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ethelcained · 9 days

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fashion killa (chris sturniolo) ⋆｡°✩

he’s a fashion designer and she’s a model (-: the characters are based off of my wp book that’s linked on my pinned post, check it out if you’d like!! this is specifically for my lover @carvedtits !! 💐💐💐 (my irl sarai)

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saraiarielle chella ‘24 is one 4 da books🌟🌟🌟

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teamsaraiarielle Sarai via @freshlove’s Instagram!

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freshlove If we arguing and I stutter Imma smack the fuck outta you

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chaotic-iguana · 7 months

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desperate

joel x f! reader

my little contribution to kinktober. a teasing/denial fic that i originally wrote for butcher (the boys) but joelified bc he's so daddy. nsfw under the cut. sorry i've been mia

“fuckin’ look at you, doll.” joel flashes you a shit-eating grin before reaching up to pinch your nipples between his thumb and forefingers harshly, rumbling a chuckle at the whimper it draws from you. you’re all splayed out for him with your hands tied to headboard above, thighs wrenched open by his shoulders; skin hot and flushed under his touch. he’s told you to stay still twice already but you can’t, not when he’s been leaving featherlight brushes on your skin for hours and cruelly laughing at every sound that comes from your mouth, smiling at the way your hips buck in his hold-

and then he’s leaning in just to press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your sternum, beard stinging against your sensitive skin, jaw working to nip and bite until your tears are falling and he’s pulling back with a mocking tut, eyes twinkling.

“all these pretty tears just f’me, love?” your frantic nod makes him raise a brow, hand coming down to swat the inside of your thigh - the impact shooting straight to your poor, neglected cunt.

“use y’words, chatterbox.”

his tone makes you want to curl in on yourself, because he knows you’re too far gone to form words right now, too far gone to think about anything beyond the fact that you need him and that you might actually die if he stops touching you. but you know joel, and you know how mean he really is - he’ll keep you writhing on the bed for hours to fix your attitude if he doesn’t hear an answer now; uncaring of the fact that you’re barely grasping at thoughts and completely fucking gone. and like the devil, you he starts rubbing circles into the juncture of your thighs while you struggle to answer him.

“y-yes, da-joel. ‘m cr-crying for y-you.” he hums, and suddenly runs a knuckle through your folds, making you keen, tears sticking to your lashes.

“yes, who?” bastard. he knows you can never bring yourself to say it - not even if it rests on the tip of your tongue every time - and despite yourself, you bite your tongue and shake your head, hiccuping.

“oh we’re being shy now? fuck me, honey, where was this when i had my cock in your ass?” his hands rest just above where you need him now, thumbs stroking your abdomen in careful, downward brushes. your back arches into the touch, hips chasing him even when he pulls his hands away, and then you’re sobbing in earnest.

another tut, dripping with condescension. “no more cryin’. tell me what you want, baby.” and you’re gasping another breath and gulping air, wrists straining against the rope before stammering out another response, too delirious with your need to register what you were saying.

“need you to t-touch me, d-daddy, please.” he shuffles up, gripping your chin to turn it towards him before capturing your lips in his, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. his thumb presses gently on your buzzing clit, making you jolt with surprise. you blink at him, frowning. he’d never cave this quickly.

until- he’s reaching down to plant a kiss to your forehead, smoothing over your hair before nuzzling against your cheek.

“gotta give my pretty girl what she needs, don’t i?

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urrockstar-xe · 1 year

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six months - j.m x gn!reader

posted april 10th, 2023 11:31 pm

i've been on hiatus for quite some time now, and my birthday was a few days ago and that inspired some writing. I finally fell down the jj maybank rabbit hole and decided to test this out, lmk if you enjoyed xx - xe

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You didn’t think anything of it when you made it to John B’s and was greeted by JJ with nothing more than a hey and a quick kiss on the cheek. 5 minutes afterward though, when JJ followed John B out to the pogue, Kie sat by you on the couch.

“Isn’t today your anniversary?” She asked, pulling her knees to her chest.

“Yeah, six months, why?” You watched as Pope got up and went to go catch up with the boys.

“Are you guys doing anything for it? To be honest, I didn’t think JJ could last in a relationship this long” Kie jokes, nudging you a little while you laughed.

“No, I don’t think so, I mean, I didn’t plan anything. I don’t know I guess it just flew by so fast it doesn’t feel like its been that long you know?”

And besides, you always thought that six months isn’t even that impressive. Not for you and JJ anyway, he was already your best friend before you got together, now it just felt like he was your best friend who got kissing privileges.

“Do you think JJ is planning anything?” you shrugged in response.

It didn’t seem very JJ to do something for an anniversary

But just maybe a little part of you hoped he had. Or that he’d at least mention it sometime tonight.

Kie stood up, making a comment on how long it was taking the boys to come back just as the three of them came into sight.

“Hey, what took you guys so long-” you were cut off by John B.

“We have to go get some supplies to clean the pogue,” You gave him a confused look before responding, “Clean the pogue? I don’t even think I’ve seen you hose it down before.”

Pope piped up, “It’s filthy, here take this rag and go start wiping down the outside,” he tossed you a grease-covered green rag as John B grabbed his key and signaled for Kie and Pope to follow him.

You saw Kiara nod at JJ before she smiled at you and followed the two boys as they rushed to the old van.

“The fuck’s that about?” You asked, standing up and making your way to your boyfriend.

“No idea but it looks like we got stuck with the outside job,” You looked at JJ, even more confused than before.

“What? You’re actually gonna listen to them?”

“The pogue is practically our safe haven, good to treat her nice by keepin’ her clean.” You scoffed in response, giving JJ a lighthearted glare before he laughed. “C’mon,”

Reluctantly, you followed him to the pogue, playing with the dirty rag in your hand as you walked, occasionally hitting his shoulder and laughing at how he’d tried to grab it from you.

As the boat you spent so much time on came into view, you noticed it looked completely different.

“What the hell?” JJ smiled in response before turning to face you and opening his arms in a “Ta-da!” form.

Inside the pogue was an old picnic blanket from John B’s porch, Kie’s cooler, and some fake candles scattered around the boat.

You pouted, looking back at JJ to see him still smiling proudly. “Happy anniversary, mama”

“Did you guys just do this?” You asked, staring in awh of the setup.

“Yeah, you like it?” “course, I do, I didn’t think you’d want to do something like this,” JJ furrowed his brows at you before throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“Seriously? I’ve been spoken for, for 6 whole months, that’s a new record for me” You laughed in response before asking, “What’s in that cooler?”

Once again that ever so proud smile returned to his pretty face before he happily told you he and Kie made sandwiches and John B stuffed the cooler with beer.

“So it’ll be just us, on the pogue, all night?” you asked, stepping inside the boat and watching as JJ copied your actions.

“All night, baby.”

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daughterofruins · 11 months

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It is a funny thing, the dupatta. Literally, it is just a scarf, used for accessorization and beautification of the female body. Here, however, we had several synonyms for this pretty piece of clothing- a daughter’s dignity, a woman’s modesty, a cloth behind which you are expected to hide. a cloth, which when on top of your head pushes you so far beneath the social hierarchy that you can only ever hope to look back up again. I have often heard people compare a woman’s dupatta with a man’s turban.

You could joke about every element in a man’s life, and he would laugh, slapping his thigh pretending it was the funniest joke in the world; but if you so much as a minor comment on his daughter, he would start a blood feud with you right then and there for ever having thought of his honour, his daughter that way.

Funny how terribly people treat their honours.

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brairslair · 6 months

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Hey!! I loved your Peter Parker fic!!

I hope you're taking requests, if yes can you please write harry potter x ravenclaw!reader? Where reader is a muggleborn and loves muggle music, she does this thing where she gives all her friends a song which reminds her of them, even multiple to Hermione (who secretly loves it and listens to those on loop) and ron( who tries to act like he doesn't care but secretly feels loved) but she's never given harry a song, despite him being her best friend. But after one of DA meetings they are alone and harry asks her why doesn't she give him a song (fallin' all in you- Shawn Mendez) and she plays it for him a and that it reminds her of him, AND THEY KISS!!

I'm really sorry if it's too specific, please feel free to change anything! THANK YOU SM!! I LOVE YOUR FICS!!❤️❤️✨

definitely not too specific! i love that you gave me so much to work with, so ty anon! i did switch it up a little bit, but i hope it turned out to your liking!

318 Hours 43 Minutes ˗ˏˋ H.J.P ´ˎ˗

“Be my summer in a winter day, love”

harry potter x ravenclaw!reader

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

REQUESTED: yes requests are open! fandoms: marvel, stranger things, harry potter (any era), scream

WARNINGS: fem reader, not proofread, fluff fluff fluff, muggleborn!reader, reader is described as somewhat of a musical prodigy, modern music, mobile phones, and spotify all exist in this timeline, 7th year, kissing, idiots in love, best friends to lover ig, joking mentions of death, lmk if i missed smth!

A/N: i'm sure there are tons of grammatical errors in here but lets pretend we don't see them!

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing!

If there was one thing you couldn't live without, it would be music. It was almost impossible to recall a time you had left your dorms without your headphones. Music had just always been a huge part of your life. Growing up, your parents got you into piano lessons, and you were playing Beethoven by the end of the first month. After that, you picked up as many instruments as you could afford, starting with violin, then guitar, the flute, and now the harp. Your parents had to soundproof the house.

Once you got your acceptance into Hogwarts as a witch, your whole world turned upside down. You were sorted into Ravenclaw, which felt very fitting, and were assigned a dormmate, Padme Patil. The two of you clicked immediately and became instant friends. After a few months of hanging out with the Patil sisters, you were introduced to three Gryffindor students in your year; Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter. Instantly, you felt some sort of a connection pulling you to them, but you couldn't put your finger on it.

You started hanging out with "The Golden Trio", as you affectionately called them, all the time, and the four of you eventually became a quartet. You had grown especially close with Harry, and the two of you did almost everything together. Well, everything except study.

After one particular study date with Hermione, you were thrilled to learn that she shared the same love for muggle music as you did. The two of you rambled on and on about your favorites, uncharacteristically losing track of your studies.

"The song Rises the Moon reminds me a lot of you!" You mindlessly exclaimed, watching as Hermione's eyes lit up.

The rest was history. You were known to associate songs with the people around you, and you had no shame in telling them. You had given Hermione, Ron, and the Patil sisters a countless number of songs over the years. In fact, you had given them so many, that a few had made playlists to keep track of all of them. Ron was the most hesitant to accept the recommendations, but Hermione told you she had caught him singing along to them in the common room on multiple occasions.

Every once in a while, you would even see another student studying in the library, maybe one you had only said 'Hello' to in passing, and a song would just scream out to you so loudly that you had to leave them a note about it as you left.

It was like your own personal love language, and you loved being able to make people smile, even if they never listened to the song.

The one person close to you whom you had never given a song to, was the infamous Harry Potter, and it was painfully hard for him to ignore. After almost seven years of being best friends, you would think he would have been worthy of at least one song, right?

He watched as you expertly conjured up the Draught of Peace potion the class was supposed to be working on, smacking Ron's hand away when he goes to touch it. Watching you was the only thing that made this class somewhat bearable.

He can't get it out of his head... the fact that you've never given him a song. He's been thinking about it non-stop since you gave that Hufflepuff boy a song in the dining hall a few days ago.

It wasn't news to him that he had been in love with you since 5th year, probably longer than that before he had even realized, but he would sooner die than admit it out loud.

You were the most important person in the world to him, but he was almost positive you didn't feel the same way. He would never be able to forgive himself if he ruined your friendship. So, he just kept his big mouth shut and pretended like there was nothing there.

He thought he was really good at faking it too. He wasn't.

Anyone with eyes could see the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way his smile looked ten times brighter when you were around. It was blatantly obvious he had it bad for you.

What wasn't as obvious was that you were just as infatuated with him as he was with you. You may have been much better at hiding it, but anyone close to you could see it clear as day. I mean, it was silly really. The way you were both so stupidly in love and too scared to see it.

Harry snapped to attention as Professor Snape called on him, spitting out to 'straighten his spine and get back to work'. He grumbled something under his breath before following instructions. When he looked back at you, he found your eyes already on him, giggling at the scene he had caused before returning to your schoolwork. He loved hearing your laugh.

As the class ended, Harry gathered his things into his bookbag, slinging it over his shoulder as he straightened his robes. Snape was the first to leave the classroom, followed by a small swarm of students who were anxious to get back to the common rooms for some much-needed free time. Harry looked over to where you and Ron had been sitting, watching you pull out a scrap of parchment with messy little scribbles on it, before sliding it over to the red head.

"I found a new song the other night, and it reminded me so much of you, I just had to write it down before I forgot the title." You smiled, watching Ron look over the writing, thanking you awkwardly as he shoved it into his pocket.

Harry suddenly felt his pockets get lighter.

"I'll be in the library with Hermione tonight. Wants to tutor me for Transfiguration." He said in an annoyed tone, though you knew he was secretly looking forward to it. "You wanna come? Could use all the help I can get."

Harry secretly hoped you would say no.

You packed up all your belongings, making sure not to forget any of your notes, "Yeah, sure! Just have to do a few things first, but I can stop by in a bit." You smiled, the way you always do, as you shoved folders into your bag.

"Alright," Ron nodded, "I'll see you." He said as you waved each other goodbye, Ron heading for the exit. "Oh hey, Harry." He threw out casually as he left the room, calling attention to the boy in the back of the otherwise empty classroom.

You quickly turned around, smiling brightly when you saw him still sitting awkwardly in his seat. "Oh hey, Harry!" You repeated, "You're still here?"

Harry regained common sense then, now realizing he had been staring at you for the past hour, he stood from his seat and walked over to you. "Yeah..." He trailed off dumbly, still in his own thoughts. He head got cloudy as your perfume surrounded him.

He had debated on bringing it up for the past few months, but was to scared of your response. Honestly at this point, he could barely focus on anything BUT asking you about it. He figured that at this point it would be better to just get it over with. Like ripping off a bandaid.

"Hey, uh... Could I ask you something?" His voice cracked.

"Yeah, of course!" You finally slung the bag over your shoulder, giving Harry your full attention. "Ask away."

Your voice sounded sickly sweet, and it somehow made him more nervous. "Alright... Well, uh, I was just wondering-" He felt far too vulnerable to look into your eyes, so instead he looked at your shoulder. He had to clear his throat, "I was wondering why you've never given me a song?" He slurred out, trying to act casual about it while his heart was beating at top speeds.

Your smile immediately dropped, and Harry's stomach fell into his shoes at the sight. Now it was your turn to avoid eye contact, looking down at your feet and chewing on your cheek as you debated a response.

Harry felt like he was about to pass out. His hands grew clammy, and he could hear his heart hammering in his ears. The only times he had ever seen you not smiling were when something really terribly tragic had happened, or when your friends were upset themselves. This had to be a bad sign, right?"

Meanwhile, a million thoughts swirled through your head. You had hoped he hadn't noticed the exclusion, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he brought it up. You felt sick to your stomach. How could you lie your way out of this one? You hated lying, especially to Harry, and you didn't want to hurt him. Could you really risk telling him the truth? What if he freaks out and goes running for the hills and all your years of friendship are ruined?

"You know what, it doesn't matter." Harry brushed off weakly, starting to back away from you, "I don't need to know! It's no big deal, just forget I even said anything-"

"Harry, wait-" you instinctually grabbed his hand, making him freeze. You let go to reach into your bag, Harry cautiously getting closer. His confusion increased when you pulled your phone out, rapidly typing on it to pull something up. When you finally found it, you took a deep breath. Once he saw what you were about to show him, there would be no turning back. Finally, you made yourself turn the phone around so Harry could see the screen.

It was a private playlist titled "For Harold", and the cover photo was a picture that Hermione took of the two of you after a snowball fight last Christmas break. Falling all over each other in laughter, completely covered in snow.

You handed the phone to him, limbs shaking too much to hold it steady. He looked below the title to see the timestamp read 318h 43m.

You felt like your stomach was being tied in knots.

"This is why I've never given you a song." You admitted quietly. His expression was hard to read. Brows furrowed and mouth slightly open in shock. "I just... There were too many that reminded me of you."

Harry still hadn't looked at you or said a word, and you started to feel like you'd bounce right off the floor with how much you were vibrating.

Then he stopped scrolling, staring at the title of one particular song much too long for your liking. Even worse, he pressed play. As soon as the song started, you shrunk down into the desk behind you.

Sunrise, with you on my chest No blinds in the place where I live Daybreak, open your eyes Cause this was only ever meant to be for one night We're changing our minds here Be yours, be mine, dear

You busied yourself by playing with your fingers, looking absolutely anywhere but at Harry.

So close with you on my lips Touch noses, feeling your breath Push your heart and pull away, yeah Be my summer in a winter day, love

You started to feel incredibly antsy, regretting ever showing him the playlist. "We really don't have to listen to the whole thing-"

I can't see one thing wrong Between the both of us Be mine, be mine, yeah Anytime, anytime

You squeezed your eyes shut to try and save yourself from some embarrassment, but when you opened them, you found Harry looking at you with the biggest smile you'd ever seen in your life. Your belly flipped.

You are bringing out a different kind of me There's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free Fallin' all in you Fell for men who weren't how they appear, yeah Trapped up on a tightrope now we're here, we're free Fallin' all in you

Harry was beaming, putting the phone down on the desk beside him. He slowly made his way closer to you, and no matter how badly you wanted to look away from him, you couldn't.

He was now so close to you that you could feel his breath fan across your lips, and the song faded in the background as your heart pounded. "Is this how you really feel? About me?" He asked as his cheeks turned pink, and you couldn't help but find the silly question endearing.

You nodded your head, deciding that your voice would give out if you tried to speak right now. The eye contact was almost unbearable, and you broke it with a quick glance down to his lips.

The second you did, his lips were immediately on yours, pressing hard into you. You gasped against his lips in shock. You felt like your whole body was on fire.

He pulled away too soon, mumbling a boyish "Sorry about that-", before you chased his lips and pulled them back down to yours, muffling the rest of his apology. This time it lasted.

Your lips felt like they were home against his, moving slow and sweet, like you had all the time in the world. You sighed happily into the kiss, pouring the years of pent-up feelings out for each other. His lips tasted like pumpkin, and butterbeer, and the sweet vanilla chapstick you gave him. It made you giggle a little against his lips.

You melted as he mindlessly cornered you against the desk, his hands gently holding your face like you were made of glass. You wrapped your arms around his neck to ground yourself. His lips curled up into a smile against yours, and you involuntarily matched the expression. It all felt so... right. Like all of the pieces were finally falling into place.

Unfortunately, you both need oxygen, so you were forced to pull away. He rested his forehead against yours, as you share the air between you. You pulled him impossibly closer, nudging his nose with yours, both knowing you felt just as lovesick for each other.

Then your phone dinged. Harry looked down at the message from Ron, reading "Hey, you still coming tonight?"

He picked it up to respond, "Can't, sorry!" before flipping it over carelessly, both of you giggling as he pulled you back for another kiss.

i had so much fun writing thissss ugh this was such a sweet prompt. tysm anon!

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0wllight · 2 months

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would anyone be interested if i did bust up commissions like this of your f/os or inserts for like $15? maybe with a little more shading/color/simple bg but you could use them as like icons, lol

#mostly because im getting a commission and it was a little more expensive than i was expecting LOL #also bc i did spend some money before and best buy has STILL not hired me #these take me really fast to do too so.#i dunno... lmk in da comments #ky shut up #my post #not selfship

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chasedbyatlantic · 2 months

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sunshine, joel miller

masterlist summary: IN WHICH — after getting lost on your little getaway, out by yourself, help is on the way once your situationship - joel miller - gets wind of it.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson era!joel, f!reader, angst into fluff!, (almost)smut at the end - hints to it, joel being caring for you, mentions of guns, swearing, joel being husband material as usual. lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: i got HEAVILY inspired from the lyrics behind sunshine (steve lacy/fousheé) for this, its also my first go at a little angsty vibe so i hope u love it as much as i do. remember to like, comment, reblog and follow for more! send in requests. xoxo

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It had been weeks since you last saw him. You felt bad, you really did- you just couldn't bring yourself to love him and then lose him like you did with everyone else. This world was so cruel to you, you didn't want it to be any crueler. Not anymore. You had been through so much in the last few years, that you were now holding on with a thread, and the thread was thinning out even more. You didn’t tell him that you didn’t want to be with him, no, you told him that you just needed time to- think it through. He seemed more than happy with the decision when it happened, it just (sort of) backfired after.

You found out it had gotten bad after you talked with Ellie last. Over the period of time you two were together, you grew closer to her - she trusted you, and you trusted her. Ellie had told you that Joel was always locked in his room, other than when he had work. He would skip meals every so often, but it was something that didn’t bug her (it bugged you, though). After she had told you all of this, she made you swear under the non-existent god (her words, not yours) that you would never tell Joel. You promised, of course, but this made you nothing short but scared, scared for him.

You and Joel worked together, that was how you met in the first place. You were both on the more-experienced end of the patrollers unit throughout Jackson, and often went outside of the walls together. That had changed, though. A few days after you had loosened (not ended) the ties with Joel, you had been assigned to a new sub-unit by Tommy Miller (Joel’s younger brother), one that wouldn’t intertwine with Joel’s at all. You weren’t sure if he had said something (you really hoped he hadn’t, you couldn’t deal with any pre-apocalyptic drama anymore), or if it was just the world doing you guys a solid.

You were close with Tommy’s wife, Maria, so you had somehow convinced her to let you take a small trip outside the walls by yourself, to scavenge for supplies and what not. You told her you knew the outside area like the back of your hand, and you weren’t all wrong. It was just- well, you didn’t know it off the top of your head, you knew it through a map (that was something you’d never tell Maria, though). She made you promise her that you would radio her if anything went down while you were out, anything ranging from getting lost to coming across unfamiliar people. That’s where you found yourself right now.

You left the walls two days ago, and now you were lost. You had lost your map after having to kill a clicker late the night before, and couldn’t find it no matter how hard you looked. Though, you only looked for about an hour- you had to get out of the area quickly, because if there was one clicker, there was bound to be others. You now found yourself in the living room of a house you had cleared out earlier in the day, praying to whoever was above that someone would answer the radio call.

“This is- it’s me, Maria,” Your hand was holding down the side button, as a sigh was heard across this station, “I’m lost, I should’ve listened, my coordinates are-” You had listed off the rough points, admitting defeat. Maybe this was the universe’s way of telling you that you needed to move on and start off fresh. Hell, you thought to yourself, this was a damn good way of Mother Nature telling you to leave those people behind, if that was her goal. You waited a moment before flipping through the channels, having absolutely nothing else to do but this. It was still radio silence throughout all of the twenty-some odd channels. You decided to give yourself an ultimatum, if no signs were shown by the morning, you’d move on for the better.

You had fallen asleep not long after you gave yourself the ultimatum. You only realized that after your brain woke itself up god knows how long after. Your body was nowhere near waking up, this had to have been the best sleep you had gotten in weeks, after everything that happened with Joel. You weren’t a cliche person, no way. But, you knew you hurt Joel, even if he refused to show it ever. You felt like shit for doing it, you really did, but maybe he would’ve figured out that it was for the better (sooner or later, at least).

Speaking of figuring it out, you had figured that you better get up. It was probably around nine or so in the morning, and you had already slept in far too late. You shifted around on the floor, where your makeshift (not really) bed was, before you heard breathing. Not your breathing, no, but something- someone else. If you weren’t fully awake before, you sure as hell were now. You didn’t open your eyes, but you shifted once more, you had a pistol in your back pocket that you had to get out. As you tried your very best to shift as normal as one could in their sleep, you finally reached the pistol. You hand wrapped around the body, and finger hovering the trigger, before shooting up and ripping the pistol out of your pocket. Your eyes were translucent-like right now, which meant you weren’t able to see properly who was in front of you. It was only by the tone of the voice that gave the person away, “Now cowgirl, what’d I teach ya’ ‘bout pointin’ guns at people ya’ know?”

It was him, it was Joel Miller. With the gun still pointed at him, a million thoughts started to race through your head. Why was he here? How did he find out? How did he get here so fucking quick? Though, your thoughts were cut short when your pistol was ripped out of your right hand- and you just let it be. You rubbed your eyes, finally able to lay your eyes across the man in front of you. He looked like he had lost a bit of weight in his face, but his hair was still curly and untamed, his muscles still threatened to strip the seams out of his shirt, his eyes were still- no, you thought to yourself, you couldn’t and shouldn’t be thinking like this.

“You shouldn’t be here, Joel. Not after what happened.” You immediately shot up, not letting your eyes linger for a second longer. He was sat, leaning against the door frame into the kitchen. His rifle was resting against his knees, the safety on since he knew you wouldn’t do anything. “What? Just ‘cause we- doesn’t matter.” He muttered, “Ya’ called, and I came’n checked on my colleague.” A colleague? It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, when he said that. You had to ignore it and keep your guard high, it wasn’t like you if you didn’t.

“How the fuck did ya’ get the radio station? It was only for Maria.” You had gotten up, honestly just wanting to leave. Even after feeling like the shittiest person on earth for distancing yourself from Joel, you would’ve preferred anyone else to answer the call for help. As you made your way to the entrance of the kitchen, just beside to where Joel was sitting, he put his rifle up and covered your path. “Made ya’ somethin’ to eat, missy. Ya’ still eat y’ur eggs over easy?” This set you off, almost. Why was he being so nice to you, after everything you did to him?

You pushed your way through his rifle and into the kitchen, the smell of freshly cooked eggs, something you hadn’t smelled in god knows how long, came passing through your nose. Joel always treated you right, you didn’t deny that. You had heard the man in the other room getting up, so you quickly ripped off a piece of the over easy egg and shoved it in your mouth. He would’ve obviously seen you had taken a bite, but you wanted to hold onto the little bit of pride you had left. “Listen,” Joel had began as you turned to face him, he was leaning against the frame, “I’ain here to rehash anythin’, just wanted to make sure everythin’ was alright.”

It wasn’t before, but why did it feel like it was now? You shouldn’t have been feeling like that, you thought to yourself. You should be running away and pushing him farther away from you than before. “It is, you can- leave now.” You had hesitated, and your eyes fell from Joel’s. You couldn’t even look him in the face when you said it, you knew it was wrong. All you wanted to do was hug him and kiss him again, but the fear of attachment you had was lingering heavy right now. Joel noticed this, crossing his arms. He knew that you were bull-shitting him, and that everything wasn’t fine. He had been with you long enough to know when you were lying, and when you weren’t your usual self. “‘M sorry- ya’ know that, Sunshine.” He told you, one of the few times you had ever heard an apology escape the man’s lips. This had roped you into meeting his gaze again, your heart almost dropping.

Joel went to say something else, but you immediately cut him off. “Don’t you apologize. I was the one to- to push ya’ back.” You began, “It shouldn’t have happened and’m sorry for it- Jesus Christ Joel, you know I still love ya’.” There was different tones said to this, angry ones, sad ones, embarrassed ones. You knew, and Joel knew, that whatever you had done was to try and protect him, but no matter how much you pushed him back, you guys were meant to be no farther than three feet away from each other.

“There’s the girl I know, not some pistol whippin’ chick.” He had a rough smile playing against his face, he couldn’t help it. Joel, despite not showing it, had butterflies that were running through his stomach like crazy right now. You made him feel like that whenever you wear near him, and he hadn’t experienced that for twenty years. He unfolded his arms and rose one, signalling you in for a hug. You couldn’t help it, you immediately stepped forward and embraced the man that you had missed so dearly. Though the fear of attachment was still alive and well, you felt as if you could outrun it right now.

It felt like it was your first hug in years (in weeks, actually), and it felt so rewarding. Joel was praying (even though he wasn’t a religious man at all) that you would come around, and that you would love him again- like he loved you. Your head fit into the crook of his neck just like a puzzle piece, and he was happier than ever. “‘M sorry.” You repeated yourself once again, wanting to say so much more but just couldn’t find the words to. His hand fell to the bottom of your neck, “I know,” He began, “Now, go eat y’ur meal before I eat it for ya’.”

You had a small smile rise to your face as your arms dropped from Joel’s embrace. You had reached over and gotten the egg, ripping a piece off the edge of it. You turned back and turned your glances up (Joel had practically towered over you) to meet his eyes, bringing the piece of egg to his lips. As Joel took notice of what you were doing, he parted his lips in order to assist you. As your finger slipped into Joel’s mouth, he started to suck around your finger. It felt good, almost too good, in your opinion. He let out a small, raspy moan against the piece of you that was in his mouth.

He had let go after a moment, letting your hand fall back to the side of you. “Missed everythin’ ‘bout ya’.” He had started, tucking a piece of your hair behind your right ear. “‘Specially the late nights.” You knew what he was talking about, sex. Even though the world had gone to complete shit, people were still going to be people. “Before anythin’,” You had started, “Do ya’ wanna, I’dunno, get back at it?” You were bad with words, Joel knew that. But he also knew that you were hinting at continuing your relationship together. He didn’t want anything else, honestly. He missed waking up to you, going to bed with you, and everything in between. Joel wasn’t an emotional guy by any stretch of the way, but he tried to be more considerate when it came to the people he loved.

Joel had answered your question by leaning forward and placing his lips on top of yours. He was soft at the start, unsure on how you would take it. He was also hoping that this would give you an answer, instead of a verbal ‘I need you now’ one - thankfully, it did. It gave you a clear-as-fucking-day answer. You had parted your lips, allowing Joel to take control over the both of you while you two were catching up on the missed kisses from the last while. This is when he had started let his rough edges show, he slipped his tongue in and started to love on you more aggressively. He was still hesitant on how you were going to take it, but you reacted very positively (to his pleasure).

Joel became handsy first, his hands travelling from over your hips to under your shirt and unclipping your bra. He knew that you wanted it as much as he did right now, he could tell by the muffled moans that were escaping your lips against his. You were soon to follow suit, your hands moving from Joel’s chest, to his more southern regions. A grunt had escaped his lips when you began to undo his belt, and he removed your bra from under your shirt. This was the only person you had ever wanted to do anything like this with, Joel knew that. He felt the same way with you, he knew that you were delicate with him and his subconscious.

Now that things were finally figured out between the two of you, you could go back to loving Joel. You would deal with your fears at a later date, not now, not anytime soon. You had to focus on what you loved most, and it was the man right in front of you. Joel was glad you had come around, he didn’t know what he would’ve done if you didn’t. In this hell-bound world, you were one of the few things that really mattered to him. Everyone goes through their hardships, it just makes the shared relationship stronger. You had finally figured that out as Joel was making love to you. Fears can come and go whenever they want, but people you love will stick with you- even through the fucking apocalypse.

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sunshine, steve lacy/fousheé

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variety-fangirl · 1 year

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Could you do “it’s you, it always has been” with tasm Peter x reader please? If you have the time of course :)

Always Been You / tasm Peter Parker x fem!reader

Summary: Being in love with your best friend was never ideal but how could you not fall for your sweet, caring, selfless Peter? But when Gwen comes into the picture, you think they are secretly dating and try to move on by going on a date.

Warnings: angst with fluff ending, jealous reader and Peter, feelings confessed, language, reader feeling threatened by Gwen being around, lmk if I missed anything!

Author's note: Of course beautiful! :D Thank you for requesting, I appreciate it! 😘 You're so sweet 🥰 Hope you like it and that it turned out how you wanted. Requests are open! Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Thank you!

Word count: 2.1k

Peter had been your best friend since you were young, you were both inseparable and still were until recently. You and Peter had always done everything together, you wouldn't often find the one without the other for long. You pair were so close that people who weren't close to your friend group often thought you were dating, and Peter didn't help the rumours when he was affectionate with you. An arm around the shoulder, holding hands, forehead kisses, he was always close to you. Even your friends believed you would end up together, convinced of the idea even.

You and Peter always denied that you were anything more than friends, despite your totally secret and definitely not obvious crush on your best friend. It killed you to say it but you knew he would never feel the same about you as you did him. And you had come to terms with it, mostly. You loved Peter, wholly and irrevocably, your whole being was consumed by him at all times. He was your everything, no one else compared, not even by a long shot. And that terrified you, the thought of being unable to move on or have someone make you feel like Peter does. You will have to eventually. You reminded yourself sadly.

Nothing had ever come between you and Peter, you were as tight nit as anyone could possibly be but that didn't mean you hadn't ever argued, disagreed, or feel the same about everything. You both had your differences, and that's what you liked about one another, the interesting individual thought process behind ideas or opinions. You'd had a few small arguments and disagreements but you'd never gone more than two days without speaking or being mad/unhappy with each other. Neither could stay mad, especially you, Peter could do something innocent yet adorable when resolving the issue and your heart would just melt.

Things had been great between you guys, as per usual, everything was just normal. That was until Gwen came into the picture, seemingly taking an instant liking to Peter. Not that you blamed her, how could you not? Especially when he flashed his signature beautiful white-toothed smile and nervously played with the sleeves of his hoodie, it was plain adorable. Everyone who met Peter instantly liked him, he had a way with people without realising it, and he was good with them.

You noticed over the past couple of weeks that Gwen and Peter had been hanging out more and more, by themselves. Your typical everyday texts turned into every couple of days, your biweekly hangouts were cancelled, group hangouts were postponed or Gwen was always present, and it was taking a toll on you. You struggled not having your best friend around as much, but you tried your best to accept and understand that Peter would date at some point. That you would have to share his attention and time with someone else that meant as much as you did to him, if not more. Safe to say, that was a hard pill to swallow. But you had to, he wasn't yours anymore.

You felt the best way to move on from Peter and accept everything was to go on a date, figuring it would be a positive step in the right direction. You asked your other best friend Harry to help you find someone nice to go on a date with, settling on a friend of a friend, Jack. The date was arranged for the following Friday at 7 pm at a local diner, casual and familiar. Close to home if something were to go wrong or right, you supposed, the thought surfacing feelings of uncertainty.

By the time the day of the date rolled around, you were riddled with nerves. You had only ever been on four dates in your whole life, none of which had gone well enough for a second. Being in love with your best friend for most all of your teen years until now kind of ruined your love life, which was non-existent, and you hated it. Why? Why did it have to be Peter? Couldn't it have been Mark from bio or Ryan from English? Normal, typical boys who were nice enough and had always been kind to you, so why not them? Because they aren't him, he's extraordinary, amazing, devastatingly handsome Peter. You were really starting to hate that inner voice of yours.

You did another once-over of your outfit for your date, impressed by your choices. You wore a pair of your best black jeans that made your bottom look incredible, shaping you nicely in the right areas. Your shirt was a pinkish-brown cotton long-sleeved shirt that plunged slightly to show some cleavage and hugged your figure beautifully, paired with brown ankle-strapped heels and a black leather jacket. Hair was curled, make-up minimal with some glitter on your eyes for a little pop of attention, and smelled like your favourite perfume. You nodded in approval before heading out the door, keys, phone and purse in a small side bag.

You arrive at the diner five minutes early, texting Jack that you'd get a table as you headed inside. The kind waitress leads you to a four-seater booth by a window, the place was packed as expected. This was a popular hotspot for people your age to come to on weekends. Brown wood tables, red leather seats, 80s music playing, it was one of your favourites. As you get settled and order a coke while you wait for your date, you receive a reply letting you know he was just parking. Thankfully Harry had shown you a picture beforehand, so you knew who to look out for. You could feel the nerves bubble more than before, unsure of what to expect or how to feel about this whole thing.

But it all seemed to disappear as Jack walked through the door, a bouquet of flowers in hand and looking as handsome as ever. Nothing on Peter but handsome nonetheless. The same waitress pointed to you and he walked over with a smile that would make any girl or guy melt in an instant, the kind that models and famous people had. You couldn't help but return it as he handed you the flowers and kissed your cheek with a cheeky little hello, his overwhelmingly wonderful aftershave filling your senses when he leant close. He sat down across from you as you placed the beautiful flowers next to you, maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

An hour later you were home, the date having gone amazingly. Jack had been the perfect gentleman, listened and asked all the right questions, even walking you home after. You arrive outside your apartment door, Jack stood behind you with a smile as he watches you open the door. "Well thank you for tonight, it was lovely. I enjoyed myself, and I hope you did too." you smile nervously, worried that he didn't enjoy the evening as much as you had. "I loved it, thank you for a great evening. I hope to hear from you for a second real soon beautiful, good night." Jack flashed you a panty-dropping smile as he kissed your cheek. You bit your lip as he pulled away and gave you a little wave as he walked down the stairs.

You sigh contently as you switch on the light and close the door behind you, placing your keys on the side cabinet. Only locking it with the key, remembering your roommate mentioning that they would be out till late. You turn around and go to the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle. "Well, he seemed nice." A voice says behind you, a scream erupting from you as you spin around quickly to see Peter sitting on the sofa in your living room. He was staring at you with an unreadable expression as you tried to calm your breathing, walking to where he was sitting. "What the fuck Peter? How long have you been there?" you yell, standing near.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. About 30 minutes, how was your date?" Peter asked, looking away from you with a clenched jaw. You frown feeling confused, the way he'd said 'date' was as if the word pissed him off. "Good, but why are you here?" you questioned, figuring he would be with Gwen or at home. He shook his head, still not looking at you, something was up with him. "Not important, I shouldn't have even come." Peter stood up, making his way to the door. You scoff, not believing how he was acting.

"Oh no, you don't get to ignore me for weeks with odd texts because you'd rather hang out with Gwen than me and then get annoyed for whatever reason because I went on a date!" Peter stops dead, back tense as he turns to face you. You had no idea why Peter would possibly be upset about you going on a date, he had no right to! Considering he had replaced you with Gwen. You just wanted to move on from him and he was making that really difficult. "Rather hang out with Gwen?" he asked, seeming genuinely confused. Your eyes widen in disbelief, had he really not noticed? Ouch.

"Wow, yes Peter. You've been spending all your time with Gwen as of late, me and Harry feel pushed aside. Seems she's become more important just because you have a crush on each other." you roll your eyes, arms crossed over your chest. Despite your own feelings, you would never stop Peter from being happy with someone else. He was your best friend first, crush second, so it didn't sit right with you to be cast aside for some girl. You liked Gwen, of course, because how could you not? But she had seemed to steal all of Peter's attention from his friends, not just you.

"Wow, hey, no. I don't have a crush on Gwen, we are just friends. Why would you think that?" Peter wondered, a slight tone in his voice that threw you off, he sounded nervous for some reason. "I've seen how you look at her, Peter... Like she's everything," you whisper, looking away from him. You can feel the nerves bubble in your chest and tears well in your eyes, building as if they were going to explode at any moment. It was just all too much to deal with. You'd had a wonderful date with someone you genuinely thought could maybe help you to move on from Peter, and then Peter shows up here mad at you for going on a date, what the hell was happening?

"I don't... I can't... fuck!" Peter swore, hands pulling at his hair in frustration as he turned away from you before turning back to face you once again. You were unsure what was going on, confused by his mood swings and behaviour. Peter sighed, walking toward you with intent, "why is it you're the only one who doesn't see it?" he whispers as his hands cupped both cheeks. You frown, frozen at the close proximity of Peter's face to your own. "What are you talking about?" you question, willing the tears not to fall. To be strong in that moment.

"It's you, It's always been you Y/N." he laughs, "you were always the one for me, not Gwen, not anyone. God, I've been in love with you since the first day we met. No one else could compare, not even in the slightest but I never wanted to say anything because I didn't think you would feel the same and ruin our friendship. You've got me wrapped around your finger and you don't even know it, sweetheart." Peter whispered as he placed his forehead against yours, both eyes closed as you breathe out deeply. The tears you tried to stop fell down your cheeks, a sobbed laugh escaping you.

"You're an idiot! I've been in love with you for a long time. I went on a date to try and get over you because I thought you liked Gwen." you laugh, tears not stopping. Peter pulled back, eyes staring back at you wide, "you love me too?" he whispers, hands holding your face desperately as they shake. "Yes, how could I not?" you smile, moving your hands to hold the arms that held your face. "Guess we were both idiots then, hmm?" he laughs, thumb gently stroking the damp skin of your cheek. You nodded, stroking his clothed arms.

"You know I'm going to have to take you out on a date now, don't you? Make you forget all about that other guy?" Peter laughed, leaning in until his lips touched yours. You smile as your lips move together, hands moving to hold his neck, "you better." you both chuckle, foreheads touching.

#ptasm!spider man #tasm!peter parker #fluff #angst #y/n #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #gwen stacy #jealous peter parker #marvel #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #andrew!peter parker

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sharkbytes662 · 10 months

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figured id post this here too..there’s an old flash animation by unknownperson that i would consider lost now, it was a short animation of this comic on DA . theres also this post on his blogspot that’s related to it. when i posted this to twt someone replied saying that someone had uploaded unknownperson’s flash archives in a comment thread on his DA but i sadly couldn’t find anything. the only other thing i could find was this gif from an older tumblr post (about 10 years ago..?). soo if anyone knows anything else please lmk!

#my post #castle of nations #law of talos #endzone #climber #clarice #unknownfans #unknown person #lost media #flash animation #🔩#no matter how many times i post this it wont appear on tags..?#Okay #2000s internet #mine

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euphor1a · 2 years

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Yeonjun worshipping your pussy

thirst drabbles (2/∞)

fandom » txt

pairing » yeonjun x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni)

genre » smut, established relationship

word count » ~ 600

warnings » profanity, ddlg themes (daddy kink), begging, oral (f!receiving), spitting, use of pet names, dirty talking, fingering, pussy slapping (?), mention of junnie’s fat cawk 😔, mild degradation, lmk if I missed anything!

The downright sinful noise of his mouth attached to your cunt rings in your ears, body flushed and sensitive to his touches. Yeonjun’s eyes are fixed on your every little movement. He takes great notice of how you grip on the bedsheets desperately, your thighs trembling under his iron grip.

“Daddy, more! Please…” You whimper out loud, writhing beneath his adept tongue which presses firmly on your swollen nub.

“Yeah?” Yeonjun hums, seemingly amused by your actions. “You wanna come all over daddy’s face like a dirty little girl, hm? Want me to suck your pretty pussy until you can’t take it anymore?”

You shudder, more wetness gathering between your legs. “Aah– yes, yes daddy!” Your voice comes out broken as you feel him rubbing his spit along your already drenched folds. Yeonjun smirks.

“Then you’ll have to beg prettier than that babygirl. Tell me how bad you need it.”

Whining, you take a deep breath to steady your blazing heart. Why is he always like this?

“Please. I— I can’t— angh!”

A rough slap of his calloused hand lands right on your cunt. The overwhelming sting causes your eyes to waver. Yeonjun growls, his lips briefly sucking onto your labia before pulling out with a loud ‘pop’.

“You know you can do better than that, don’t you, kitten?”

“Da–daddy, I beg you, please… please eat my pussy. I– I can’t! Need you in me.” You manage to babble, too needy to talk properly.

“Shh, I know you’re so desperate to get my fat cock in your cute little hole, but I need to prepare you first.” Yeonjun drops a lingering kiss on your mound, his nose burying in your folds to inhale your scent.

Your whine turns into a high-pitched moan, his tongue flattening against your core and licking a long stripe along it. He suckles on the velvety flesh of your pussy, fingers digging into your thighs to keep you in place.

“Fu—fuck! Daddy!” You groan as Yeonjun teases your entrance, delving into you once and pulling out with a satisfied hum. Another small slap finds your clit, his long fingers rubbing the sensitive nub with fervor.

“Baby likes it when I play with her pussy, huh? Look at you, making a mess and I’ve only just started.” He redoubles his efforts and returns to lap at you like a starved man. Your hips buck up, eager to find any type of friction.

Yeonjun grunts, his right arm wrapping around your waist while the other hand cups your cunt. “So impatient,” he mumbles, working your entrance with his index finger before sliding it in.

“Yes! God, yes.” You sigh happily, immediately clenching around his finger. A growl escapes his lips, causing the vibration reverberates against your pussy.

“Such a filthy babygirl I have.” Yeonjun hisses. He pushes your thighs further apart, mouth passionately sucking on your clit as he adds another finger to stretch you out properly.

“Oh— sh–shiiiit.” His fingers curl inside your hot, sopping core, effectively hitting the spot that makes your limbs jelly. You close your eyes shut. It feels too good. You’re not going to last much longer.

Yeonjun can feel his blood rushing to south, making his cock throb in the confines of his boxers. The way your needy pussy tries to suck him in, manages to tug on the last shreds of restraint he has.

“Daddy’s gonna ruin you today, angel. Gonna split you open and make you my cum dump. How does that sound?”

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wc-confessions · 1 year

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Hi, I don’t usually come to confessions blogs for like mental health reasons but I’m the author of Follow Your Heart and i was told it was being discussed on here so I wanted to come talk about it myself.

I started writing the comic when I was in highschool, so I was a child myself. (I don’t remember my exact age, just that I remember drawing concept art while hanging out in my school’s library) That’s why the original “drama” thing was there between Mouseclaw and Sootpaw. Spottedleafs Heart came out and it was so bad that it made me re-examine that part of the story. Warriors romantizes relationships with age gaps like Soot and Mouse all the time, hence why I probably didn’t think anything of it back then. (See: Dustfern, Bramblesquirrel)

Yes, there are scenes where it’s implied the characters have had sex. There is absolutely nothing explicit however, and I have some bad news for the original anon about how babies were made if they’re that upset about it, because literally every child born in the series implies the characters had sex lol. Its even implied Daisy and Spiderleg had a one night stand! (He specifically says their kits were an accident!)

I also don’t appreciate the implications of what they were saying as someone who was traumatized by actual zooporn w real animals as a young child. That kind of thing is exactly the reason I don’t post or advertise my comic on twitter or tumblr, I knew I’d get accused of that shit. Idk if the original anon is reading this but please think about what you say before you say it :/

I’m a human being and I’m not perfect. But I like to think I’m doing okay, since multiple CSA survivors have shared their stories in my comments and thanked me for making the comic (im not trying to toot my own horn, im simply stating facts- i dont want to pat my own ass or anything) and I also had a CSA survivor as a beta reader of the comic.

I don’t think Spottedleaf experienced actual sexual abuse if that’s what the other anon was implying, I just think that the story was a VERY bad example of grooming and it was what inspired me to do better.

I’m doing this specifically because if there is the BAREST fucking chance I can educate a kid and keep them out if this situation, I want to take it. I feel incredibly strongly about this topic and that’s why I wanted to do something about it. I said this in a page description, but I was provided very little education on this in school, in fact I can only concretely remember one video and I have a vague idea that there was one other thing I was shown to educate about CSA- compared to the abstinence-only sex education that was drilled in my head from like, 6th to 9th grade. I’m just a blip in the sea of warcats comics on dA, but I can at least try my best to help where I can.

I have a warning page up that talks about the subject matter which is what I’m sure you saw, but I go a little more in depth in the description of chapter 5’s cover.

I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but I genuinely deeply appreciate you not immediately trying to crucify me when that anon came to your inbox. Like I said, there’s a reason I don’t advertise on tumblr. I really really appreciate you taking a neutral stance until you knew more. Thank you, it means a lot. :) sorry for the very long ask, haha.

thank you for your response and its no problem. in these sorts of situations its always best to pretty much get your own info so i took it very seriously. im very sorry about all that and dont hesitate to lmk if youd rather not be spoken about on here i'd completely understand.

#trying my best to minimize talk about creators anyway since lately they get out of hand or people spread misinfo #atp i just think its the right thing since Most ppl cant rlly handle simple discussions #not a confession #text #asks #nitethekitten #really sorry you had to come over here :[

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