#anonny asks

[chaneajoyyy]

It's hilarious how happy all of you bonnet bandits and claw nail, extendo eyelash qweens are. I mean, was nothing of note going on in your lives? Has twerking at red lights lost its luster? You chicks are criiiiiiinge.

#let’s chat #sip tea #call out racists #not i got called a nappy headed hoe #anonny asks #how what’s wrong with twerking at red lights??? #lmaaaaaaaooo at bonnet bandit

[kitten4sannie]

what do you think about the idea of san having a noona/mommy kink? hehe <3

oh my godddd that baby boy would absolutely have a mommy kink grrrrrrrrr got my mind spinningggg…..

like he’d just be balls-deep in you, whimpering and crying out each time his pulsing cock rubbed against your tight walls, his heavy body pressed against yours, his wet hair tickling your face. He’d look at you so intensely, just a few inches away from your face, and purr, “Mommy, is it good for you? Am I fucking you just how Mommy likes?”

You wouldn’t even be able to think, let alone speak from the way he had you folded up in such a way that you were only able to take his cock each time he fucked it into you, the lewd shlick sounds of your now cum-filled hole filling up the room along with your joined high-pitched whines.

San would be an absolute mess, dripping sweat and drool onto you, his pretty flushed lips parted so that he could moan out, “Unnnh…aaaaah…Do you like the way I’m filling you up like this? It’s so much, fuck, I’m gonna turn you into a real mommy, huh?”

San would press kiss after kiss onto your lips and neck, slowly pulling out, only to push himself back in, inch by inch, making sure he was plugging your cunt back up with his hot load. He’d look at you with hearts in his hooded eyes, a lustful smirk gracing his lips. “Do you want that? Should I fill you up with more cum, Mommy, to make you mine forever? ♡”

#ask #anonnie ♡ #almost wrote an entire essay just now but i held back ksjsh #listen if you bring up sub san i’m going to lose my mind each and every time #ateez smut #san smut #ateez hard hours #ateez hard thoughts #i love queue ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[chaisshitposts]

AaaaaAJAJADHDJSKK

I enter the void finally after two years😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺.

I can't tell you how happy I am. I just wrote 6 void affirmations like I enter void instantly, i always wake up in the void and so on then name the note as as I am a void master and I just did psych k using gamma waves for two times a day for 10 mins affirming I am a void master. I promised myself I will not waver this time and I just robotic affirm when I get time. While sleeping I recorded it in my voice and used it.

So on fourth day I finally woke up in the void which is today. I can't tell you how happy I am 😭😭😭.

I manifested-

Dream body

All my old grades to A+

Dream skin like literally flawless and beautiful

Dream house

The job which I want from a long time.

Healthy and happy family

And much more.

I freaking love you chai😘😘😘😘😘😘😘

Thank you.. Now gotta delete tumblr and gonna enjoy my lyf. 😭😭😭😭😭

words cannot describe the amount of joy I feel after reading this, I cannot even say anything that would even make sense.

bye anon, thank you for not givin' up on yourself and I hope you have the most amazing time living in creative mode.

#— chai's asks. !! ~ #— anonnie. !! ~ #psych k #psych-k #psych k success #psych k success story #void state #void state success story #LETS GO ANON !!!! #LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO #THIS IS WHAT IM FUCKING TALKING ABOUUUUUUT

[prettieinpink]

Hi !

Could u give me some tips on how to stop procrastinating and be more productive (in school and after school) ?

And do you also have any study tips to help me to study much better ?

Thx very much and luv ur blog !

♡♡ Keep up the good work ♡♡

STUDYING EFFECTIVELY IN AND OUT OF SCHOOL

thank you so much for the support and for your patience!! I hope this post helps you well. I also think this post on procrastination would help as well.

Studying effectively looks different for a lot of people. You will have to try out different methods to see what works best for you specifically. This post will discuss ways to maximize your time in the classroom and reinforce that knowledge outside of school hours.

AT SCHOOL

ASK FOR HELP OR FURTHER UNDERSTANDING. Try your best to engage as much as possible with your teacher or mentor regardless of your understanding. If you need help, ask for it. If you want to advance in your learning, ask more questions. 

LISTEN TO MUSIC. A lot of people fall victim to talking to their friends instead of working. Bring earphones to school and listen to your playlist instead of talking to your friends. If you have your earphones on, you won’t feel obligated to join in the conversation and others most likely won’t bother you. 

TAKE EFFECTIVE NOTES. You don’t have to do an overly specific way of writing notes, but make sure your notes are clear, concise, and understandable for you. A thing I try to do is leave a little room at the bottom of the page in which I can summarise everything without looking at prior notes.

CARRY A WATER BOTTLE. Water helps boost your brain productivity, so carry it to all of your classrooms.

UTILISE LUNCH & RECESS. Giving up your lunch and recess for more studying is not ideal, but it’s better to set in fresh knowledge than go home and completely forget everything. Or, you can use this time for assignments or studying for assessments.

AFTER SCHOOL

REMEMBER TO REFUEL AND TAKE A BREAK. Studying can be hard after you come back from 6-8 hours of already doing that. Eat something, exercise, do something fun, watch a show. Give your brain a break before studying.

HAVE AN EVERYDAY STUDY ROUTINE. Maybe you wanna dedicate some time to your flashcards or revise back on your notes, or you can have your focus change for each day of the week.

(FAVE) STUDY METHODS

FLASHCARDS. Flashcards are so easy to do everywhere, which is what I like about them. I could do it while waiting for something, while bored, on a car/bus ride, or even just a few before going to bed. Requires zero energy while still getting a lot out.

WHITEBOARD METHOD. Though, you can use a mirror. It’s just writing everything on a whiteboard. From ideas, diagrams, and questions. The reason why I feel like this method is so effective is because it’s so engaging, unlike a laptop or pen and paper.

BLURTING. You most likely did this in primary school, but it’s just writing down everything you know and then checking for gaps in knowledge. I love this method because it’s also a really simple way to study yet it’s so effective.

SQ3R. Survey, question, read, recite, and review. This one requires a bit more focus, but it does help to retain more information than just skimming through the text. 

#becoming that girl #that girl #clean girl #green juice girl #smart and pretty #study inspiration #studying #study tips #study aesthetic #studyblr community #study motivation #studyblr #study blog #uniblr #high school #students #procrastination #university #anonnie #ask #hot girl semester #hot and educated #education #educate yourself #educate yourselves #princess academica #light academia #pretty academia #pink academia #pink study

[kaaaaaaarf]

Oh you like snape? You said you’re his wife

INDI IS THIS YOU I SWEAR TO GOD.

#someone help me 😭😭😭 #im being psychologically tortured #hey anonny nonny #ask me

[teyamsatan]

hi, could you do the biggest neteyam kinks please.

Love your write <3

i got about 5 of these requests so I'll just do one haahahah. i love how much people loved my dilf!jake's biggest kinks, i might have to do a part 2 for that soon! but let's see neteyam's. now, this might be a wildly unpopular opinion, but i actually don't think neteyam would be super kinky in bed (just me??). but there are a couple things that are cannon in my head about him:

wc: 850 words

na'vi compendium: yawne - love

smut under the cut, minors dni 🔞

switch kink/pleasure dom kink

neteyam will never be able to beat the switch allegations in my book. i think initially, when he's first starting out, he's be quite submissive, putty under your touch. "am i making you feel good, teyam?" you'd say, sinking slowly on his length, watching as, with every inch, he becomes more and more unravelled, eyes shut tightly, mouth agape, small whimpers escaping his lips as you begin grinding on him, overcome with the sensation overload from being stretched almost to the point of pain, so full of him you can't see straight anymore. riding him lets you see him, in all his glory, the sheen of his azure skin as a light layer of sweat coats it, the way his canines dig into his lower lip to stop himself from moaning at how good your walls feel taking him all in, moulding to the shape of his thick cock. you can't help yourself, as you swipe your tongue over where he drew blood, before closing your lips over his in a intricate dance you could never get enough of. "don't hide from me, teyam. i want to hear you, let me hear how good i make you feel." this little routine of yours didn't last long, until one day, you found yourself in the same position, enjoying your view, before you felt his core contracting and his arms encircling you and all of a sudden you're on your back, him still deep in you, and your little pained yelp was only met with a small chuckle and tongue lapping at your neck and jaw, leaving love bites everywhere in its wake. "i think it's time for you to be the one squirming for a change, hmm, yawne?" from that day on, the man will treat your body like an uncharted map filled with treasures that he's incredibly eager to uncover. he won't stop until he knows every erogenous spot and exactly when, and how, and where to touch, to lick, to bite, to suck - he wants nothing more than to see you come undone beneath him until you're crying from how overstimulated you are. nothing gets him off more than seeing you cum. "teyam, p-please, no more. i can't, argh, fuck!" his face is covered in your slick and cum as he's lapping at your folds once more, curling his fingers in you, stroking your walls in the spot he knows will get you to submit and allow him to do what he does best. "just one more, yawne. i need to make sure my baby's having a good time."

praise kink

"always doing so well for me, love." neteyam loves praising you. as someone who's constantly fought for his father's approval growing up, he knows how far being told you're doing well can go. "you feel fucking amazing, baby." he will shower you in praises as he's thrusting in you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs, legs propped on his shoulders, dirty little whimpers and the sound of skin of skin the only thing that can be heard in your marui. "taking me so well, yawne." in a similar vein, neteyam loves being praised. nothing gets him to the brink of orgasm faster than when he can tell you're having a good time, then when he can tell he's making your eyes roll in the back of your head in unadulterated pleasure. "f-fuck, teyam! that feels so good! don't st-stop, please!" he feels himself twitch inside you at your words, and when your screams fill his ears with the third orgasm he's managed to coax out of you, he knows he's close, ready to fill you up. "i need you to come in me, teyam, please!" "yeah? can't wait for you to make me a dad, yawne. you're gonna be the most beautiful mum ever. make me the happiest man on the planet, i swear." the thought of you, plump and glowing, carrying his child, pushes him over the edge and he comes, thick spurts of warm cum coating your pretty walls, just the way he likes it. he smiles softly as the high subsides, the euphoria of having you by his side, of being able to do this with you everyday of his life so overpowering it almost hurts, and he takes his time trailing soft kisses in the crook of your neck."tell me how good i make you feel again, yawne." he can be such a brat i love him so much you honour

bonus: aftercare

not a kink, but this man is the blueprint when it comes to aftercare. he'd take care of you like it was his only job, from cradling your body in his arms, cooing gently and kissing your tears away, to taking his time cleaning you with a soft damp cloth, so you don't have to even get up, to whispering unending love letters on your skin in light touches and tender kisses, in words of i love you and you're everything to me and forever.

why did this turn fluffy at the end what is this who am i???

taglist: @fanboyluvr @yagirlheree @teyamsbitch

#slowly getting through my requests #✎ andra's requests #my asks 💕 #𖨆♡𖨆 andra's anonnies #༊*·˚ andra's works #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fanfic #neteyam reader #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar twow #avatar fanfic #neteyam x avatar!reader #neteyam sully fanfiction #neteyam angst #awow #awow neteyam #neteyam smut #neteyam x y/n #avatar way of water #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam x you #neteyam fluff #neteyam x omaticaya!reader

[chaichaiiskai]

NO PICKLE X MALE READER??? I GOT YOU.

pickle x prehistoric! shot male reader who's like his most precious s/o and overprotective during the prehistoric times and then now in the future. it can be fluff with a bit of angst.

almost the same height as baki or something.

notes: okay okay okay, I'm so sorry I'm late on this but I now have the brain capacity to write somethin' worth readin'...

yandere-ish! possessive! pickle x prehistoric! male! reader

warnings: violence, blood, body horror (not to reader), pickle is a lil' yandere ngl—, possessive and protective behavior, angst, kidnapoing, mention of smut but no explicit descriptions, male reader, amab reader, mxm, mlm, homophobes dni, mdni, 3.7k+ words (I went a lil' ham ngl)

Unexpectedly, the Jurassic research team had never expected to have a primitive man at their fingers, suspended in time and saline— not just one, but two. However, strangely enough, they both looked distinctively different, one was much taller and muscular than the other, causing the researchers to question the periods in time in which both had existed. That was quickly disproven despite this, seeing how the two of the men were encased in the very same saline rock, back to back as if they'd been frozen in time in the middle of protecting each other from an outside threat. On the outside looking in, it was quite poetic in a way, a clear display of humanity in its ideal form, hardened in resin. It was almost a shame that they would be carefully melting away the rock to get a better view of the two men encased in the saline.

The biggest theory amongst the researchers was that the two men could potentially be siblings, the taller one being the oldest brother while the younger was the shorter one; even if they didn't explicitly look alike. There was also the theory about them being father and son, there was no definitive answer— yet.

And so, with as much excitement as most scientists who were ready to discover something new, the thawing process had begun on the saline rock that held two great mysteries.

It took a bit of time for the researchers to thaw the rock with pure caution, wanting to keep the two beings intact as much as possible and so, they'd decided to thaw one side at a time— starting with the smaller man first. About two days later, they had managed to thaw him out completely and get him onto a gurney that surprisingly creaked and squeaked under his weight. They hooked the man up to monitors and machines, eager to see what exactly was going on with him, and to their shock— there was a faint heartbeat which required more close surveillance from them. The man looked almost as if he was stuck in a peaceful sleep, seemingly unable to wake up.

Half of the research team found themselves debating on whether or not they would apply modern technology to this man, wanting to reanimate him while the other focused on melting away the rest of the saline and getting a better look at the beast of a man while keeping the smaller man under surveillance.

And to their astonishment (and horror) the beast woke as they had managed to melt the saline away, stopping about halfway past his torso. One could only imagine the look of terror on the faces of the small, everyone was small compared to this creature, scientists as they stared up at him. He simply stared back, unmoving, but blinking, glancing around briefly at his confusing new surroundings that looked nothing like what he knew when he was younger.

Project Pickle was a success, but could the same be said about Project Cucumber?

Despite the looming and watchful eyes of the eight foot tall man who watched each and every one of them as they worked, the scientist continued to melt away the saline while Pickle remained still. Based on instinct alone, he did not sense any imminent danger, therefore, he saw none of the people in the room as immediate threats.

That did not last long, when he was completely free, he began to look around more, almost as if he was looking for something specific, tendrils of dark locks swinging as he looked rather perplexed. Then, he briefly sniffed the air, pupils dilating as his gaze zeroed in on the high security door that kept him tucked away in a metal box he didn't care to think about. And he began to walk towards the door, unknowing of what he was doing exactly, and stared at it, sniffing the air once again.

Surprisingly, the military personnel that worked as security on the premises didn't even bother to move, not even when the beast of a man snatched the door clean off it's securely bolted in to get a peek inside. He then crouched under the doorway to walk through it, almost like he was walking into a cave and made his way towards the gurney that held Cucumber's sleeping form. The scientist in the room all audibly gasped, shuddering in fear as he took some steps forward, standing at the foot of the gurney that still held your body.

The silence in the facility was deafening, even a single needle would be heard if it were to hit the cold tile floor.

And that's when Pickle moved, grabbing a hold of your calf to give it a squeeze that would have surely shattered the bones of a modern hero. Coincidentally, it had only caused your eyes to shoot open, a sound of anger coming from your mouth that was accustomed to a growl as you sat up, grabbing at the hand of the being who'd rudely woken you from your sleep. Only then when you were awake did Pickle loosen his grip and your eyes met for the first time in over hundreds of millions of years. The moment was wholesome to the two of you, but somewhat eerie to those looking on the outside in.

From then on, Pickle and Cucumber were given their own special area where they spent all their time together. There was one thing that was quite noticeable about the pair, Pickle did not like it when people got too close to Cucumber, often growling and baring his teeth at anyone who came too close. On the other hand, he would let the scientist get close to him so long as they kept their distance from you. Their interactions were simple enough, no words were exchanged but there was the occasional grunt and groan as they seemed to speak to each other in their own silent way. The original theories of the scientist believing that you were siblings was proving stronger and stronger with each day.

That— however, would soon change upon witnessing an... interaction between the two of you.

One late evening, the scientists were simply busying themselves with their research, not even paying much attention to the two men in their makeshift habitat. That was until the sound of growling, hissing, and other wild, animalistic noises coming from one of the monitors that was watching over the Projects. Curiously, the several scientists turned to look at the screen, mostly with mystified looks on their faces.

It looked like Pickle and Cucumber were battling, roughhousing in the dirt of the carefully constructed enclosure, biting and scratching at one another. Almost immediately, the scientists were ready to jump into action to find some way to subdue the two of them before something horrible happened and ruined their research, but nothing could have prepared them for what came next.

The winner of the wrestling match was Pickle, and he was eager to claim his prize. The scene that played out on the monitor was enough to make every single personnel who was watching blush like roses in a garden.

Welp, there goes their family theory... The last thing they had ever expected was that these two primitive men would be engaging in a romantic partnership, yet here they were— the sounds the two of them were making was proof. And surely, they should have all looked away, but they couldn't seem to look away, only doing so when the two men had both tired each other and decided to fall asleep, cuddling together as if they hadn't just violated each other in the most criminal and animalistic way. The two of them looked almost innocent in a way, Pickle easily dwarfed Cucumber in the spooning embrace but at least the two of them seemed comfortable.

From then on, the researchers that watched you both seemed to look at your interactions under a new light, noticing the romantic undertones with everything the two of you did together.

Pickle had a refusal to eat things that he did not actively hunt and seeing how there were no animals in the enclosure, he did not eat. And fortunately, considering the differences in biology, the primitive man was able to withstand being without food for a much longer period of time than what modern day people could do now.

A few weeks after being thawed from your saline sanctuaries, and constantly being observed by the weirdly skinny people with their weird furs, you were beginning to become more and more curious yourself. So much so that while Pickle was sleeping and one of the massive walls moved, your eyes immediately flew towards it and watched as one of the skinny people came into the room cautious and careful, holding something in their hands that seemed to be carrying other things. In interest, you stared at them, watching their every move, staying completely alert as they set the thing with things down and scurried away behind the moving wall.

Pickle was still slumbering deeply as you stared at the new thing in your enclosure before slowly approaching, sniffing around so that you could safely close the distance. As you got closer, familiar scents filled your nose and a sound of approval, similar to the sound of a chirp, was heard before you picked up a familiar fruit, peeling it off its skin and beginning to happily indulge in the fruity flavor. You sat beside the thing of things, the bowl of fruit, and happily ate the delicious treat, crossing your legs in a comfortable manner.

The eyes of your lover soon fluttered and he felt around on the ground, using his touch to try and find you, and when he is unable to, an angry growl is the only sound he makes before getting onto all fours, glancing around like a predator on a hunt. That was until he felt your presence and smelled you again, along with some strangely familiar scents and so he crawled in the direction of whether the scent was strongest.

If there was one thing to give credit on, it was the enclosure that the scientist has carefully constructed for the two of you looked like a forest, filled with trees and dirt and patches of grass, but there was an area where you often would relax— a clearing where the trees were a bit more sparse and the dirt was more abundant. That was also where Pickle and Cucumber were able to see the wall move and keep a close eye on the scientists and researchers who entered the enclosure.

The man crawled his way towards where he could smell where your scent was strongest and soon stumbled upon you hunched over, back facing him, and shoving things in your mouth, stuffing your cheeks with your newfound feast. Be that as it may, upon sensing Pickle's presence, you paused and in your squatting position, you shuffled your feet around, pivoting so that you could face Pickle. Soon enough, you flashed him a grin, mouth drenched in sweet juices as you beckoned him over with a hand.

He trusted you completely, but the same couldn't be said about what you were consuming, his eyes peeking between you and the fruit as he slowly crawled towards you. As soon as Pickle was within reach, you were quick to pluck one of the grapes from its stem and shove into his mouth, almost as if you were nonverbally saying 'try this!'

Caught off guard by the strange thing shoved in his mouth, he nearly spit it out but you quickly gave him a pleading look, puppy eyes causing his shoulders to slump, holding the grape in his mouth rather awkwardly. Huffing in frustration at him, you pointed a clawed nail towards your mouth and pretended to chew before pointing at Pickle, a look of concentration on your face as you nodded at him, hoping he'd get the message— he did.

At first, you couldn't tell how he'd felt about the grapes based on his facial expressions alone but that soon changed when his eyes widened, and then an approving sound followed.

"Hm!"

You couldn't agree more, grinning as you plucked a few more grapes, making a sound similar to a laugh when Pickle basically unhinged his jaw as you threw grapes in his mouth, one by one like a childish game.

This was another thing that the researchers had noticed, the two of you were easily amused by the simplest things, acting rather childishly despite both being full-grown adults. It was almost endearing in a way, watching the two of you, mostly you, feed each other fruits, enjoying yourselves with no active threats of danger in your lives. It was almost something to be jealous of... And that was when the researchers' curiosity seemed to spark, and perhaps an experiment would lead to some interesting results, as dangerous as they may be, but it would take an intricate amount of planning for every possible outcome.

Weeks pass.

At the exact same time every day, more bowls of fruit are brought for the two of you, the amount of fruit only seeming to double in sizes each and every time. The two of you actively seem to enjoy the fruit, the grapes being an especially popular fruit between the two of you. You were often feeding Pickle and yourself the fruit, happily enjoying them each and every time.

And just as usual, one of the skinny people brought in more bowls of fruit, with even more fruit than you could ever imagine. And naturally, you both dug right in, enjoying the sweet flavors wholeheartedly. That was until the world began to spin around you and Pickle, your vision growing spotty and blurred. Before either you or Pickle can register, your body's hit the ground and the last thing you see is Pickle attempting to crawl over you, wishing to protectively drape himself over your body but you lose consciousness before seeing if he's made it.

Much to the surprise of the researchers, the tranquilizers they'd injected into the fruit had finally worked! And now they could perform their experiment in peace— a great number of security personnel piled into the enclosure and grabbed a hold of your body, carrying you out of the enclosure and shutting the door behind themselves, carrying you to somewhere else within the facility.

The door was then properly amped up with the greatest technology the facility could offer, mostly looking to measure the strength of Pickle and his partnership with you.

When the next day came, Pickle awoke, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the enclosure he was entrapped in. He slowly sat up once his senses were back at their full use, though his body was still a bit drowsy and tiredly glanced around. Naturally, he was wondering where you were, causing him to click his teeth together in a particular way, calling out for you in his own special call.

And when he got no response, usually an excitable chirp, he got on all fours and began to crawl around the enclosure, sniffing and looking for where you could be hiding. Having been in the enclosure for so long, your scent was still lingering and he knew that you liked to play games— hiding from him, but with each passing second of him calling you and climbing up a few trees to find your usual hiding places, his panic was becoming more and more apparent. And before anyone could register the true terror of Pickle, the man stood on his two feet and roared at the fake sky, the power from it was enough to shake the entire enclosure.

The pure, unfiltered rage could be felt even through the security cameras currently being observed.

Perhaps this was a mistake.

Another growl followed before Pickle could be seen barreling towards the moving wall // enforced door with great speed and animosity, almost as if he knew that they were withholding his beloved from him. A line of personnel were on the other side of the door, prepared for what was to come next, and when he came in contact with the door, slamming his head into the metal, a noticeable dent from the outside was created but the door did not immediately give out. Another roar of anger came from him as reared back and began to repeatedly pound his fists into the door, dent after dent being put into the door that would not budge like the one he'd destroyed after waking up.

On the other side of the facility, you weren't doing any better, having woken up about an hour after Pickle, you were surprised to see the new enclosure, confused on where you were and most importantly— where Pickle was. Nothing smelt or felt familiar and you couldn't sense him. And unlike Pickle, you didn't immediately react with rage, instead, you reacted in a rather panicked way, climbing up the nearest tree for a better vantage point. When you saw no sight of Pickle, the anxiety began to set in, not even considering the possibility that he was still somewhat close by and that you'd been forcibly separated from him by the researchers who were still observing you both with keen eyes, notebooks and pens in hand.

They keep you separated for days, watching as Pickle's rage only grows and your anxiety seems to be eating away at you, almost deteriorating you at a rapid pace. Watching your differing reactions was proving to be even more interesting than they'd originally hypothesized. And while doing this experiment, the scientist had not revealed themselves to either primitive men, but about four days after the experiment started, one of the researchers had offered that they go back to sending in the bowls of fruit to see how they'd react.

Naturally, they chose to give you the fruit first.

And when the wall opened, your gaze immediately snapped up and you moved faster than they'd anticipated, hurriedly approaching the person with the bowl of fruit on all fours. The scientist is horrified at first, watching as you stare at him with pleading, puppy-like eyes. And then, you open your mouth before closing it, almost as if you were trying to say something but were hesitating.

Every scientist was on the edge of their seats, not expecting your reaction in the slightest.

Your mouth opens and closes a few more times before you finally speak, though the words are a bit broken, syllables are a bit hard to comprehend for you at the moment.

"Hmm...hm...hi—him." You move your hands above your head and begin to mess with the air, almost as if you were playing with long hair, obviously talking about Pickle.

"Wh...wha...wha...here..? Whe—whe...where?"

You did not get the reaction you wanted, watching as the scientist dropped the bowl of fruit and ran away, the wall shutting quickly behind him. As soon as the door fully closed, you lunged at it and slammed your fists onto it, broken words soon following as you pleaded, eyes beginning to water.

"Plee...plea— plea..? Please?!"

The sight of you whimpering and pounding your fists on the door is nearly enough to make the scientists sympathetic, watching as you crumble in on yourself, clearly suffering from some kind of abandonment issue. So much so that you were willing to speak their language to try and communicate. They wondered if you could learn more words and perhaps even sentences in the future. Perhaps they should have separated the two of you since the very beginning.

On the fifth day, Pickle had stopped pounding on the door, the amount of dents he'd left in the door was a concerning amount and the personnel had even grown fearful that he'd end up breaking through it soon, but they were fortunate that it seemed he'd given up. And instead, he simply sat down in front of the door, crossing his legs and his arms over his chest, waiting for the wall to open, almost as if he was expecting it.

It never opened.

Not that day.

Not the next day.

And not the next day.

The doors would open often for you, the scientists would bring you fruit and strange things while they spoke to you, trying to get you to talk to them again but your eyes were always wandering behind them, looking for Pickle in hopes of seeing him again. You do not remember the last time you'd been with him for such a long period of time, your anxiety seemed to build with each day.

"If you can just say one word— we'll bring you back to your mate, okay?"

The scientist said, waving their hands around as if that was going to help you understand what they were getting at. You simply furrowed your brows at them, trying to understand the weird noises they were saying to you. The language barrier was obvious.

As one would expect, the scientists were frustrated by the progress, trying to express to you their desires and what they wanted. They were getting nowhere.

Pickle had remained seated like a statue in front of the door, unmoving and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He had to find you, and he wasn't going to let this strange thing stop him from doing so.

Though he may not be the smartest, he knew that his fists had worn down this strange stone wall and just a few more shoves would soon bend to his will. And so, suddenly, he stood up and got into a fighting position, bringing his fist back before shooting it forward at the speed of a bullet that breaks the sound barrier with a clap and the door goes flying, crushing the line of personnel on the other side against the nearest wall, turning them into mush.

He steps out, a blank, uninterested stare on his face. An alarm soon goes off at this, seeing how he'd just brutally murdered some of security, but that didn't stop Pickle from continuing to walk, eager to find where you are, wanting nothing more than to have you back safe in his arms. And if that means crushing the skulls of small people, he wouldn't mind, so long as he got back to you.

#— chai’s asks. !! #male reader #x male reader #— anonnie. !! #amab reader #baki hanma #baki the grappler #pickle baki #pickle x reader #pickle x you #pickle x y/n #pickle x male reader #mlm #mxm #yandere baki hanma pickle

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Not me thinking about Felix being a soft dom with his princely figure and deep voice lulling me to sleep before fucking me rough

Absolutely not

~~Lies im completely whipped for him~~

you know what? i don’t recall the last time i thought of lix as a dom so this should be fun

tags: @bahng-chrizz

he’d absolutely be all sweet and warm while putting you to sleep, playing with your hair and rubbing your back while kissing your forehead. but after a while, his gentle touches would turn to groping and he’d quickly roll you onto your back before stripping you of your pajama pants. he’d be careful to leave the oversized tee, though he’d shove it up to expose your chest.

it’s routine, the way he simply pushes your panties to the side to get a taste, given how often it happens. still, you never get used to waking up to a blistering orgasm that leaves you trembling as he devours you. never get used to being filled so perfectly in such a blissfully hazy state.

he knows just how much you love taking him while sleep still tugs at the edges of your consciousness so he makes sure to give it to you just the way you like, twisting and pinching your nipples to coax out sleepy whimpers as he plows into you. he whispers sweet nothings as he fucks you, telling you how pretty you look taking his cock so lazily and simply enjoying everything he sees fit to give you. he absolutely adores the way you writhe beneath him as you get closer to the edge and he tells you as much, hands smoothing up and down your sides as his thrusts become sloppy and uneven. his coaching is what pushes you to your end, pulling his orgasm out at the same time.

“that’s right, angel. cum for me…”

you know you won’t be getting much sleep after that…

#kpop smut #kpop hard hours #kpop hard thoughts #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids felix #lee felix #lee felix smut #lee felix hard thoughts #lee felix hard hours #anon ask #darling anonymous person #alura speaks #god bless anonnie #might share my service bottom!felix thoughts soon 👀

[chaneajoyyy]

hey queen i had read a trevante rhodes story/smut not to long ago were the lady was having a affair with trevante and her boyfriend was mbj but i forgot the name of it do you know it by chance ?

Hey my love! Hmmm the main one I know is Rooftop by the good sis @bakarilennox :

but reader isn't in a relationship with either one of them. But there is also DNA series by my other good sis @artsninspo that's trevante x reader x erik killmonger:

But if these two are what you're looking for please don't hesitate to hit my line again!!!

#librarian at your series #the plug #let's chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #talk trevante rhodes fanfiction #talk michael b. jordan fanfiction #fanfiction #trevavnte rhodes fanfiction #michael b. jordan fanfiction #anonny asks

[chaisshitposts]

HEY I DID IT I ACTUALLY WOKE UP IN THE VOID

I don't know if you remember me I sent you a text day before yesterday. I m the aff tape anon. Practically I only used one aff that is I will wake up in the void fully aware thats it. I did psych k for 20-25 mins only and whole day I keep reminding myself that I will wake up in the void. Last nyt I woke up and was there for 10 mins. Fuck it was so good it felt like I was keep on expanding.

Anyways I did not manifest anything I just said I enter void instantly and I manifest out of thin air instantly bcoz I want to see my manifestations come to me.. So yeah

Thank you like seriously 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂😘😘😘😘😘😘

!!!

ANON!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED, CONGRATULATIONS OML!!! No no no, thank yerself!!! I'm so happy for ya holy shit!!! Have fun livin' yer dream life!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

#— chai's asks. !! ~ #— anonnie. !! ~ #psych k #psych k success #void state #void success #void state success #void state success story

[prettieinpink]

Urgent ask, how be a baddie as a extremely under confident person

BECOMING YOUR BEST SELF WITH LOW CONFIDENCE

i have no idea what ur definition of a 'baddie' is, so this post may have not been what you've been looking for, but I tried my best

A lot of us struggle with confidence, and it can be the main factor that holds us back from growing to be our best selves. So, I’ve created a guide on improving ourselves even with low confidence.

UNDERSTAND THAT IT IS NOT UNREPLENISHABLE. Confidence is like a cup of water, tea, coffee, hot cocoa, or whatever your favourite beverage is, it can always be refilled. While you don’t have to ‘fake till you make it’, remember that you do not live with a restricted amount of confidence.

ACCEPT IT. Whatever way you have to, crying, journalling, venting, you have to accept that you are a person who struggles with low confidence. However, instead of identifying yourself as that, identify yourself as learning to self-love.

E.g. ‘I’m so insecure’ → ‘I am still learning to love myself.’ ‘Why can’t I be like them?’ -> ‘I will learn that I do not have to be someone else.’

CONSIDER NEUTRALITY. You don’t have to live on this odd scale of loving yourself or hating yourself all the time, and letting it define you. Instead of what it looks like, what it can look like, what it can do, see it as a special vessel that homes your soul.

For example, my body can digest the food that nourishes my soul, my hands can write text messages to my loved ones which reassure my soul that they know they are loved etc. Seeing it in this perspective grows a deeper meaning and appreciation for your body.

I like to see my body, traits, and life as a gift from God. Me insulting these things, is an insult to him.

INDULGE IN YOUR STRENGTHS. When we have low confidence, it becomes almost second nature to focus on our weaknesses. Instead, try to actively focus on your strengths. If you don’t know what your strengths are at the moment, just focus on things that make you happy.

It would be beneficial to add one thing that you know you’re good at on your list of what to do. Something that you’re assured you’ll like doing and the outcome.

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. Eat a well-balanced diet, make an effort to achieve good quality sleep, exercise when you can, reach out to your loved ones daily and incorporate things that make you happy.

Just these simple things can improve your quality of life by far, however, our intentions to do these things may be impacted by our low confidence, and therefore we are unmotivated to do these things.

If that is the case, take little steps in doing each thing and remind yourself that intentional self-neglect is a form of self-harm and destruction.

#anonnie #ask #pretteinpink #becoming that girl #becoming her #that girl #pink pilates princess #pink pilates girl #wonyoungism #it girl #it girl tips #it girl energy #hypergamy #hypergamyblr #self love #self care #self worth #self growth #dream girl guide #dream girl journey #dream girl tips #dream girl vibes #dream girl #green juice girl #clean girl #girly aesthetic

[kaaaaaaarf]

how are the hatefuck boys doing I miss them 🥹

Hello Anon! They are doing great. 🥹 They had a lovely lie-in this morning!! Sirius woke well rested after a night in their plush king size bed (with a frame!) that he made Remus buy with his rockstar money when they moved in together. Remus' back hurts and he slept terribly because Sirius made him sleep on the floor like a dog again.

("It's hot in here and you slick up like a dolphin when you sweat. I don't want your moist, gangly limbs in my face while I'm getting my beauty rest. Plus, you stink when you sweat. It's disgusting." "Sirius, what are you even talking about? You literally moaned when you huffed and licked my armpit while we fucked this morning." "That's how I know you stink.")

Once they were up, they made the most of the lovely, sunny day by spending the afternoon getting coffee and arguing loudly/scaring tourists in Washington Square Park.

Right now, Sirius is enjoying a Guinness at The Loup before heading over to Berlin Under A, where Remus is playing a gig tonight. He is going to partake in his favourite activity—heckling Remus while he's on stage—and then fuck him in the alley after the show while wearing merch for the opener. He'll coo at him the whole time and tell him not to worry, his band is getting so much better!!

("It's so cute when you sing off key. Stick with it, and keep practicing, baby. One day you'll make it." "I—fucking hell, right there—I literally just got back from a sold out international tour." "Yeah, and maybe one day you'll headline!")

So, you know. A usual day.

#fic: hatefuck #i miss them too anon #i'll finish hf5 when the muse shows her face again #wolfstar #ask me #hey anonny nonny

[teyamsatan]

Neteyam's favorite sex positions and how he'll go with his mate when heated moments ?

i've been on a neteyam dryspell recently, but @cinetrix and @draiochtwrites are slowly pulling me back to the side of righteousness with their amazing gifs/pictures/art so i'm happy to be writing for him again. also i know i said i wouldn't write cause of i'm sick af, but i can't help myself.

na'vi compendium: yawne - love, muntxate - mate

wc: 350 words

smut under the cut, minors dni. 🔞

Neteyam's favourite position will always be missionary. That man is a pleasure dom for sure, as much is cannon in my head. He always takes his time getting you ready, making sure you're nice and stretched before he fucks you. He can't help the little smirk that tries him when you squirm beneath his touch as he runs his fingers up your thighs, from your ankles to your hips, before spreading you nice and wide, so he can revel in the way your slick is running down your ass and onto the fabric of the mat.

"All this for me, ma muntxate? You look so good, so good. Can't wait to taste you, my love."

You're at least 2 orgasms in before he even considers himself and his own needs, your slick covering his chin and mouth, and the groans of pleasure he lets out as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, making sure not a single drop of you goes to waste, build up the pressure in your core once more.

"P-please, 'Teyam. I need you in me."

He loves nothing more than to watch you, every twitch and spasm on your face as he enters you slowly, loves nothing more than to see you react to him, the little moans and cries you can't help exhale once he bottoms out in you, the way your head pushes back and back arches, the way you grip the edges of the mat to ground you as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

"Yawne, I need you to look at me. I want to see you, want you to show me how good I make you feel."

He loves being able to kiss you, your lips, your neck, your jaw as his thrusts become more erratic and uncoordinated, as he gets close to his own release, as your legs wrap around his back, pulling him deeper in you. He loves being able to look into your eyes as you both come together, as he can feel you squeezing him and milking his cock dry.

"Always so good for me, yawne."

#slowly getting through my requests #✎ andra's requests #my asks 💕 #𖨆♡𖨆 andra's anonnies #༊*·˚ andra's works #neteyam #neteyam x reader #neteyam fanfic #neteyam reader #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar twow #avatar fanfic #neteyam x avatar!reader #neteyam sully fanfiction #neteyam angst #awow #awow neteyam #neteyam smut #neteyam x y/n #avatar way of water #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam x you #neteyam fluff #neteyam x omaticaya!reader