologically hardwired to Be Scared, so Do Not do things that could scare them, such as: screaming, running, making loud noises, wild gesturing. have the person In The Know make sure the Unknowing doesn't go behind the horse's back: explain to them that horses cannot see right behind them, but have a very Wide field of vision, and if they Feel You behind but can't see you, they Can and Will kick, because they will register you as a predator, and they evolved to be able to Kick predators, so they might do that.

explain that horses communicate A Lot with their ears: tell the Person Who Doesn't Know to watch out for ears pinned back, which indicate discomfort or anger: that helps them decipher the horse' mood in a Very Needed and instant way, which can help them assess the situation and avoid tragedy, such as getting bit because the horse was showing discomfort & they didn't register it.

the person Who Doesn't Know might get scared of a horse's snort, which is literally just. a sigh, mostly, it mostly means the horse is chilling. explain that. if the horse whinnies very hard and there are horses somewhere else, have the Knowledgeable person explain that it's just trying to talk to its friends. the person Who Doesn't Know might get scared of a horse approaching and trying to nibble: have the Knowledgeable explain it's just cos it thinks you have treats for it, and all you need to do is tell it now / push its head away.

then, have the person who Doesn't Know interact with the horse. have the knowledgeable one ask them to make the horse sniff their hand -> helps the horse register Your Smell and check out that you're not a threat. have them then touch the horse: explain that,, just like You wouldn't like if strangers reached for your head first, horses don't like that either, so have them pet the horse on its shoulder or neck -> first contact is important.

to make the Person Who Doesn't Know get more comfortable, i 100% have them participate in the brushing of the horse + putting on the tack before riding. that way you get used to The Presence, see that horses are mostly placid/chilling, helps getting used to a horse's bodily cues (for example, some mares might pin their heads back and turn to you when you brush their flanks or stomach or put on the girth because they're sensitive, so having the Person Who Doesn't Know learn how to understand that and react [by keeping an eye on the horse is often enough to deter it, or learning to say "no"])

for riding, it all starts with getting them on the horse innit. legitimately To Me the "method for introducing that person to even just the fundamentals of riding" is to just Get Them on that horse.

have them maybe walk the horse to an area where they can use a little stool / out of the stable so they have room so they get comfortable having the horse next to them.

explain that you will most often (unless the situation calls for it) get on the horse from the left side, explain the history as of Why [ = in ancient warfare, having your sword on the left side made it so you always got on from the left side so as to not wound your horse, and since then it has become codified as such]. you'd likely re-tighten the girth here because horses kinda deflate while walking + some like to Puff Up when you tack them. explain how to get in: foot in the stirrup, you do a little bounce, you bring your other leg WELL ABOVE the rear of the horse and you sit in the saddle SLOWLY. once the Person Who Doesn't Know is on the horse, that's a lot of the hard stuff done. have the Person Who Knows adjust the length of the stirrups for the one who Doesn't so they're comfortable enough & hold out the stirrups for the other to tuck the feet in. explain that you need to keep your heels down and put weight in the stirrups, and if you're able to do that you're already well on your way to success. explain to the new rider that you need to sit straight and look up directly in front / where they want to go. a thing a New Rider will do is of course hold reins Incorrectly because they were never told, so have the Knowledgeable show them. if it's shippy fic, of Course you have the knowledgeable one hold the new rider's hands and move their fingies around to take the good hold. (if they're riding the european way, holding the reins will look like this for an absolute beginner). have the Knowledgeable one explain the reins need be not too long and not too short, enough for the horse to move. then explain how you turn (if shippy fic, by holding the hands into position. but even in not-shippy fic actually. if if it's shippy it can be More Interesting. this is how you turn btw just the small bit from 1:08 to 1:30. i've also learned to do it while also twisting the wrist out so the nails are towards the sky so to speak). give small instructions on how to go forward (press of the legs / SMALL kick of the heels against the flank) and to slow down (sit deeply and pull on the reins).

THAT'S A WALL OF TEXT LET ME BREAK IT DOWN ACTUALLY

have them bring the horse to a clear area

re-tighten the girth so the saddle won't fucking. slip on da side

explain why we mount on the left side (ye olde ancient warfare code bc you'd wear your sword on the left)

explain how you do it (foot in stirrup, bouncy, other leg above croup, sit down SLOWLY)

have em do it while holding the horse in place from the ground so it doesn't walk (some horses LOVE to just start walkin while you mount bc they know they're gonna walk anyways)

adjust stirrups & explain how to use them (heels down + weight in them)

explain how to hold the reins and how to use them for turning (if shippy -> good time to "omg we're holding hands" bc most people show that by moving the new rider's fingers around bc it's not like Intuitive)

explain how to go forward (press legs / SMALL kick in flank) and slow down or stop (sit deeply and pull on reins)

explain they can hold onto the pommel (the thingy) or a piece of mane for balance but ideally they would need to learn how to Not and only depend on their legs + seat [what you call basically The Weight Of Your Ass]

ok 👍 from there that's basically it.

ideally have them do that in a closed space so the horse doesn't like. book it to michigan. from there, Knowledgable Person can start moving -> if the horse is theirs, chances are it'll follow, and now you can start a whole array of "ok now try to turn the horse away from me. ok now try to turn the horse the other way. ok now try to stop. ok now you're gonna try to trot: hold onto the mane/pommel [holed part at the front of the english saddle], careful you're gonna bounce, keep your heels down and sit straight. ok if you're bouncing too much try to post the trot = sit then stand then sit then stand on the stirrups in rhythm with the trot, it's actually easier than sitting it for a beginner."

ideally, if the horse belongs to the Knowledgeable person / it was trained a bit, it will respond to voice commands, so you can go fast [even canter!] & you'll still be able to make the horse slow down on foot by telling it like "ooooh..." (descending)

you can also have the Knowledgeable person also on their own horse: since horses are gregarious by design & evolution, the new rider's horse will likely just follow the more knowledgeable rider's & do what it does: that way you can trot & it will follow, turn & it will follow, etc, that way the new rider doesn't have to worry about where to go but just learn to be stable, hold the mane, post the trot, etc.

from there All Is Let To Do is get the new rider stable enough on their legs / independent enough in using the reins & slowly down / going faster so they can eventually be stable posting the trot + have enough weight in their stirrups so they don't lose them so they can canter. cantering while up on your stirrups & holding a piece of the mane for balance i've found actually easier than sitting the canter because God Is Bouncy. then fuck it we ball

tldr the Fundamental of riding that you learn asap are:

HEELS DOWN. weight in your saddle and your stirrups. ankles as bouncy cushions.

SIT STRAIGHT. unless you are cantering up on the stirrups (in which case your are slightly forward) or wanting to slow down or stop (in which case you are slightly backward)

REINS ADJUSTED. not too long that you can't make your horse turn or slow down, but not too short that it can't move its head when it walks or canters.

LOOK WHERE YOU WANNA GO. if you're looking at the ground You Will Go To The Ground.

you want to be stable on your own feet but as a beginner you can grab the pommel or a piece of mane for balance, but you need to learn to go without.

hope you enjoyed 👍 everyone put horses in your fics and stories or feel my wrath

#horseposting #now THAT'S some choice horseposting baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #ring ring (answers) #saturnsfather

[leorawright]

oh my gosh how did i miss that u have overwatch matchups available???(it's a very easy answer. i am never on tumblr)

If you would be so kind as to do romantic one for me:

I am a genderfluid afab person and the only thing shorter than me is my patience. I am demisexual/demiromantic, poly, and like all genders.

I get angry really easily but hate showing it so i just end up going around in a bad mood acting like everything is ok

i have pretty bad anxiety and appreciate having someone confident enough around to help me with simple tasks(ex ordering food or speaking on the phone) but who won't make fun of me. I can also send myself into a spiral by thinking of things that stress me out. So someone who is a steady presence i always appreciate.

I enjoy all things creative. I mostly write and draw but am willing to try new things all the time.

I look at things in a very logical way. I don't like using my emotions to make decisions and i enjoy learning new things all the time. I am a naturally curious person who is always looking to expand my knowledge.

I have a mix of so many things wrong with my brain. ADHD, autism, anxiety, depression. I work really hard on them but sometimes i have days where i just struggle.

Mixed and can speak a lil bit of spanish. It isn't perfect but i can struggle my way thru most conversations.

I really like someone who is open with what i do wrong. Just tell me what i need to fix and don't make it into a whole thing. Open communication is very important to me. I don't want to feel like im walking on eggshells around them if they are too sensitive

I am a VERY determined person, once i set my mind on something i won't give up easily. I can almost be stubborn in my pursuit of goals.

I enjoy gaming, reading, watching anime/cartoons(i don't rlly like live action shows), drawing, and learning new things.

I LOVE cooking. Giving food to others and sharing a meal/snacks is a way of showing love to me. I honestly take it a bit like an insult if someone i care about isn't willing to give me a bite of food off their plate. I know it's silly so i never say anything about it or hold it against them. But to me sharing food and wanting others to experience the same good food as you is the same as saying "i love you" a million times.

I like toys and stuffed animals and cartoons and other stereotypically "childish" things. I'm not ashamed of it.. (well... usually...)

I love joking around and a good pun can get me wheezing from laughter.

I'm not much of a social person, and prefer to spend my time indoors and alone with only one or two other people. I enjoy parallel play and comfortable silences.

I hope this wasn't too much... i just can be really wordy and ramble a lot.. sorry!

I've picked out....

Zenyatta!

Definitely the calm presence you need and never ever considers making fun of you for your social anxiety.

He enjoys seeing the things you write and draw and offers genuine compliments about everything

He also encourages having direct conversations and if he ever needs to talk to you he'll get straight to the point

He thinks your determination is admirable. Just make sure you eat and drink and take breaks or else he'll get super concerned

He can't really eat any of the food you make but he wishes he could (if only to see you smile)

Expect to receive a couple stuffed animals that he saw and got because he thought of you

If you enjoy a bit of sarcastic or sassy humor then Zenyatta will definitely make you laugh (he still doesn't really understand normal jokes tho...)

Zenyatta also enjoys comfortable silence especially if he's meditating you're just doing your usual things

#overwatch x reader #zenyatta x reader #matchups

[therealvinelle]

Im sorry if it'll come out rude, but please believe me when I say that I mean no offense and just genuinely asking, because my thought/writing process is evidently different from yours, and English isn't my native language, so if there is a way to express the same idea more tactfully, I'm really not aware of it.

Here's the question itself: why don't you finish things that are already started before starting any new? Isn't it more pressing to keep tabs and readers expectations on multiple things at once? I get it that sometimes the inspiration overflow, but you can, like, write what you want to write right now in the Google docs or wherever you like to, then come back to already publishing thing, finish it and then come back to already written part of what you were inspired to write.

Tagging @theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin in this since she is my dearest co-writer and enabler.

The answer, anon, is that writing is my hobby so I write what sparks joy. I post to Ao3 because it's a nice place to store everything and there are people who like reading what I write. The way it is, when I decide which fic to update next it depends entirely on the mood I'm in or the story I'm inspired for, or even how awake I am at the moment (as Muffin and I often write at a time that's very late in my timezone. This often means choosing lighter, lower brain capacity stories to update over the more cerebral ones). If I'm not in the mood for a given story, it doesn't get updated (The Man Who Would Be King is a great example of one we have to be in the mood for).

As it is, we do try to keep it in batches - notice we wrapped up Leech in the Rain, Last Christmas, The Invitation, and Prima Nocta earlier this year at a time, freeing time for the currently ongoing stories. It's the same with the currently ongoing ones, we'll clear up those (or at least make headway) before launching new ones. Unless we fall for temptation.

Hope that answers your question.

#my fic #writing #the carnivorous muffin #the carnivorous muffin fic

[effervescentdragon]

if you're still doing prompts - a sebchal or piarles fix it for yesterday maybe? i love ur writing btw! thank you :)

hi anon! i've seen this early morning today (idk your timezone) but i wasn't in the mood for anything, so thank you for waiting! i think i have something you may like :) im posting this just after i typed it, so excuse the possible mistakes.

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He doesn't want to send the message. His finger is hovering over the screen, reading and re-reading the words over and over, but he doesn't want to send it. He also wants to send it more than anything in the world.

He's so tired. So, so tired.

The phone lights up and new message comes in. He can't even pretend to ignore it, because the chat is open and he'd seen it, and the two colored checkmarks are taunting him.

I'm on my way. Hope you're not asleep.

He sighs, and the sigh carries the weight of every supressed emotion he's been feeling for the whole day. The whole season, comes the traitorous thought. He pushes it away, typing fast.

Door's unlocked. I'll be in bed.

He takes off his clothes and gets into bed. The English cold is a constant, but he thinks most of the cold he feels is coming from the inside. His heart feels numb, and his brain is slow. He can't think on it, he just can't, so he doesn't. He stares at the nightstand, illuminated by the outside lights, his fingers moving unconsciously by the pillow.

The door opens softly, brightening the room. He closes his eyes, because it hurts. Everything hurts.

He can her the sounds of clothes being take off, and a soft "Oof" when something makes contact with the leg of the bed. Then there's movement, and strong arms wrap around his middle. He shudders, because his hands are cold. He doesn't open his eyes.

"Hello, love."

He burrows back into the embrace, his eyes stinging behind his closed eyelids. He opens his mouth to answer, but his breath stutters, and he barely manages to inhale.

"It's alright. I'm here. It's alright, Charles."

He tries to calm himself down, but it's pointless. It's the first time today he's felt safe, the first moment that he feels like he doesn't have to play his designated role. His whole body shakes as he lets go.

Fingers twine in his, and soft kisses are pressed into his neck and hair. He feels grounded by it, and lets himself feel the exhaustion without worrying that he will be perceived as weak or ungrateful. It takes him some time to stop crying, and then he just feels selfish.

"I'm sorry," he says, raising up the hand to kiss the fingers tethering him to the world. "How was your birthday?"

Seb doesn't say anything for a moment, only holds him tighter.

"It was good. I'll tell you all about it sometime."

Charles wants to say Tell me now, but he can't make himself do it. He is too raw, and Sebastian is so good to him, because there is no expectation in his words, no bitterness, not a hint of passive agression. Only a statement of fact. When you feel up to it, I will tell you.

"I love you," Charles whispers, because he doesn't know what else to say. Because there isn't anything else he can say, nothing else that's truer in this world.

"I know," Seb says, kissing his head. "I love you, too."

They lie in silence, and it's not opressive, nor is it anxious. It just is, and Charles wishes he wasn't as exhausted. He wishes for many things, but he's long ago accepted the fact that dreams are insubstantial, and they crumble, and they hurt most when you wake up from them.

The only thing substantial are the arms holding him right now.

"Do you think I'm wasting it?"

The words tear out of him, and he bites his lip too late. Seb's hand in his tightens for an instant. Charles doesn't want to know what Seb will say. Charles needs to know what he's going to say. Charles is so, so tired.

"I can't tell you that," Seb says carefully. "Nobody knows that except you."

Charles nods, but Seb isn't done yet.

"What I do know, however, is that what I wrote on your helmet is the absolute truth. I know that you burn bright, the brightest, and that is something that nothing can change."

Charles' eyes sting.

"You're one of the best drivers they've ever had," Seb says, and his voice is focused. "And if they don't see it, well. Fuck them."

The intensity of the proclamation startles Charles, and he lets out a giggle. Seb pulls at him, and Charles goes with the movement, turning around.

Sebastian's eyes sparkle in the darkness. He looks tired, but he's as beautiful to Charles as ever. There's a grin on his face, offset by the softness still visible in his eyes.

"No, listen. Say it with me," he says, and Charles giggles again. "Fuck them. Say it," Seb says, and pushes a bit on Charles' ribs, tickling him. "Fuck them. But say it with feeling."

Charles looks at him, looks into the eyes of the only man who knows exactly what Charles is feeling in that moment. He thinks about his own role in Seb's career, but before he can fall into a guilt-spiral, Seb pushes at his ribs again and he gasps and laughs.

"Stop," he says, but he's laughing.

"Not until you say it," Seb says, then tickles Charles again, like the bastard he is. Charles squirms, and Seb kisses his nose quickly. "Say it, or I won't stop until you pee yourself."

Charles knows Seb isn't bluffing, because he is a bastard at his core. It's one of the reasons Charles loves him so much.

"Fuck them," he says, and the first time it doesn't feel real. "Fuck them," he repets, and this time laughter falls from Seb's face.

"Fuck them," Charles says for the third time, and the words resonate with all the rage and pain and hurt that tears at his heart.

"Fuck them," he finally whispers. Seb's face mellows, and he nods slightly.

"There it is," Seb says, and leaves a kiss on his lips. "You are more than they want to make you be," he says, and Charles knows he will never love anyone else the way he loves Sebastian, because when Sebastian says these things, Charles believes him.

"I love you," Charles says. "Happy birthday, mon coeur."

When he finally kisses Seb properly, both of them are smiling into the kiss.

#my writing #f1 rpf #effervescentdragonwrites #sebchal #cheb #anon asks #akira answers asks #this is a sorta fixit #thank you for the prompt anon #drabble

[causticsunshine]

im sorry for asking you this, but i feel kinda shy to ask it anywhere else and you answered that ask about masturbation so... you can definitely ignore it if you dont wanna answer it tho

i have done clitoral masturbation but ive never cum. ive tried vaginal as well and that doesnt work either. idk can you give me some tips?

no worries, anon! i’d be happy to help however i can! (and so sorry i forgot this in my drafts!)

first off, there’s nothing wrong with being unable to finish, or at least having difficulty in doing so. there’s a lot of societal pressure on orgasming and sex or masturbation only being seen as ‘good’ or ‘successful’ if climax is reached, and that’s definitely not a healthy was to look at things.

but at the same time—i can completely understand wanting to be able to finish, and the frustration that often comes along with seemingly being unable to.

as you said though, you’re finding difficulty in both of those departments. as you do know your body and process, whatever else, better than any other person, i can really only offer advice and some recommendations as i don’t know what exactly it is making this goal difficult for you, but i hope something here might be helpful to you.

so!

i think the best place to start is asking yourself some questions to analyze the situation instead of maybe letting discouragement or another kind of negative feeling take over. like, are you experiencing pleasure while masturbating as is? are you always doing things the same? are you just getting off with the aim of orgasm? are your thoughts preoccupied, or are you distracted while you’re ‘busy’?

several outside factors can affect your sex drive, with stress being one of the biggest, so stressing out or being stressed going into your Alone Time is likely to make things a bit more… difficult, and more so if they already are. i know you can’t just shut off your stress switch, but if you find that stress IS impacting you in this department, try changing your view on your You Time. think of it as something you’re doing to alleviate stress, to take some time to make yourself feel good, relax, what have you, especially if going into it you feel yourself unable to fully shut your brain off.

(btw, anxiety, dehydration, touch starvation, lack of self confidence/bodily comfort, medical side effects, and sleep issues are also common factors affecting sex drive, so i’d be mindful of those things as well!)

also—going into things, are you at all in the mood before starting, or does it happen as you get started? are you in the mood at all during, or are you forcing yourself? because if the latter is the case, than also make things more difficult. i always encourage using different materials to help you get in a saucy sort of headspace if your imagination—or seeming spontaneous need—isn’t cutting it, or exploring other materials you usually don’t turn to for aid as well.

(for me it personally depends, as sometimes i prefer to read, sometimes i just watch AVs, and sometimes i just need some music and to space out!)

in the case it’s not stress, the mood, or some other kind of impending factor making things difficult for you—hell, maybe you live with people and them being home is what makes it difficult for you, so you have to wait until you’re alone to get to things—it might be a good idea to change your approach on how you’re masturbating, as well as why.

like i said, you should be doing it to make yourself feel good. and sometimes it is nice to just feel. sometimes you really can get enough by ending things when your body has decided ‘you know? i’m actually good now’ instead of pushing yourself. you definitely don’t want to turn it into a chore—where’s the good in that?

and if all’s good, ie you’re not stressed or distracted, you’re feeling nice, but you’re reaching a point where everything just sort of plateaus, are you immediately stopping if this is happening, or are you pushing through regardless and still not getting anything? if you immediately stop, try pushing a bit, but change tactics or position, introducing, swapping out, or removing a toy if you’re using any. if you keep going, i’d do the same thing. sometimes you just have to keep going to get those results—unless, ofc, you become sore or uncomfortable in any way. definitely stop if that’s the case.

again, what’s most important is you’re feeling good and comfortable, and just because you’re facing this problem now, doesn’t mean you’ll always be facing it! experiment however you feel comfortable and don’t let what’s likely to be a temporary roadblock get in your way. feel free to send me any other questions you may have and good luck!

#sex ed #anon #answered

[biffhofosho]

Hello! I'm so sorry I haven't responded in awhile, I came down with the flu lol. However, I am in awe that your favorite discography is No Limit(that's mine too🥰). I hope that you enjoyed your weekend with your family, I'll try to save my longer asks for week days as to not infringe on your deserved family time.

Im excited to start working on your gift, I already have a few ideas. Bare with me as I throw random questions at you haha

What is your favorite Hyungwon photoshoot? I'd love to know, or what about a favorite Hyungwon era lol? I personally am all about Gambler and No Limit.

You mentioned listening to Mercy so I HAVE to ask, do you have other favorite tracks written by him or the rest of the boys? Speaking of the rest of the guys, what's your favorite monsta x photoshoot if you have one? They can all be the same but for me personally they're different for some of these questions which is why I ask.

Anyway, I tried to keep this message rather short as to not consume too much of your time, Biff. However, during the days between responses, I wish you good heath and lovely days💚

xox mbb Secret Santa

The flu??? NO! I hope you are recovering well and that it wasn't too bad! But I did miss you, so I'm glad you're feeling well enough to send me another ask. <3

Hahaha, you were concerned about taking up too much of my time, but the joke's on you, babe: I can't do anything in a timely fashion when it comes to the Monstas. This reply has taken me an hour and a half legit because after collecting six years' worth of content, it's easy to get so lost in it. MBB are so spoiled. *sobs*

(Also, that's not a complaint. I had fun, but I promise that this is a lot more than you bargained for loooooooooooooool.)

Oh boy, gifties! Let's do this! ;)

Favorite Hyungwon photoshoot? In order to answer this, I had to endure the pain of going back through my comically large Hyungwon folder, and it was nothing but pain, but I endured for you, dear Santa. Since I am forced to choose, I will go with either the newest Dazed magazine shoot, which I imported a copy of, you better believe (heh heh), or his spread in Xiesta, which I just MIRACULOUSLY acquired a copy of after a full year of searching (mbb be going to their graves with that photobook in hand).

Evidence A:

Evidence B:

Don't let this confuse you though--my all time FAVORITE boy looks (and this goes for all the MX boys, though I'm in a mood now thanks to having to comb my folder, so I'm gonna double-down on the HW ham here) are:

1) [most fave] white tee/jeans (bonus points, ballcap)

2) GLASSES.

3) Hoodies

4) Candid boyfriend looks

5) One-of-a-kind features

(Hyungwon's lip freckle and his special ear make me scream incoherently into the abyss on the regular just like Wonho's bellybutton freckle or Minhyuk's slow blink or Kihyun's lip corner beauty mark do.)

Favorite era for Wonnie though??????? Okay, the ones you named are top-tier to be sure, but as far as I'm concerned his era for me is now. I've never seen him living so bravely or truly, and it is doing all kinds of funny things to my brain. He's grown into such a confident man that it has me, a very confident woman, quaking.

My other favorite Hyungwon tracks are "Nobody Else" and "Wildfire." Head empty. Only Hyungwon. Oof. As far as other songs: "Night View" destroys me; "Kiss or Death" remains my favorite MV and I absolutely HATE that that gem of a song was relegated to the Universe app and I never even got my gd choreo; "Love" in headphones is a masterpiece; "Champagne" is my fave Japanese track; and "Monsta Truck" is my fave OT7 song.

Favorite group shoots are: OT7 - Are You There? album shoots, specifically Versions II & III

(Is my bias showing??? haha)

OR

Fatal Love shoots, specifically this one where they are all millionaire CEOs:

And the Chillax Mode photobook (though the MX University is a close runner-up as well).

Sorry this was excessive. I spiral easily. ;) Forgive me?

Real talk: I love that we have so many things in common! You are the perfect Santa for me, beloved! <3 And as you can see, you remained anon! I have been TERRIFIED of doing that myself. I check and re-check and re-re-check before I send mine lol!

Have a wondrous day/night/twilight/whatever, my precious Santa!

#asks #new friend #secret santa #my santa has immaculate taste #i went overboard #i'm sorry they just make me do that

[angelbaby-fics]

Hi there! ♡ :) I hope yous doing okay! ♡ I missed talking to yous! So long message to say hello and comment anonymously on posts of yours. like this one! ♡

What is your birthday/favorite color/favorite animal? (Pick which of those you are most comfortable answering ♡)

Reason for following: I follow you because your blog is soooo cute and your little writing is soooo great! ♡ (Your recent ones have been sooo good!)

Compliment: You are soooooooo nice! and your page is so amazing! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

Advice: I am trying to decide if I feel okay going to a large Pride event near me. I get nervous around lots of people and I haven't been around many people since the start of Covid because I am immunocompromised. I would wear a mask the whole time which would make me stand out and that makes me nervous. And I hate the heat. I love the event when I have gone in the past. Your opinion/advice please?

Secret: I want to be friends with you sooooo bad. ♡ But I am nervous you won't like me or I will say or do something stupid so anon feels safer.

Things I associate with you: Steeb and Buggy!♡ and Pink! and bows! and Littles! ♡

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EEEEEE HEHE I KNOW ITS A FEW DAYS LATE BUT IM SOO EXCITED TO ANSWER THESE

my birthday is on friday!!! my favorite color is pink!!! i love every animal!!! but especially bunnies & kitties & sheeps & cows & dolphins & turtles & bats!!! 🐇🐈🐑🐄🐬🐢🦇

thank you so much 🥺🥺 that literally means so much to me as someone who lurked in this community for a LOOONG time before i ever got up the nerve to publish my own writing!! its crazy to think i'm in the same position as people i look up to!!!!!

i hope its not too late to give this advice but i'm actually answering this from a pride event right now!! i had a LOT of anxiety leading up to it so i totally know how you feel! i think it contributed to my crabby mood this week because i was even going back and forth in my brain about going because i'm extremely anxious about crowds and just generally being out of my comfort zone but in the end i'm so glad i came!! i'm having a lot of fun even if i'm probably gonna have to nap all day tomorrow 😅 also absolutely do not feel insecure about wearing a mask!! i still wear one everywhere i go because myself & my mom are super immunocompromised. and if people look at me weirdly, i just look at them weirdly back! besides, i just kinda like wearing a mask bc i can do some of my facial stims without people noticing lol

omg i swear i would never think you're stupid or anything!! i literally love you already!! i consider us good friends even if i only know you as my beloved ♡ nonnie 

WHAT LOVELY THINGS TO BE ASSOCIATED WITH!! all things i love so so dearly!! i'm quite proud to have these associations 😅🥰❤️

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