#doubtably

[mqoisgotnan]

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#doubtably #stubborn-chaste #sycomore #gomerel #uncaged #teemingly #sequestrator #ergatogynous #metroscirrhus #canette #ggstrive #chthonophagy #dependabilities #unrust #monodactyle #slothfuls #vermiculosity #Europeo-siberian #progressives #keys

[tommy-doubterson]

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Oh god. Not the Zero-Width Space.

#doubtables #epprbcu

[shaykai]

Huzzah! Another WIP down.

#can I still make this better? yes. am I going to? doubtable. #doodle #adaar #soraan adaar #solas #soladaar #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da #dai #romantic walks through the hinterlands my beloved

[crescentmp3]

they should give me a medal for most scared guy alive i think i deserve it

#im sorry. school opens tomorrow. i have a gift box with many gifts prepared for my Friend. i am scared #1) what if she does not like it (impossible( #2) what if i mess it up (hard) #3) what if i forgot something really important despite having made an entire checklist that i completely finished (doubtable) #4) what if i walk into school and Everyone pulls out a Gun and Shoots Me (disputable) #5) i am like if a cat was a prey animal i was not made for this (<-human) #🌙rambling

[housefreak]

oh THATS why everythigns showing/doing lsoh i forgor abt the total eclipse of the sun worlds fakest fan

#maybe ill work on dont feed the plants later <- doubtable i think

[bbqhooligan]

you gotta have the self respect to leave unfair relationships and get as much as you give from someone VS you are a futureless queer whose family will disown as soon as youre out and on top of that destined for a lonely existence

#mypost #at least i will always be too proud to ever make myself too vulnerable! PHEW! CLOSE CALL RIGHT THERE! #im too alone vs I WILL NEVER BE CAUGHT GIVING MORE THAN I GET IN ANY RELATIONSHIP! BET! #im gonna sound sooo annoying but. #hurr durr most people you meet dont know how to love and dont know themselves #is it pessimism stoicism or solitism or highly enlightened ans compassionatr view on the human animal. ill let you judge #people just arent very good at not being selfish and trying with admirable effort to right by those they are close to. #me included. for all my talk of lovr and care. im deeply flawed an isolation master detached disassociated blob #but like. i just need like mjnded people aroujd me. i need a lot of friends #do i deserve said friendship? doubtable #sigh #there will be love. thats a constant. even worst people have families and wives and husbands #there will be love #believe it.

[coveredinredpaint]

I MADE THE BONEY BOY, THE SKELLY HOODIE. I SPENT WEEKS ON THIS BUT HE IS DONE!!!!

design of the zip up hoodie is by @dyemelikeasunset , its fully designed after a drawing of theirs, go check them out!

creation process, described and with pictures under the cut

okay so this was a bit of a chaotic project

i had this old eat the rich zip up hoodie laying around which was one of my first diy's but because i was inexperienced and bleach tends to bleed it was illegable. i found a very cool skeleton hoodie design on pinterest and decided to just go for it cause i never wore the hoodie anyway.

so i freehanded the stencils,

strengthend the weak part with tape, cut em out and started painting! this took eons the paint dried very slowly i think cause the moisture of the paint had trouble evaporating from the thick plastic fabric of the hoodie.

ehh yea thats it, not much to say about this, i used acrylic paint so wether it holds up when washing is ehhh doubtable. it was a nice challenge either way.

currently working on some pants again and losing the feeling in my fingers cause its sturdy fabric and very hard to handsew but i dont wanna risk damaging my sewing machine (bernina my beloved) so tune in next time when i cannot feel my fingers anymore. exciting!

again check out and support the artist @dyemelikeasunset !! theyre very cool and were very kind when i messaged them and their art is gorgeous.

#punk diy #diy fashion #diy punk #punk clothes #punk style #skeleton #halloween #my stuff

[alpaca-clouds]

What "Communism never works" misses

Okay, let me keep up the topic for the week and let me talk about one thing that will undoubtedly be thrown at anyone, who says something along the lines of: "Welp, the system is failing us. Maybe we should try communism." And that is: "Communism never works. It has never worked before!"

As someone, who had that argument thrown at them so many times before, I already know that for the most part it is useless to talk to someone who comes up with that argument. Because, well... here is the thing. The argument basically is a result of what amounts to brainwashing. The person will usually not know what communism is or how and why it has failed before. They will not know anything about communist parties or countries. And they usually do not want to know.

Usually they do not know, that communism was never tried before. Yes, several countries have tried to establish communism, but never got further than socialism. Nor do they know exactly, what the difference between all those different communist ideas are. And of course they do not know anything about the history of the USA (and other western countries) doing their best to suppress communism by any means necessary.

Which is the first thing that everyone, who uses the argument, misses. Basically...

If communism can never work, why does the USA try everything to stop anyone trying to establish it?

If it cannot work and will never work, they would not need to worry about it. It will just develop and then fail. Easy. No need to stage a coup d'etat against a democratically elected government. No need to snuggle up to fascist dictators. Just let the thing run its course and then maybe send some help, once communism has self-destroyed. Something that they say is inevitable.

But obviously they don't. So: Why?

It cannot be about saving some sort of democracy, because otherwise they would not help undemocratic forces to take over the country and allow them to hold it.

But there is another thing that the argument misses. And even bigger thing. Another question:

But does capitalism work?

Which is the thing that kinda gets left out of the discussion. Because even if we assume that communism could not work (doubtable)... There is the fact that capitalism does not work. Otherwise fascism would not again and again be established from capitalism. Otherwise capitalism would not have destroyed the planet. Otherwise capitalism would not kill millions of people per year.

See, people will always go big about the entire "Black book of communism" thing and eat it up, even though the book has so many issues in what it counts as "death from communism" - and that is even without going in the entire "communism was never established" thing. But even if we took the numbers at face-value... According to the book, communism has killed 100 million people.

Well, guess what. That is about the same number of people that capitalism kills in a decade. And while the black book of communism counts all those people killed by politics not necessarily linked to communism... Those 10 million dying of capitalism each year die of capitalism. They die because they have not money for medicine, they need to survive. They die, because they starve, while so much food is thrown away. They die of exposure to the elements, because they cannot afford a home. They die from the fallout of climate change.

So, yeah. First of all: Let's try out communism, before we argue that it cannot work.

But also: Realize, that capitalism does not work. Because it doesn't.

#capitalism #anti capitalism #communism #socialism #politics #anti colonialism #solarpunk #anarchy #anarchism

[shiftythrifting]

RGB throne (yes, the lights move and change colors), a crossbow with doubtable functionality, and kurwa bober decorative plate, all from vintage store in Ģimenes centrs, Daugavpils

#thrifting #shiftythrifting #submission #furniture #beavers #decorative plates #bugs #crossbow #gamer chair

[jaehyunsbreadbasket]

Kinktober '22 Day 25: Bucky Barnes

Prompt: Mirror Sex

Word Count: 601

Synopsis: Bucky's gonna finger you, and you're gonna watch.

Consists of: Dom!Bucky, AFAB Sub!Reader, Mirror sex, Fingering, Dumbification, Breast play, Mention of Buck's mental hand rusting, Brief temperature play, Implied oral (reader receiving) at the end

"Look at you, Baby," Bucky lifts your chin up, "So fucking gorgeous. And look at that little pussy, all pink and puffy. I can barely move my fingers, Darling, you're so fucking tight."

"B-Buck-" You start, even though you're so spent it's doubtable you could even make a full sentence in the first place.

"Shh, Sweetheart. It's okay, you don't have to say anything, just watch. I bet it'd take forever if we waited for you to rack up words in that dumb little head of yours, anyway, Honey. So fucking stupid for me," Bucky moves his warm hand up your body, finding your breasts and giving your nipples little pinches. His cool one was still slamming in and out of you, so wet that it might just rust.

It feels so good, two contrasting temperatures on your body all at once; it's a sensation no one but Bucky could give you. Watching him watching you in your reflection is just the cherry on top. He's so out of breath, so desperate looking, as if he was the one with fingers inside of him. I doubt anyone derives as much pleasure from pleasing others as he does. Bucky notices you watching and gives you a little wink before curling his fingers inside of you. You're head lolls back against his chest as your back arches, Bucky lets out a deep chuckle at the sight.

He continues curling, "You're close, aren't you Doll? Cum for me Baby...please," He pauses before adding the "please" as if he had forgot his manners, as if there was proper etiquette for asking for an orgasm, "Come on, Honey, do it. Do it for me."

He uses his metal thumb to rub harsh circles on your clit, and suddenly you're more aware of the wet sounds your cunt is producing. It's so dirty, so fucking nasty, and just what you need to fall over the edge.

"Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!" You grip onto his arm for dear life as you begin to shake.

"Keep your eyes open," Bucky roughly grabs your chin with his flesh hand, "Look at yourself. Watch as you fall apart on my hand," You struggle to stay in the moment as you spasm around, Bucky not letting you tear our eyes away for a single second. Bucky places bites on your neck as he speeds up his hand, and before you know it, you're cumming. Covering his metal with your cream, cream that he'll undoubtedly make you taste afterwards, either from his hand or from his tongue.

"Good job! So good for me, so pretty," Bucky immediately praises you, while his mouth continues to rest on your neck. He kisses it gently now in an attempt to soothe you.

"So messy," You mumble as you see in the mirror how sticky the situation is.

"Yeah, Baby," Bucky speaks inside his laugh, "That pussy made such a mess. But don't you worry about it okay? I'm gonna clean it all up, I promise," Bucky pulls his fingers out of you and sucks them clean, humming in satisfaction as he does so. He then grabs your body, lifting you like you’re weightless, like you really are nothing but a little ragdoll, and sits you up higher on the bed, finding a resting place for himself in-between your legs. Bucky smells your cunt, "I want you to watch your face okay," he points back at the mirror as if you'd have no idea what he was referring too otherwise, "See how good I am at cleaning up your messes," your pussy throbs and Bucky dives in.

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Prompt from: @kinktober2022

My Kinktober 2022 Masterlist 🎃

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel kinktober #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #mcu smut #mcu kinktober #bucky barnes kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2022 #marvel kinktober 2022 #mcu kinktober 2022

[tommy-doubterson]

hey. What the hell.

Just for that, here's a few more.

Small is bigger than big. Tall is shorter than short. You get "on" a horse but "in" a car. "No yeah" is yes, "yeah yeah" is no, "yeah no" is no, and "no no" is yes. There is no plural for the word "you". "Queue" is 80% silent letters. You say "unbelievable" but "intolerable".

Don't fucking test me.

The English language is a mess. Here's a list of some more oddities I just looked up.

“Rhythms” is the longest English word without the normal vowels, a, e, i, o, or u.

Excluding derivatives, there are only two words in English that end -shion and (though many words end in this sound). These are cushion and fashion.

“THEREIN” is a seven-letter word that contains thirteen words spelled using consecutive letters: the, he, her, er, here, I, there, ere, rein, re, in, therein, and herein.

There is only one common word in English that has five vowels in a row: queueing.

Soupspoons is the longest word that consists entirely of letters from the second half of alphabet.

“Almost” is the longest commonly used word in the English language with all the letters in alphabetical order.

The longest uncommon word whose letters are in alphabetical order is the eight-letter Aegilops (a grass genus).

The longest common single-word palindromes are deified, racecar, repaper, reviver, and rotator.

“One thousand” contains the letter A, but none of the words from one to nine hundred ninety-nine has an A.

“The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick” is said to be the toughest tongue twister in English.

Cwm (pronounced “koom”, defined as a steep-walled hollow on a hillside) is a rare case of a word used in English in which w is the nucleus vowel, as is crwth (pronounced “krooth”, a type of stringed instrument). Despite their origins in Welsh, they are accepted English words.

“Asthma” and “isthmi” are the only six-letter words that begin and end with a vowel and have no other vowels between.

The nine-word sequence I, in, sin, sing, sting, string, staring, starting (or starling), startling can be formed by successively adding one letter to the previous word.

“Underground” and “underfund” are the only words in the English language that begin and end with the letters “und.”

“Stewardesses” is the longest word that can be typed with only the left hand.

Antidisestablishmentarianism listed in the Oxford English Dictionary, was considered the longest English word for quite a long time, but today the medical term pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis is usually considered to have the title, despite the fact that it was coined to provide an answer to the question ‘What is the longest English word?’.

“Dreamt” is the only English word that ends in the letters “mt”.

There are many words that feature all five regular vowels in alphabetical order, the commonest being abstemious, adventitious, facetious.

The superlatively long word honorificabilitudinitatibus (27 letters) alternates consonants and vowels.

“Fickleheaded” and “fiddledeedee” are the longest words consisting only of letters in the first half of the alphabet.

The two longest words with only one of the six vowels including y are the 15-letter defenselessness and respectlessness.

“Forty” is the only number which has its letters in alphabetical order. “One” is the only number with its letters in reverse alphabetical order.

Bookkeeper is the only word that has three consecutive doubled letters.

Despite the assertions of a well-known puzzle, modern English does not have three common words ending in -gry. Angry and hungry are the only ones.

“Ough” can be pronounced in eight different ways. The following sentence contains them all: “A rough-coated, dough-faced ploughman strode through the streets of Scarborough, coughing and hiccoughing thoughtfully.

Source

I hope you like being outsmarted, English Oddities Anon.

#epprbcu #doubtables

[writingchalamet]

Ross had me going feral at my show so here’s an after show sex with Ross 💀😛 pretty much porn with a plot sorry not sorry.

Warnings: oral ( m receiving) semi rough sex p in v, no contraception because these people are horny

You could tell he was rilled up from the way he kept staring off into the distance, and the harsh plucking of the bass strings. Before he had gone on stage he knew he was done for, seeing you in your tiny black mini skirt and an oversized button down of his, left him feeling nothing more but primal. Seeing the full length of your legs shine under the light with every step you took towards him, and how you scented his shirt with your fragrance drove him crazy. He couldn’t wait to finish the tour to spend months plowing you into your mattress.

Now you stood at the side of the stage jumping around with Gabbriette, skirt inching up every time you bounced, steering Ross’s attention away from what should be an easy task for him. He could feel himself growing more frustrated as the night progressed, watching you have so much fun and look so good, he wanted nothing more than to pull you out onto the stage and show you off for all to see. Maybe even take you on the fucking sofa and have the camera man filming project it to the big screen for the thousands in the back to get a clear enough view. Ross had never been more relived to finish a gig in his entire life, the sprint back from B stage should have been enough to wear him down a little, but it seemed to only fuel his fire.

You were waiting, unknowing of his current state, with a huge smile on your face, already hugging and congratulating Polly on a great show, when he appeared. His brooding figure drew closer, pulling away from Polly, you skipped towards him leaping into his arms, laying your head onto his chest. His own arms encase your waist pulling you in tight. "You were amazing babe, as always" You beam up at him, standing on your tippy toes, to reach his lips, softly pushing against his own. "And you were a complete distraction missy, jumping around in that tiny skirt, I could hardly concentrate" Ross whispered as he bushed his lips against your own, your nose twitched shaking your head side to side slowly. One of his hands dragged down your body making its home on your bum, giving it a gentle squeeze, his lips move to brush along the shell of your ear speaking in hushed tones “I want you back in my dressing room for me, on your knees like a good girl” he felt your breath gasp against his neck, your body going rigid. His hand leaving you for a split second to lay a smack on your backside once more, “go” he nods his head, cocky smirk plastered on his face as he watches you stumble away from him.

When Ross eventually finds his way to the dressing room, albeit 15 minutes after he sent you on your way, he wanted to build up your anticipation so made sure pat each member of production giving them a ‘well done’ on his journey. Stopping to have a brief chat with George and John before finally landing at his dressing room door. When he entered the room was dimly lit. And there you were, kneeling in the middle of the room, half the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned exposing the lace of your bra and the delicate R necklace that always hung around your neck. Your skirt had ridden up sitting around the very top of your thighs no doubtably where you had been shuffling around in discomfort. He stood in the doorway just admiring you for a moment before stalking towards you, when he reached you he noticed how you instinctively straightened your back, rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. One of his hands gently caressed the side of your face, scratching backwards through your hair, pulling it away from your face, you gasp at the harshness of the tug, looking up at the man you knew you would give everything to. “Beautiful” his words are barely audible but you hear them nonetheless.

The hand tangled in your hair slowly but harshly balls the hair and draws your neck backwards as far as it goes, his other hand warps protectively around your neck, thumb stroking along your jaw as you look up at him with hazy eyes. He leans down brushing his lips across your own in a teasing manner, never fully pressing a kiss upon them. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours, I want you to be a good girl and take it” you can’t help but nod instantly, the thought of having his cock inside you has your mouth watering. “Now open up” almost like a second nature your mouth opens at his command, you hear the swill of spit he’s conjuring inside his mouth as you lay your tongue out flat in front of him. Ross leans down close to you and spits on your tongue, lubricating it for you, before returning to his full height. He doesn’t play around any longer as he unbuckles his belt, and unbuttons his trousers, it’s now you notice the bulge laying straight in front of your face. You gently place your hands over his, placing a kiss above the button of his trousers before letting them fall down his legs, you snap the band of his boxers looking up at him giving him a wink just to be cheeky, palming him through the soft fabric, you can feel the predicament he’s been in, he’s throbbing in your hand, you give him a few squeezes before releasing him from his cotton confinements. As soon as he’s free, one hand wraps around himself and the other finds its way to the base of your neck. He pumps himself a few times biting on his bottom lip, making unwavering eye contact with you, he can’t help but love the way you lick your lips as you watch him throb in front of your face, he would never find anyone half as perfect as you, that much he was sure of. He lines up his member at your mouth sighing as he watches you swallow him inch by inch like a pro. “Fuck y/n” he pulls back slowly, allowing you a second to take a breath before shoving himself back in, more forcefully this time, enjoying the little squeak your throat let out muffled by his dick.

Your hands made their home on his hips, steadying yourself, you bobbed your head trying to keep up with his ever growing pace, fingernails piercing the flesh of his hipbones when his thrusts become more vigorous. One of Ross’s hands stroke along your face a jaw, a sign for you that you were doing a good job, although he was picking up pace, you could tell he was holding back, the sight of concentration on his face, brow lowered and eyes screwed shut, you wanted him to reach his full potential, you always loved it when he completely let go. Pulling back away from him with a pop, his eyes snap open, both hands caressing your cheeks afraid he’s done something to hurt you. “What’s the matter baby, are you okay?” Ross rambled words falling over each other. “I’m fine, more than okay, I want you to use me Ross, just let go” you pressed kisses along pubic bone stopping to look up at him before taking him back into your mouth again, “Christ I love you” he mumbles, head facing the ceiling, his fingers tangle in your hair again as he sets a new bruising pace.

Anyone walking past the room would be sure to know what was going on with how loud Ross was moaning and wet sloshing sounds coming from your mouth. You tried your best to breathe through your nose as he plowed into your throat making sure to bruise your oesophagus, your eyes streaming as you looked up at him with admiration. The ache in your throat being numbed out by the sounds coming from Ross, you loved it when he was vocal, it lit a certain fire within you, something you just couldn’t hold off any longer, your own hand slipped from his hip down the front of your body and under your skirt, only able to relieve the pressure for a mere moment before Ross caught wind of what you were doing. You felt the sting of his hand clapping against your cheek, before he pulled ripped himself out of your mouth, pulling you to your feet. You stumble from being on your knees for so long, Ross’s arms secure themselves around your waist and hoist you up off the ground, walking backwards until you are perched on his dressing table. He stands back a few steps, admiring the way your legs stay spread and the way your underwear were soaked through. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” His voice rough, demanding. You shook your head slowly, his fingers reaching to lift your head so you met his eyeline. “Words” leaving his touch there. “No sir” your voice was hoarse and sore to use, a true testament to his power. He steps forwards once more, standing between your legs spreading them further. Your head lulls back resting on the mirror as his lips brush the base of your neck, littering the skin with light kisses. Small gasps escape your lips as his fingers drift their way across your torso, finishing your work of unbuttoning the shirt adorning you, pads of his fingers trailing down your stomach, slipping over the fabric of your skirt, bunching it up further until it sat around your waist like a belt.

His hands land on the back of your thighs, pulling you in until you’re flush with his own chest. “Now tell me, what happens to girls who break my rules” his words were hot in your ear as he continued peppering kisses along your neck and chest, fingers tickling your skin, riling you up even more. “They get punished” he nods, hand moving from your thigh, hovering over the place you needed him the most. “That’s right angel, now tell me, if I fuck you’re pretty little brains out, because I don’t think I can hold out much longer, are you gonna do everything I say?” You practically mewl at his words, leaning into his touch. The rough pad of his thumb draws circles on your clit, finally touching you. His fingers dip into the side of your underwear, pulling them away from your centre, he watches the sex glitter under the light for a moment before a dipping two fingers inside, enjoying the warm and welcoming feeling of you drawing him closer. Your eyes meet and you can feel the intensity in Ross’s eyes, his pupils blown out, looking all over your face. Your lips meet in a feverish kiss, tongue practically prying your mouth open feeling every crevice, and receiving all your gasps and pleas as his fingers continue to penetrate their way inside you. “Ross I need you now” you pant into his mouth. He hums in return, reaching for his cock, fisting it a few times before running it through your folds letting the tip become slick with your wetness. A groan passes his lips as he pushes himself in inch by inch until he’s fully seated in your warmth. You moan leaning your head back against the mirror once more, relaxing into him. Ross gives you a moment, pulling out fully before pounding back in. He sets a ruthless pace, hands coming to hold the backs of your knees spreading your legs wider for him to fuck into you deeper. Your hands clasp around his shoulders coaxing him closer to you, planting your lips on his, the combined sensation of his lips on yours and him pounding deep inside you has you dizzy, you clench around him, walls fluttering at his incessant pace, Ross’s lips leave yours to plant kisses along your neckline, teeth nipping at the skin, he licked the sweat as it formed along your neck and chest.

His pace increasing hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, one thing about Ross was that he never tires, his hips smack into your own chasing the high he was so close to mere moments ago. He looks down peering to where the two of you were connected, enjoying the view of your wet hole enticing him inside, his brow furrows in concentration, thrusting upwards sharply making sure to hit the sweet spongy spot that makes your head spin continuously, “come on sweetheart, I need you to be a good girl for me right now” your legs wrap around his middle, entrapping him with your entire being, you moan his name for all to hear when his calloused finger starts caressing your clit once more, begging for your release. You move your hips in tandem with his own, the melodic sound of your moans and skin slapping filling the room. He perfected his movements on the small bud eliciting a squeak from your mouth, feeling the build up of your high, you kissed along his chest and pulled the hairs at the nape of his neck while he pounded away at you, feeling your walls constricting around his length, your breathe grew tight as he fucked into you at a ruthless pace, your entire body feeling like it had been set alight, “that’s right sweet girl, cum for me” he kissed under your ear as he spoke the words. Hand wrapping around your throat cutting off your supply to oxygen making the feeling even more euphoric. As the band snapped his thrusts grow more sloppy, eventually going rigid, releasing his load all over your walls, feeling warm and full.

He stayed still inside you smile plastering his face, as you giggle, clinging to him some more, you trace his back with your fingers feeling the shirt stick to his sweaty skin. “Fuck I love you so much” he smiles leaning in for another kiss, more sensual this time, taking his time to kiss both your top and bottom lip. “I love you too Ross” you hum back relishing in the feeling of his soft touches, one of his hands places a light smack on your thigh as he pulls out slowly, “right missy let’s get you cleaned up”

#fanfiction #adam hann #ross macdonald smut #fanfic #ross x f reader #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald imagines #ross macdonald fanfiction #Ross smut #matty healy #the 1975 imagine #ross macdonald #george daniel

[mintymarabell]

I love all your works and I'm curious, if you are taking requests of course, but how would elder yautja react to his s/o having a cat that brings him dead animals and when he learns it's because the cat thinks he can't hunt or thinks he is elder is their child or one of those shenanigans? I can just picture pure hilarious chaos 🤣

Your cat bring your elder yautja dead animals.

He will most likely be caring for your cat while your out or just doing something. He’ll get worried when the cat disappears for a few days, pacing around the house looking for it while his servants run around outside helping.

He will almost have a mental breakdown at the thought of losing your cat, sleeping on the couch and being ignored being one of his greatest fears at the moment.

There is no word for how relieved he was when the cat strolled in.

He’ll also be very confused when your feline friend brings him a dead bird, he’ll pick it up with two fingers to examine it. “Thank you cat.” Is all he says as he walks off to clean it up so he can put it on a shelf or something.

A close eye will be kept on the cat, not wanting him to run off again though it will end up doing so anyway.

One day when his son was visiting, talking about you and your human things the cat will stroll in and put a dead alien like rat on your mates lap.

His son will laugh as the elder takes the rat with a thank you. When your mate asks why he was laughing the son will explain that the cat thinks he can not provide/hint for himself.

This starts a war. Your mate will go off and hunt things that are the size of the cat or even bigger.

You will no doubtably come home to your mate comparing the things he’s killed to the cats little collection of dead things.

#yautja #yautja x reader #elder yautja #monster #monster boyfriend #so cute #yautja boyfriend #old man yautja #yautja stuff #yautja yes

[scoutswritingcorner]

Rose Colored Boy

Angel Dust x Male Reader

A/N: Part two of ‘Harder Than It Looks’! Once again I’m going to reiterate that I am not a medical professional or psychiatrist. If you need help with addiction please reach out.

TW: Alcoholism, killing, being pressured, toxic friendships.Talks about Valentino.

The night had passed in a whirlwind of nausea causing you to wake up every two hours to vomit up even more of whatever was left in your stomach as your loving and caring boyfriend, Angel Dust, rubbed your back and wiped the bile, saliva and tears from your face with a nice warm cloth. You didn’t get much sleep that night, opting to stay awake to take care of yourself to allow your boyfriend to get some sort of rest. He didn’t go back to sleep either. Opting to hold your trembling body close to his as you tried to ignore the betrayal from your life long friends…you don’t think they were your friends anymore.

The morning was much the same as it was any other day but this time, you were scared to look at Charlie and Vaggie in the face. They would surely berate you. Tell you that you didn’t deserve to be redeemed, of course you didn’t. You were so stupid to ever think someone so broken and jaded like you could be redeemed. But the yelling and berating never came to fruition, only soft hugs and whispers that it would be okay entered your ears. “Redemption is a hard road to go down..everyone trips once in a while. None of what happened is your fault, okay? Vaggie and I are so proud of you.” Charlie whispered out her voice cracking as she no doubtably was trying to carry your burden on her shoulders as another sob wracked through your already trembling body, hiding your face into her shoulder as your arms wrapped around her. She reminded you so much of your older sister, arms always open to help in any way she could. 

Now, here you were sitting at the bar as you stared at the glass of water in front of you. Every thought of yours screaming at you to jump over the counter and drink till you pass out again. You wanted to feel the buzz of the poison you came to know and hate. The liquid that numbs your taste buds and senses, makes you feel like the world couldn’t stop you. A gloved hand grasping yours knocked you out of your thoughts causing you to look up towards Angel, he truly was your angel and you were his. All those nights you promised to beat the fuck out of Valentino fresh in your mind. You stared at him before a smile graced your lips, “Drink some water, Suga’. It’s gonna help you okay?” His voice was soft as he mirrored your smile. 

You nodded and turned your focus back to the glass of water, using your free hand to hold the cup. Slowly bring it up to your lips, you sipped on it. You ignored how you spilled some on your shirt as you started to unceremoniously chug the water down. A clawed hand reached over to stop you from choking on it as another wiped down the counter with a rough grumble, “Don’t choke on it, Kid.” Husk’s voice rang out as another violent tremble ripped through your body as you almost slammed the cup down but once again Husk had stopped your erratic movements. “..I hate this..” You grumbled out as Angel leaned down to gently kiss your forehead. “I know, Baby.” He replied glaring at your phone that started buzzing with text after text from your so called ‘friends’.

“Can I see your phone, Babe?” Angel asked, causing you to lift your head up from the bar. When did you put your head down? You shake your head to get your thoughts together and nodded, handing it over to him, “Oh..’Course..” You mumbled out laying your head back down, “For food?” your question surprised Angel before he smiled and used one of his hands to rub your back. “If you want some food, Suga’.” He frowned as he glanced back at your phone. Encouragements of more drinking and half assed apologies from your ‘friends’ kept spilling out but one of the messages stood out to him.

‘Nyx: Stop being a fucking bitch. You always liked drinking with us. Are we too good for you now or are you actually trying that new fucking redemption hotel?’ 

Angel’s blood boiled at that, seeing the picture of a tall lanky demon with a smirk. One that reminded him too much of Valentino’s smirk when he knew he had won whatever mind games that he was using. “..can we get take out?” you asked softly, causing him to jump back into reality. “Of course, Handsome. Anything specific?” He asked, watching as sweat rolled down the side of your face. It took a few seconds for the question to register for you but when it did you gave him a shake of your head, “Get..get Husk something too, Angie..” You slurred out causing the bartender to chuckle, “Nah I’m fine, Kid. Don’t worry about me.” He sent a glance towards Angel, who nodded and turned his own attention to his own phone, placing yours on the bar. 

He texted the only other person he truly trusted and the one who had to make sure you were good enough for his heart, Cherri. It was a quick back and forth as he used your phone to order the takeout as well to calm your mind. Filling in the missing pieces to Cherri, he kissed your cheek as you tried to stay awake for him. “I’m gonna go get the food, Handsome. Do you want me to pick up any medicine for you?” His voice soft as if not to shake you awake from your groggy state, brushing back some of your hair as another tremble forced itself through your body.

“No..don’t think so…” you whispered out your eyes feeling heavy as you tried to stay awake for Angel. Nodding, Angel placed another gentle kiss against your cheek, “Okay, get some sleep Handsome.” You nodded and let out a loud yawn finally allowing yourself to fall asleep against the cold surface of the bar. Angel sent one last look to Husk who waved his hand, “Go, I’ll watch him.” He said gruffly but Angel could see how angered Husk seemed, how his pupils constricted with his anger. Husk was another person in this hotel who had helped you with your alcoholism, nobody questioned it but everyone knew Husk cared for you more than he liked to admit, Angel is guessing that he sees himself in you.

With one final nod and placing a stray blanket over your shoulders Angel left the hotel. Meeting up with Cherri was quick but his anger was quicker to flare up. He was going to teach those ‘friends’ of yours to not fuck with you ever again. So with a baseball bat in one hand and his tommy gun in the other they both entered the bar where your ‘friends’ met up to teach them a valuable lesson. But of course he was going to make it quick, though he wished he didn’t. But his sweet Prince needed him and he was looking forward to cuddles and kisses from you.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #angel dust x you #angel dust imagine #hazbin angel dust

[marvelobsessed134]

Her good slut

Pairings: Older!Daisy Jones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), praise, being called a slut, mommy kink, age gap (not specified)

Summary: working as daisy’s assistant is a wild ride (literally)

The redhead backed you up against the wall as she furiously made out with you. Her hands roamed your body, taking in every curve, every inch.

You’re Daisy’s assistant for her tour for her new solo album. It’s been years and she’s finally ready to get back into music. And as you can tell, she’s taken quite the liking to you.

“You’re so pretty, sweetheart.” She rasped, kissing your neck no doubtably leaving marks.

Finally, she gave you room to take your tank top off. She groaned when she saw you weren’t wearing a bra. She groped your tits with both hands. “Walking around like this…for everyone to see? Don’t you remember what mommy told you?”

You nodded, “I’m sorry mommy…I was in such a rush this morning…”

“You’re mine. Y/n. All fucking mine.” She grabbed your left boob and bit and sucked on the sensitive bud of your nipple. Your hands combed through her hair as you moaned. She did the same to the other side, her other hand creeping down inside your shorts.

“Mmm…I can feel how wet you are through you panties pretty girl.” She began to rub you outside your panties, the friction making you go weak in the knees, almost falling.

Daisy chuckled, helping you up and guiding you to the bed, pushing you down on it before crawling on top of you, kissing you again.

She kissed her way down your body, stopping at the waistband of your shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling them along with your underwear off.

You instinctively spread your legs wider so she could get a good view of your dripping pussy. “Good girl. So obedient.” The singer muttered under her breath, leaning in to press kisses inside your inner thighs. The red head finally kissed your clit, harshly sucking on it, and licking up and in between your folds.

“Oh mommy!” You gasped.

“Fuck, Y/n. You taste so good. So good for me.” She moaned, entering her tongue into you, tongue fucking you.

You couldn’t contain your screams of pleasure, too busy relishing in the pleasure you were feeling.

You clenched around her tongue and came all over it, Daisy groaned at the taste.

“I want you to cum one more time on my fingers. Think you can do that for me baby?” She asked.

You nodded, “mhm.”

She inserted her two fingers into and began to pump in and out at a steady pace. You gripped onto her shoulders as she fucked you. The two of you looking into each others as as your jaw dropped every time she hit your sweet spot.

You felt they familiar knot form in your stomach. “Mommy- I’m gonna cum!” you squealed which only egged her to go faster.

“Go ahead baby, cum for me.” You came with a loud moan, not caring if anyone heard you.

“Good girl,” Daisy took her fingers out of you and put them towards your mouth, “open.”

You obeyed, sucking your juices off her fingers. “Such a good slut for me.”

#daisy jones and the six x reader #daisy jones x reader #daisy jones smut #daisy jones and the six smut #daisy jones and the six #djats #70s #70s aesthetic #bottom reader #smut #fanfic

[wooahaes]

caught in a downpour

pairing: non-idol!97z & gn!reader

genre: fluff. silly friends going on a camping trip that goes wrong.

word count: ~0.8k

warnings: food mentions. rain/storm mentions.

daisy's notes: reader w their sunshine bf & their artsy bf & their goofy bf, tbh.

“Let’s go camping,” they said. “It’ll be fun!” they said. It was fun… for about one day before you woke up to heavy rain pelting your tent.

The four of you had managed to take care of things pretty damn quickly. Divide and conquer, pack everything into the car, and leave. There’d been maybe a minute or two of debating whether to leave things and come back, but Minghao had been the one to insist that the four of you just get everything and leave. You could go camping another time together, and maybe the weather wouldn’t take an unexpected turn (unexpected for Seokmin and Mingyu: not you, or Minghao, who mused aloud that the sky looked dark yesterday evening and even darker in the distance). Thankfully, most things were put up and it was merely  the four of you taking down your tents and throwing them into the back of Mingyu’s van. By the time the four of you were in the car, you were dripping rainwater everywhere. Mingyu had voiced a complaint (his car! His seats!), but he would merely have to deal with it. You were soaked to the bone, Seokmin was shivering and turning the heat up, and Minghao looked like a drowned rat at this point. Seokmin had at least wrapped towels over the two of you: despite him shivering, you and Minghao had the worst of it, your fingers slightly numb.

“My parents,” Seokmin said at one point, “Mingyu—”

Mingyu had already started the car. He knew the way, and it wouldn’t be too long to get the four of you there. You almost wanted to whine more, if it weren’t for how cold and wet you were. Minghao had merely tugged his towels closer, mumbling something about how he knew it was going to rain. He saw the sky. You did, too. The two of you should have just stolen the keys and gone back to the car. Maybe you would next time. 

By the time the four of you made it to Seokmin’s house, you felt like you would have frozen had it not been for Seokmin turning the heat as high as it would go. All Mingyu would need is a change of clothes because, by some stroke of luck, he’d escaped most of the rain in his dash to the car. 

Mingyu had joined Seokmin’s parents in the kitchen, already prepared to help them make something hot for all of you to eat. Seokmin had dried off enough and pushed you and Minghao to the two bathrooms. He’d stayed behind long enough to run you through what he knew—not to go full on the hot water and to try and make that gradual, as to not potentially fuck with your system. Something about shock. You’d acknowledged all of it and forced yourself to listen to his advice (lest you wanted Seokmin to stay there with you—you didn’t care if he saw you naked at this point, you just wanted to warm back up). 

Eventually, you felt better. Less cold. You had feeling in your fingers again, and you’d stayed a few extra minutes to just enjoy the warm water. Seokmin had been nice enough to get a dry change of clothes for you, too—no doubtably doing the same for Minghao. When you finally left, you’d found Seokmin looking at pictures hung up on the wall. He looked up, smiling at you before turning back.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was thinking…”

You came over to his side, looking up at the picture of Seokmin as a kid. “Cute,” you hummed. 

“I was,” he nodded. “Is that weird to say?”

You shrugged. “Is Mingyu still cooking?”

He nodded. “My parents ran to the store to pick up more eggs. Minghao’s downstairs with him.” He offered his hand to you. “Are you ready to join them?”

You placed your hand in his, following Seokmin back downstairs. Mingyu looked up from his place in the kitchen, smiling at you before turning back to his work. You settled into the chair next to Minghao, who had been given a mug of tea. A moment later, Mingyu pushed one over to you, saying something about how Seokmin’s parents insisted on it. Something about herbal tea being good for you—which, to be fair, it probably was—and insisting on it after the four of you were caught in the rain. 

The rain tapped against the window as it fell, the four of you coming together to enjoy your tea. Even though the camping part of your trip had been ruined, at least the four of you could enjoy some time together before you had to head home with a filling breakfast and a hot cup of tea.

taglist: @twancingyunhao @wonuziex @staranghae @synthetickitsune @weird-bookworm

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