#homework sucks y'all

[lillazyboithings]

Introduction to the artist

I am @lillazyboithings, or you may call me noodle, or any silly nickname that’s not mean

I am an artist for both traditional and digital mediums

I primarily use She/They pronouns but any pronouns are okay with me

If you have any art requests for me, feel free to send me an ask!

I primarily post Hatchetfield and occasional RTC art here but if you do see art from any other fandom then that was just me having a new hyperfixation to juggle with the others

More information below:

I only have Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest as platforms i also post art in (rarely) so if you are planning to repost my art on other platforms (i.e. Instagram, Reddit, Pinterest too, etc.) please ASK for my permission and credit me if you do plan on using them.

I am not particularly interested in conflict so i will mostly avoid it

Stuff i am interested in so far:

Ride the cyclone

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared

Analog horror

Asian horror

Over The Garden Wall

Hatchetfield series

My Hobbies include:

Drawing

Reading (sometimes)

Gaming (only 2 rpg games so far and the rest are stuff to cure my boredom)

Writing (before anyone asks, i only write the stuff that comes to my head, i am not an actual writer, these are only for AUs i have-)

singing

Some extra information:

I am also a STEM student so if I disappear too long or act like i’m barely keeping it together, don’t worry about it, it’s just because of school work and activities related to them

Time zones are sometimes an issue for me since i am not American (specifically Filipino) so most of the time I am ahead of most people i know, timezone is GMT+8

I have a discord account but I am only found in like, 1 rtc related server and 2 public starkid servers (Because I literally don't know how to find more), so if you eventually find where I am in other places, uhhh, surprise-

I love listening to music but I mostly listen to rock or anything that vibes with me so if you have any song recommendations i might listen to them

I already made an Ao3 account just to read shit over there and comment

My brain now switches between Gary Goldstein, Nischa, Lautski, Michie, Paulkins, and Perfectdolls.

I swear a bunch but i try to limit it

You’re free to also send me random asks that are not requests, I’m gonna answer them

If you send me an ask game/tag me on a tag game, if I don’t answer that doesn’t mean i hate you, it just means I literally have no idea what to do/got really busy

I don’t know how to do a DNI but basically don’t be an asshole or a porn bot

I will occasionally post art of AUs that belong to mutuals of mine 

Possible general tags I may use:

Art tag: my art (i am uncreative, sue me)

Asks tag: noodleanswers

Text posts: noodles brain oodles

Reblog tag: none

Mutuals tag: moot time/moot appreciation

This is basically it, I guess? Will add more information if necessary, thank you for reading!

#noodle's introduction #introduction #blog intro #I literally only did this just to seem more organized #Im supposed to do a reading assignment but nooooo i decided to do this instead #procrastination is indeed a strong thing #gosh im gonna be so fucked when tuesday comes around- #this is why I regret being in STEM sometimes- #homework sucks y'all #dont follow my procrastinating ass by being lazy on your assignments y'all!

[transfennecbuddy]

So apparently I'm on an Azari binge? Cause I just found Shadow Shadow by Azari?? I mean, it's freaking good and I'm not mad, but I'm sensing the beginnings of a trend, lol.

Anyways! I just have to say! This song starts off good! Like, it's slow-ish at first (can't really say slow since it's still kinda poppy and I'm still grooving) but then it just commits to a real boppy beat and that made me love it already!! I love songs with a nice quick beat and this doesn't disappoint!! And I love the music in this song! Something about the underlying notes just makes it even better. It's like—and I apologize in advance but this is the only way I can think to describe it—it's like the first note is nothing much on its own, but then the second adds something similar to the futility in Reincarnation Apple (by PinnocchioP) but less sad, like you're being chased and your pursuer knows you can't escape and is gloating about it. And it's so raw, so nakedly triumphant and scornful and derisive that it feels visceral. And the third note carries some of that same energy but just less heightened, and the fourth both brings the series back to the original note and is mocking again, like "Of course you can't escape, you dumb dumb" but smug and from the pursuer's point of view. (I... may have listened to this song too much, lol. Also, with this context, the clapping at the beginning sounds like an audience watching your demise, as emotionally detached from you and what's actually happening as someone watching TV!) It all is SO GOOD, I love it so much and that little series of notes going down then coming back up slowly has so much in it that I keep replaying this song to soak in all those emotions and in that moment. Like you can try to encapsulate just how it makes you feel but you can't quite express those feelings and they never quite fully soak in so you keep replaying the song to try to fully experience the music, but again it feels a little like some of it is sliding off like water on a duck's feathers and repeat cycle. This is the kind of music I get stuck in my head for days, that I literally bop to until I have to listen to it outside of my head! This is the music that feels like getting close to pure bliss!! MM!

BUT THEN. THIS SONG GETS BETTER! It switches to a slower, more defined bop, and GOSH it's BEAUTIFUL. Like, it feels like a heartbeat, literally just beating in my chest, taking over my whole train of thought, and dictating the mood and speed in which I exist. But sometimes it swirls into a smooth curl of a thing (like instead of sharply there bass beats, it's the lyrics swirling around the straight line that the beats lay out), WHICH ADDS. SO MUCH SWAG. And it's so swaggy, it's so self-assured and smug, that I cannot help but dance! And this is something that you can't do a choreographed dance to (not literally, but like when you first hear it, you're too filled with emotions to try and do a choreographed dance) so every movement is just an expression of the pure joy this song brings. And again, you try to define the beats and the emotion you feel with your movements, but you can't translate all of it. (This is another good part of the song. c:) This song is so good that it takes over a part of my soul!!

BUT THEN the song gets FASTER ohmygosh. And there's no lyrics or anything to define, so you can just extremely bop your head and get out all of the undefined emotion the rest of the song caused. (Like, I bopped my head so hard that my glasses fell off. Multiple times. Eventually I just left them there and picked them up after.) And then the lyrics come back!! And the note progression!! And it all feels so chaotic and full and quick like you're running for your life!!! I love!!!

And then, finally, the song must end. All of the extra instrumental leaves and the applause comes back and it's just the lyrics and a bit of the beat. And then it all falls off entirely and vanishes, leaving me disappointed and switching the loop feature on to hear it again.

(ALSO! When I first heard this song in full, I listened to the automatically created YouTube topic video thing, where an artist is a topic and any song made and/or sang solely by them is added to that extra channel. You know the thing, right? Hopefully, cause I don't have a better explanation. Anyways, so I listened to the actual video for this tho and the art?? Is so good??? I love it ohmygosh it's beautiful MM!)

So lol, guess I found a new (one of my) favorite song(s). And yes, I got a lil obsessed with this song after listening if you couldn't tell. This was the song I was talking about last week. (...I really should make a playlist for all the songs that make me feel like I'm feeling the gates of heaven, hm.) Anyways, seems I might be checking out a few more of Azari's songs maybe! I kinda hope! But I must go now! Writing this reminded me that this song existed (after I found another good song last week, hence why I forgot to actually write this ( -. _-. ) ) so I shall now be doing my homework to this song shortly!! Seeya!

#the other song I found? #well I started watching anime over the week (specifically Jujutsu Kaisen and Parallel World Pharmacy) #and afterward I tried watching Overlord since it was in the genre of anime I usually like #but turns out... let's just say the vibes weren't the kind I usually go for. too serious #so I ended up watching the 2nd season of Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun! #and I got SO hooked on that season's op and ed along with Overlord season 1's ed #like I'm STILL listening to Overlord season 1's ed on repeat #I JUST did while doing homework today! #so I kinda switched between those songs and The Saga of Tanya the Evil's op and ed and a few fnaf songs #so I completely forgot about this song oof #but I'm so glad I refound it cause now I'm gonna SPAM it whenever I work on homework at school AND NO ONE CAN STOP ME >:)) #(or judge me like when I spammed Cats music #speaking of which I watched the movie and it sucked #but there where some parts that I loved so I'm clinging to those as tight as I can) #Anyways have a good day y'all and have fun! :D #shadow shadow #azari #vocaloid #kitty's reviews #tw capital letters

[the-music-keeper]

Objective #1 is done and I'm really glad about it because that reading was THREE BOOK CHAPTERS LONG.

#amy rambles #amy's to do list #diplomacy and book history seminar #catholic university of america #cua #musicology #music major #well that knocked a big chunk of homework out which is great #so now i get to go back to panicking about the lamc article #which was not done on monday #it has to get done this week y'all #i never should've taken it on but now we're too far into the semester and i can't just back out #i'm just gonna have to suck it up

[goatmilksoda]

I thought I was going to explode and meltdown today (I usually don't have huge meltdowns but I've been really stressed and my hormones are all fucky due to missing my shot a couple times).

Anyway I only ate a small bowl of pasta and 2 granola bars today (that's part of it) so I collapsed and cried and kind of yelled for a while and oh my god. Like yeah I guess I'm a little embarrassed for acting like a spoiled 3 year old when my mom threatened to not make dinner because I didn't load the dishwasher for her (Note: I've been home for >15 minutes at this point), but it just pressed this total mental reset button and I feel just... so much better...

Like ok I can actually think about getting things done now. All the mental meat is gone. Just the bones and I can actually crawl through or whatever.

#I have so much on my plate tomorrow and I've been out of the house since 8 am. #I get 3 15 minute breaks on Mondays and Wednesdays (between 8am and 6pm) and one of them was taken up by homework today #and I also found out one of my classes is requiring I watch a 3 hour long documentary tomorrow. #and 2 people sprung a heap of time sensitive information on me that I need to get done tommorrow. #so I'm using my 10 minutes of free time now that I'm home to type this #but anyway... meltdowns suck but the mental reset... holy fuck you guys. Y'all knew about this and didn't tell me? #goat talk #vent

[pythonees]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ATTENTION — xavier thorpe

REQUESTED: @noneofyabuisnessmatey

WARNINGS: 18+, cock warming, chubby/soft bodied reader, teasing, my lack of knowledge in shooter games

A/N: y'all in my asks 'bout to me make me act up, short fic

You don't know how long it's been since you climbed onto your boyfriends lap, bored out of your mind and looking for attention. He's been playing some shooter game he doesn't even like for the last hour, buttons of his controller clicking loudly as he runs around the map shooting people. You've got your head tucked into his neck, half asleep as you take in his warmth.

Every couple of minutes he's pressing kisses to the side of your head, checking in to see if you've fallen asleep. Whenever he's dead and waiting to respawn he's got his arms wrapped tight around you, or has his hands rubbing up and down your back.

Xavier has always been touchy, a hand on you at all times. His favourite place is your plush thighs, long fingers gripping and kneading the flesh like his own personal stress ball. Whenever he can he has you sitting in his lap like you are now, you soft body in easy reach for his eager hands.

It's a blessing and a curse that he likes your body as much as he does. You don't have to worry about his attention straying when he's got page after page of you drawn, when he's wrapped around you and smothering you with his love. But all the attention he gives you always gets you in the mood, and the asshole doesn't even notice he's doing it.

You can tell he's died again when both his hands settle on your hips, sliding down over your thighs before gliding back up again, fingers pressing into the skin so that it dimples around his fingers. Sitting across his lap has made your already short shorts ride up into the crease of your thighs, digging into your flesh and giving Xavier more skin to run his hands over.

Every time he's swipes his hand over your legs his hands would roam into your inner thigh, giving the plush flesh a squeeze before smoothing his hand over the area to soothe the skin. It was driving you crazy, panties slowly dampening with your arousal with his accidental teasing.

His hands move off of you to pick his controller back up, pressing a quick kiss to the side of you head before he's back in the game, playing as if his girlfriend isn't plastered to him. You hold back your sigh of disappointment, knowing this is partly your fault considering you said you were fine with him trying to beat Ajax's high score. And now here you sit, horny and frustrated in his lap because you didn't think it would take this long.

Resigning yourself to your fate, you shuffle around on his lap, trying to get more comfortable so that you can pass the time with a quick nap. As you move around you can feel Xavier start to tense up below you, the very familiar dying sound playing out from the tv behind you. Before you can ask what happened Xavier is pulling you into his chest, your hips sliding foreword and landing on the erection he's been trying to ignore.

"Oh," you gasp, looking down between the two of you to see his erection pressed up into you. Shifting back a little, you get a better look at the tent he's making in his pants. You drop your hand between your bodies, palming his erection through his sweats. He moans long and low, head turning to suck and kiss at your neck.

"Shit, don't know what I was thinking letting you crawl into my lap, been hard the second you wrapped yourself around me," Xavier confesses, hips rutting up into your hand to get more pressure against your hand, "gotta finish this though, if I don't beat him by tonight I have to do his homework for a month."

You laugh at his expense, cock still in hand as you give it an experimental squeeze, sliding your hand as much as you can over it. Xavier's hips twitch, head falling back to rest on the bed behind him. You quickly dive into his neck, sucking and biting at fading bruises while your hand works to push his waistband down so you can get your hand on him.

"Fuck, babe, I'm serious. I won't ever see you if I don't beat him in this shit game," he says around a moan, but makes no move to stop you. So you keep going, pushing his sweats to reveal he's got no boxers on, hard cock springing out from his pants.

"Don't worry, as long as your a good boy and sit still, I'll give you a reward for beating Ajax," you whisper into his ear, lifting up in his lap to give yourself enough room to take off your shorts and underwear, throwing them off to the side.

Quickly getting your hand back on him, you pump him a few more times, mouth watering as you watch pre leak from his tip. Ignoring the urge to get him into your mouth, you shuffle foreword until your right over him, rubbing his cock through your folds one, two times before your sinking down on him, pussy clenching desperately around him as you take him to the hilt in one go.

You give an experimental roll of your hips, both out you moaning loud in the empty dorm room as you both get what you've desperately wanted for the hour you've been there. It feels too good to stop, hips continuing their slow rolls against him that Xavier eagerly meets thrust for thrust. It's as the sounds of the respawn menu come back to you do you remember what your plan was, slowing your already slow movements as you ignore your arousal.

"Now hurry up and respawn," you say, rolling your hips one last time before stilling, your walls fluttering around him with the desperate need to move that you dutifully ignore, "you've got a Gorgon to beat. Then I'll ride you till you can't even feel your legs."

Xavier nods desperately, pressing a searing kiss to you lips before hooking his chin over your shoulder, hands fumbling with the controller before he's able to press the right button to respawn. Settling down against him, you give your pussy an experimental squeeze around him, smirking at the choked off whine he lets out.

The shooting kicks back up behind you, and you wonder how fast he'll beat Ajax with his new... motivation wrapped around him.

©︎ pythonees — do not, under any circumstance, repost, plagiarize, modify or translate my work.

#xavier #xavier thorpe #xavier smut #xavier x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe smut #wednesday netflix #wednesday #Ꮺ. my work #Ꮺ. smut warning

[obessedwithfictionalmen]

Qué serà, serà. Prologue

Callum Turner X Reader

Sumarry: The history of Callum and Y/n's relationship.

Warning: None

Taglist: @emmaafinchh @adeena04 @alelo23

If you're not in it and want to be, let me know

A/n: I don't know each part of Callum's life, I knew he grew up without a dad. I won't write anything about it, except what I wrote. Love y'all

Y/n and Callum had always been Y/n and Callum. They’ve been best friends since they were in the wombs. Their parents were best friends, they’d met in high school, became a group of friends and are still best friends to this day. When the two girls became pregnant at the same time, they knew their children were going to be best friend. Callum was born a month before Y/n, he was born February 15th, Y/n was born on March 15th. They went to school together; they were always together. Since they were both an only child, they found in each other the sibling they didn’t have. When they were both 4 years old, they made a promise.

They were playing in the park; he was pushing her on the swing. ‘’Will you promise me a thing, Cal?’’ her little voice said. ‘’Of course, Y/n/n, what is it?’’ he said. ‘’Never leave me, you’re my best friend’’ she said. She’d came off the swing and went in front of him. She showed him her pinky fingers. ‘’Promise?’’ she asked. They hooked their pinkie together. ‘’Pinky promise’’ he said. They both hugged and went back playing in the park.

As they both grew up, the always remembered this promise, they honored it. After all, pinky promise was the most serious promise of all. Y/n wasn’t popular at school, she didn’t have many friends, Callum, on the contrary, had tons of friends, but he only had one best friend. People thought Y/n was weird, even though she was perfectly normal. She loved history, Harry Potter and sucked at math, when she was 7, she got diagnosed with dyscalculia, it’s a learning disability with math. It would often lead her to mistake her left and right, she couldn’t read a normal clock and she had trouble solving math problems. It often made her feel stupid, but Callum always cheered her up. He understood math, so he helped her with her homework. Callum’s dad left when he was young, he was too young to understand what really went down, but Y/n’s dad was disappointed in his ex- best friend. He made it a personal mission to be a father figure to Callum. Y/n’s dad had been there for Callum the second Rosemary, Callum’s mom, told them that the dad had left.

Y/n always had a thing for Callum, he was good looking, and he was so nice to her. It started to be hard when Callum started dating. Especially when he had his first kiss in front of Y/n at 13. They went to a skatepark with Callum’s friend, he was talking to a much older girl that smoked. When he kissed her, he thought it was disgusting, her breath smelled like cigarette, and it was horrendous. Her heart broke a little that day, even when he told her that the kiss was disgusting, she felt sad. It got worse when Callum started acting, he started to date some of the actresses and the picture were everywhere. Y/n dates a little bit, but she knew she’d never love anyone more than she loved Callum. On his part, Callum tired his hardest to not fall in love with her. She was his best friend, he couldn’t think about her like that, even though he tried, he ended up falling in love with her. By dating the other actress, he tried to forget about her, but deep down, he knew he couldn’t love anyone more than Y/n.

When she went to university, Callum was afraid that she would forget about him and find new friends. But she didn’t. She decided to stay at home instead of living on campus. She studied history, and she wanted to become a historian. He helped her study, and she helped him with the lines he had to learn, when her finals came, Callum stayed up all night to help her study and when she passed her exams, he was the first to jump in her arms, yelling that his best friend is going to be an historian. Now that they both moved to L.A., it was hard to stick with their promise. He started acting more professionally, so he was never at home. Because they were roommates, they lived together, but Callum was always away. He felt bad for always being away, but he was pursuing his carer, so he must make this sacrifice. Their life together was fun, but it had its difficulties, especially when they were both in love with the other…

#callum turner x reader #callum turner imagine #callum turner #master of the air #fantastic beasts

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN

SUMMARY : trying to study, but yoongi's insatiable.

PAIRINGS : min yoongi x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : non

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), smut, cockwarming, swearing

WORD COUNT : 2.5k

A/N : I wrote this while going on a family road trip. no regrets, only my sister knew what I was writings. title is from the moody blues' song, but this is a song I dedicate to dean winchester. wait, this is a bts story... anyway, it's the first time I'm posting and I hope y'all enjoy it X

“Come on, Y/N,” Yoongi whined with a pout. He watched her work out a physics problem on relativity, eraser shavings sprinkled along the sheet of paper in the notebook she was using to write down her equations and work before typing in the answer on the laptop. “Homework is not that important,” he grumbled, sitting next to her on the couch, he watched her roll her eyes with a little smirk on his lips.

“Namjoon doesn’t agree,” she argued, and it was his turn to roll his eyes, “besides, I told you I was only gonna do two problems,” she typed in the answer and then turned to look at him at last. He immediately leaned in to kiss her, hoping to make her forget her homework, his gentle fingers holding her jaw, their soft lips meeting in a tender kiss.

He smiled against her mouth when her breath hitched and she melted into him immediately. The taste of her rose lip tint made his mouth water and his heart leaped in his chest with delight. His mind became foggy and peaceful until she bit his lip and shoved him back a little.

“Hey!” He whined, sucking on his bottom lip to soothe the non-existent pain. She ignored him while chewing on her cheek, amusement tugging at her tinted lips and she started working on the second problem.

He stared at her for a few moments, his eyes narrowing at her, watching a blush wash over her cute face. He didn’t care if she was about to be done, he was impatient and wanted her attention now. So without a care in the world, he pressed himself against her, began rutting his hips against her side and leaned forward so he could pant into her hair by her ear.

“Yoongi,” she whispered, her fingers tightening around the pencil in her hand. Her nipples hardened beneath her tank top and her pussy released arousal.

“Finish the fucking problem,” he growled, his hand sliding under the silky beige top, touching her warm skin underneath until he was cupping her breast and gently rolling her nipple between his fingers.

“I… I can’t…” she murmured, her face heating up even more when she felt his cock harden underneath the thin material of his black sweats.

“No?” He mocked, then stopped moving. She let out a shaky breath, her plump lips parted and her doe-eyes wide. Yoongi was sure she could beat Jungkook right now, but he ignored the thought, took the pencil and notebook away from her to throw it carelessly on the coffee table where her laptop was. “I thought you said it was important,” he accused with a grin.

“Shut up,” she became flustered, looking away from him and crossing her arms over her chest, hiding her hard nipples from his hungry eyes. He smiled smugly, staring at the side of her beautiful face, wrapped his fingers around her ankle, his eyes sparking with love at the sight of the duck-print ankle-socks that covered her feet.

“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m older than you,” he warned playfully, stretching her leg out . Warmth bloomed in his chest, especially seeing her become stubborn with her jaw clenched and her eyes narrowed. She didn’t fight him when he spread her legs with his hips, but she kept insubmissive eye-contact with him despite her clit beginning to pulse with desire.

“I’m not even Korean,” she told him, gasping when he started to rub himself against her clothed cunt shamelessly.

“Respecting those older than you applies to most cultures, I’m pretty sure you fall in that category.” He licked his lips, stared at her pink mouth and her soft, little tongue when it poked out slightly to wet her somewhat dry lips. “Is that what your mother taught you, hmm? To be rude and disrespectful to someone older than you?”

“You’re not that old, Yoongi,” she argued breathlessly, her hands landing on his hips, fisting his loose t-shirt the more he continued to grind against her. She bent her knees, lifting her hips to match his rhythm and let her head fall back against the arm of the couch with her eyes shut.

“I’m still older than you, you brat,” he hissed through his teeth, leaning down to kiss her stubbornness away. His tongue swiped across the seam of her lips, feeling no resistance from her when he pushed his tongue past her lips, her tongue welcoming his as it entered her warm mouth.

He held himself up with his hand by her hip, his other hand sliding up the back of her knee, making her squirm as his fingers brushed against the secret ticklish spot there. His slim fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh, little moans of pleasure falling into each other’s mouths.

A tinge of whiskey lingered on Yoongi's tongue and despite hating alcohol herself, she was addicted to the way it tasted in his mouth. The memory of him making her try whiskey for the first time made her stomach flip with happiness. When he served her a glass to show her his favourite while Jimin drank some champagne, watching with a knowing grin as Y/N sipped a little. She coughed up the strong alcohol with distaste on her face and couldn’t finish the rest.

Yoongi was surprised with her reaction, a tender smile on his handsome face. Meanwhile, he easily downed the rest of her whiskey. He should’ve known since then that alcohol simply wasn’t for her, but he liked sharing drinks with her, spending time with her more than anything. Before they got together, it was his way of being close to her, drinking from her cup at every failed attempt, not realising that she agreed to drinking just to be close to him, too.

He pulled away from the kiss for air, his warm breath puffing over her wet lips. He smiled down at her, his hips becoming still despite how desperate he was. He stood up on his knees to pull his grey shirt over his head, watching her eyes shine up at him lovingly, entranced as he sat back to lower his sweats and his boxers.

“Take your clothes off, Y/N,” he told her, wrapping his hand around his cock, a smirk replacing the smile he had on his face. She swallowed, her eyes moving down to his dick as she silently removed her tank top, exposing her bare chest to him as he thumbed the slit of his cock to spread the precum that dribbled out in small beads.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmured, sliding her shorts and underwear down her legs. She immediately brought her fingers to her pussy, circling her entrance to gather the arousal his kiss and the friction of his hips caused her to release. She slid her fingers up to her clit, teasingly rubbing circles all while he bit his lip and watched.

“So are you, more than any flower or any star in the sky,” he murmured earnestly, making her falter in touching herself, suddenly shy. His words made her blush once again, her eyebrows raising in surprise. He gave her a cute smile, embarrassed that he’d said something so cheesy to her and he stopped stroking himself as well, swallowing nervously upon becoming flustered himself.

“I need you,” she whispered, reaching out for his waist, she pulled him towards her, ignoring his comment so he’d stop being nervous. Her eyes were so soft and warm, he could sink and drown in her tender irises, letting her dilated pupils drag him into the depths of her passionate soul.

He grabbed her hips, lifting them slightly, sliding his cock through her wet folds before lining himself up with her entrance. He admired her face when his cockhead pressed against her warmth, captivated by her eyes and her lips. His heart skipped a few beats, his breath getting tangled up in his chest as he gently pushed into her pussy, engulfed in her heat little by little until he was fully inside her.

He leaned forward again, pushing his hips against hers, their warm bodies pressed together. He leaned over her to drop an affectionate kiss on her head, right where her adorable bangs began and let her bring him down to her lips. His sleek, dark hair tickled her cheeks, but she didn’t mind. He’d let it grow out and he loved the way she tugged at it every time she rolled her hips up against his and arched her back so her breasts were squeezed against his chest.

He hummed softly against her mouth, thrusting into her lazily, smirking against her mouth. She brought her leg over the back of the couch, spreading herself out some more for him like a good little slut. He didn’t say that thought out loud. He could feel her slick coat his dick, it excited him and he knew she felt his cock throbbing inside her the longer he kept the pace slow and sensual.

“Yoongi,” she whined against his mouth. He pulled away, biting his lip teasingly. He sat back on his legs to watch himself move in and out of her and started using his thumb to rub random shapes on her clit that made her squirm in pleasure. “Hurry, I’m hungry,” she chuckled playfully, pouting adorably at him as she pinched her sensitive nipples.

“For my dick?” He teased, swivelling his hips until she was nearly being pushed up the couch. She pressed her hips against his, circling them to stop herself from moving up the couch further. He hissed softly when she squeezed her velvety walls around him, then she glared at him because she knew what he was doing. She slapped his hand away from her clit and she started to rub quick circles to get herself off and be done with it.

“You’re so annoying.” He didn’t acknowledge her words and started to thrust into her again, faster, playing along as she sought a quick orgasm. He watched her carefully, the way she threw her head back and detached her sharp canine teeth from digging into her bottom lip to let out a sweet little moan.

He lowered his lips down to her breasts, pressing his forehead against her cleavage to he suck the skin around her nipples before lapping at the erect buds. Her warmth clenched around his cock and he brought his free-hand to her other breast, kneading the flesh in his large hand, then deliciously pinching her nipple.

She gasped, arching into him even more, as if offering herself entirely to him while her fingers tangled in his soft hair, tugging gently. He sucked harshly at her nipple in gratitude. His hot mouth trailed up to her collarbones and he smirked when her walls clamped down on him again, a groan slipping past his swollen lips. He reached for her wrist to stop her from orgasming, not quite finished with teasing her.

“Yoongi,” she whined again, and he nearly let her have what she wanted.

“Fuck, you turn me on so much,” he moaned into her neck, his tongue licking at a little lovebite he was sure would bruise her soft skin. She squirmed beneath him, her fingers tightening their grip on his hair as he continued to fuck her. The sound of his voice, how wrecked and raspy his words came out made her moan softly in response, her pussy pulsing around his throbbing dick.

“Yoongi, let me cum,” she gasped, overwhelmed with the sensations he was making her feel; from the way his warm mouth felt on her neck, his deft fingers pinching her nipple, his cock sliding in and out of her, hot and throbbing, brushing against the sweet spot in her walls as he intertwined their fingers.

“Are you begging?” He asked breathlessly, a smirk tugging at his lips knowing he was frustrating her. This time, the tug at his hair was painful, so he bit her jawline in retaliation before smashing their lips together in a heated kiss. He wrapped his arm around her waist, fucking into her mercilessly, nearly orgasming when she let out one of the loudest moans he’d ever heard her make.

She loosened her grip on his soft locks, her fingers tightening between his fingers, still held by his hand against the couch. She squealed his name, her body trembling as she finally orgasmed, a breathless little laugh slipping past her kiss-swollen lips and he smiled at the sound. His name quietly fell from her lips over and over and he pulled out of her, leaving a trail of his hot cum along her folds and pelvis.

He panted above her, gazing at the lazy, blissed out smile on her lips that he knew was also plastered over his own face. He pushed his semi-hard cock into her again, thrusting languidly and nuzzled into her neck.

“I love you,” he murmured, slowly stopping when his cock softened inside her.

“I love you, too.” She played with his hair for a few moments, let him place his whole weight on her as he pressed his cheek against her shoulder with his eyes closed. They both let themselves bask in the afterglow of their orgasm, his cock safe inside her pussy still.

“I need to finish my homework,” she mumbled tiredly, gently pushing his shoulders, careful of the one that he had surgery on. He said it was fine, that it didn’t always hurt, but she always felt her entire body squirm at the thought of him feeling even a slight burn of pain from it.

“My cum is all over your skin and you wanna do homework?” He mumbled against her shoulder with a smile, not budging from his spot above her.

“I wanna eat some food, too.” He had to see her face as she said that. He lifted himself up and gazed at her lovingly, met with an innocent smile from her. He laughed adorably, sitting up and watching himself slip out of her while biting his lips at the sight of his cum on her skin. “I’m gonna take a quick shower… Yoongles,” she teased, reaching for her underwear, she slipped them on so the soft cotton would catch his cum and stop it from staining the couch.

“Can I come?” He wondered, admiring her half-naked body, the gentle curve of her waist to her hips, the exquisite sculpture of her back when she picked her clothes up from the floor.

“One, you already came,” she deadpanned, standing in front of him, admiring the way he stood there completely naked waiting for her response. He rolled his eyes and playfully landed a smack to her ass. She yelped at the slight sting and let him wrap his arms around her waist, meeting his lips for a kiss. “Two, can you please cook for me today?” She kissed him again and gave him puppy-dog eyes.

“Whatever,” he mumbled against her lips, letting her go. He gently pushed her away from him and she chuckled, looking over her shoulder at him with a mischievous smile. He immediately recognized the look in her eyes, excitedly gathered his clothes off the couch and floor, making their way to where the bathroom was.

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[johnnycakesb14de]

how they would be like in school ???

HOW THE GREASERS WOULD BE IN SCHOOL

DARRY

Would be very good student

Like that one popular jock that isn't annoying and is actually quite respectful

Mama raised him with manners

Would have good grades

Super sporty one of the best of his football team

Just loved school so much

Would help other people with their work

Graduate with a 3.9 GPA

SODAPOP

He dropped out but I'll give you before he did

He was a good student he payed attention but it just never clicked in for him

He has basic knowledge for the normal curricular thing

And amazing with cars and that's what he was good at

I can see him going back eventually to get his GED

But he would really try but he could just never get it

Can y'all tell I love this gif of him he's such a cutie omg

PONYBOY

Y'all he literally skipped the 8th grade he is so he is really really smart

He'd have good grades in all his classes but I can see him having MAJOR beef with math

But he's like the quiet smart kid that sits in the back of the class

And he sits with his loud ass friends while he works and they copy

He's in track also so he just overall is a good student

He would also help you or anyone with their homework if he had time too

"hey pony, I need help on this."

"Give me a second let me finish this."

Since he's in advanced classes he probably got like a 4.7 GPA

JOHNNY

Can be really smart he just need deeper explanation by the teacher

I saw someone say he got held back a year but idk if that's true

But if he did he would ALWAYS sit next to Ponyboy so he could explain it

He really is smart he just can't put it on paper

He would really love science lab experiments

You cannot tell me otherwise

Pony tells him what to do and he does it

When he graduated he is alive in my head so suck it he probably got a like a 3.2 GPA

DALLAS

He's that one kid that ALL the teachers envy because he never goes to school but he good grades

Like I feel like he'd be pretty smart he just doesn't care

"Omg Dallas, you got a 87% on your test!"

"Eye downt cayre mayn🙄"

Like if you didn't know how to do something he'd just randomly drop it

Like he'll look at your paper and just say what to do

"I just don't know what-"

"Combine the like terms"

"huh?"

"Just do it mayn!"

But don't get me wrong he is really fucking stupid, like really dumb

TWO-BIT

He's been held back like three times

So like lets be fr

I really don't have too much to say but he'd be the class clown that is actually funny

Everyone knows him and thinks he's funny

Was never a try hard

Would eventually graduate

No one knew how

Very low GPA

I don't know if he also dropped out

Because Ponyboys petty ass did not give him a personality

But hed be a pretty average student

Not great grades not bad ones just passing grades

Doesn't care about school just cars

I really don't think he'd care about a GPA or college

#the outsiders #johnny cade #dally winston #johnnycake #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #the outsiders fanfiction #darry curtis #steve randle #the outsiders headcanons #darry curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #dallas winston x reader #sodapop x reader #x reader #request

[hoodharlow]

Superstar

AN: Miriam is now a three time Grammy award-winner <3

Requested? No

Warnings: Jack being unserious, rude people in the comments

Word Count: n/a

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@'mdm: 3rd time on SNL, 1st as a performer. Can't wait for y'all to hear the rest of the Last Dance soundtrack on March 9th 🥺 HUGE ty to THEE Emmy and Golden Globe award-winning Ayo for being the most talented human ever. It was privilege to be at your side. Also need your cover of No Air on spotify ASAP

@'medegutierrez: and just like that she beat the can't dance allegations 🦦

-> @'jackharlow: someone had to say and I'm glad it wasn't me

@'ayoedebiri: big slay

-> @'mdm: ilysmmmm

@'zendaya: okayyyy 😍

@'haileybieber: you're incredible 🥰

@'bellahadid: IT girl

@'miriamfan: she's THAT bitch

@'jackharlowstan: don't ask me the color of ANYTHING

@'kehlani: try these moves on 😍😍😍

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Miriam via Instagram Stories

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@'claybornharlow: a song I worked on with my big sis and @lukehemmings won a Grammy today. It was a huge honor to be a part of this. Thank you to Miriam for believing in me as a producer and collaborator. Can't wait to see what the rest of the night has in store for you. Here's Miriam in the studio when we made this

@'jackharlow: now you made Miriam cry

@'mdm: akdghfjskskshdjsksks 🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺 ilysm Clay. I wouldn’t have won if it weren't for you and Luke. Without you two, there wouldn't be What I Was Made For 💓💗💕

@'lukehemmings: proud of us

@'barbiemovie: this Ken is a Grammy winning producer

@'monetmitchell: my faves 💓 proud of you babyyy

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@'mackupdates: Miriam on her Instagram Stories. She's so funny I can't. And before y'all start, her movie is premiering at SXSW and she's been calling it her baby since she's announced it.

@'mdmxjh: y'all think this is how they announce their pregnancy?

-> @'miriamfan: you really think Jack and Miriam would announce they're having a kid? Plus if the baby was due in March she'd be huge as hell.

-> @'miriamstan: read the caption, I beg you

@'jackstan: of course this would be how she reacts to winning a Grammy lol

@'miriamhater: nepotism wins again 😒

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@'mdm: no words :')

@'katdominguez: go baby sister

@'josephdominguez: 🥺

@'jackharlow: 3 holes for 3 Grammys 👉🏼👈🏼

-> @'mdm: how if you only have 2 holes and 0 Grammys 🤔

-> @'lilnasx: get him again for me

@'alinahunter: you deserved this 🥺

@'saintclauds: that's my bestirini 🥰🥰🥰

@'victoriamonet: proud of you

-> @'mdm: no, I'm proud of YOU 🥺🥺🥺

@'theestallion: EXACTLYYYY

@'claybornharlow: we did that 🤞🏻

-> @'lukehemmings: 🤞🏻

@'miriamhater: Ariana Grande deserved

-> @'miriamfan: she wasn't even nominated 😭

@'antimiriam: nepotism can only take you so far

-> @'mackaremyparents: I mean she's literally one award from winning an EGOT, directed & produced & created the soundtrack for her own movie, and is doing her masters. Your faves could never!

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Jack via Instagram Stories

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@'jackharlow: my three time award-winning superstar

@'mdm: why would you post this! Of all pictures from today you post the one of me reading Clay's post

-> @'jackharlow: don't you have homework to finish?

-> @'mdm: I literally finished before the plane took off

-> @'8amclassmate: fuck now I gotta do the reading

@'lilnasx: MOTHER

@'rapfan: imagine your bitch winning before you. I'd dump that hoe because she can't embarrass me like that

@'jackfanbutmiriamhater: oh I hate this for him. He deserves someone how won't outshine him. Miriam is always doing way too much and it sucks that she wrote Jack's brother in her schemes 😒

@'jackharlow: y'all are mad annoying. It's not a fucking competition for me and Miriam. As her partner, I know the hard work she puts and she deserves this and more

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#jack harlow #jack and miriam #jack harlow instagram au #jack harlow insta au #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow oneshot

[ghostlynachopanda]

Third wheel

a/n: Posting will be slow after this cause break is over, thumbs down. I fell asleep while writing this. you can prob see where I lost motivation too. here's this one pals

pairing: Wednesday Addams x reader, platonic Enid

words: 1k

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Enid considered you and Wednesday her best friends. She absolutely loved the two of you together! She was happy for the two of you! She was your number-one fan! Honestly, she was! It's just, the two of you were making her feel like a third wheel. Even if it was unintentional, it sucked!

Every time you three would hang out, you and Wednesday would unintentionally be more attentive to one another. It started with small glances at one another then gradually moved to just slight physical contact. Enid thought it was absolutely adorable. Seeing the ever-stoic Wednesday be soft with someone is not something Enid thought she needed.

At one point Enid thought she couldn’t ever get enough of seeing you so smitten with each other. The reddening cheeks and shy smiles from you sent her over the moon. The soft gazes and tender actions from Wednesday made her smile. All of it made her super happy! It was just so cute she wanted to squeal with happiness. She could die happy after seeing that!

Watching the both of you so obviously in love was starting to get annoying though. You two would get so wrapped up in one another that both of you would forget she was there. She did give you, specifically, some credit. Whenever she talked to you about it you did try to fix it and help her out. But things would just go back to the way things are.

It got to the point where Enid was forcing her way in between the two of you. Making the two of you move to make room for her body. But the deadly glares Wednesday sent her way were enough to stop her from doing that

That brings her to where she is now. Ready to call you both out on acting so love-struck.

You had come over to her and Wednesday's shared dorm to work on some homework together. You and Wednesday had started at a normal distance apart, all three of you working on homework as planned.

You always kept what Enid said in the back of your mind. You always tried your best to make her feel included. You just couldn't help but want to sit closer to Wednesday. To your credit, you stayed rooted in your spot. Keeping your attention on both roommates and on the homework. You're aware if you paid Wednesday too much attention you'd get sucked in.

Wednesday, on the other hand, had no intention of letting you sit so far away from her. She subtly made her way closer to you, hoping it wasn't too noticeable to you or Enid. She made your fingers 'unintentionally' graze each other. Already forgetting Enid was in the room.

You could feel your attention shifting. The warmth Wednesday radiated was almost always enough to divert your attention. Her gentle touches were not helping either. You were aware your body was angling its way towards Wednesday, unable to stop it.

Enid pointedly coughed, not liking where this was going. She had watched both of you for so long she knows both of your tells. She also knew you were trying to stay on task. Enid would have to buy you a coffee later as a 'thanks for trying',

Her cough startled both you and Wednesday. You sat up straighter and pointed yourself towards Enid and the homework, mumbling apologies as you did. Wednesday's eyes shot toward Enid, sending her a warning to not interrupt you two again. All Enid did was roll her eyes, knowing Wednesday wouldn't do anything while you were here.

Things went smoothly after that. The ridiculously long homework was almost done and Enid felt herself getting hopeful. This would be the one time she had to break you two up only once.

The peace and hopefulness Enid felt was disturbed, this time by you. You were completely unaware of what you were doing. This time you were the one pulling Wednesday's attention towards yourself. Enid was fed up with it.

"Alright, I get it!  Y'all are in love, we know. Everyone gets it! Now stop making me feel like a third wheel and help me with this homework," Enid exclaims.

You and Wednesday whip your heads towards her. Not expecting her to call you out like that. It made your cheeks heat with embarrassment. Wednesday could only stare in disbelief, not knowing she was so obvious about her advancements. You and Wednesday are silent for a moment too long.

"Goodness, we get it. Now, stop being embarrassing about it and help me finish this so I can leave you guys to make out or whatever."

Your cheeks heat up even more. Clearing your throat and nodding, you turn and direct your full attention to the task at hand. Wednesday does the same, sitting up straighter and turning toward her homework. You and Wednesday feel like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

There were no hitches after that. All three of you are too embarrassed to focus on anything other than the homework in front of you. When the homework was finished all three of you stayed seated. Once again, let embarrassment take over.

Enid recovered first, "Sorry you guys. You both just throw your love in my face all the time, it was starting to get annoying. Anyways, I'll leave you two alone. I'll see you tomorrow!"

Enid packed her things and left in a rush. She prayed she hadn't angered Wednesday. At least to the point where Wednesday was going to smother Enid in her sleep.

You and Wednesday stayed absolutely still, barely moving a muscle. You glanced at each other before quickly averting your eyes. A humiliating feeling coursed through your veins. It was mortifying being called out like that. 

It took you a while to be able to look Enid in the eyes again. Wednesday would just send her halfhearted glares for calling her out. But all Enid had to do was raise an eyebrow and Wednesday would look away in embarrassment.

Yeah it sucks :,)

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#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair

[theghostkingisdead]

so i have this au where danny is basically raised by ghosts. even before the portal opened, his parents' constant work with ectoplasm thinned the veil around their house, meaning shades could pass over. And these shades basically take a look at this neglected child and say is anyone else gonna raise this kid and then don't wait for an answer

In this au danny becomes a halfa through constant exposure to ectoplasm, which literally burns through his humanity but doesn't kill him. I haven't decided whether or not he still goes through the portal in this one, so lmk what y'all think.

A potential scene from this AU:

Danny sat at his desk, trying to focus on his homework over the growling in his stomach. It was easy work, really. Just a review worksheet for the upcoming math test. Long division. With fractions. And decimals.

Ok, so if Sally has two thousand dollars, spends 4/5 and puts 3/4 of it in the bank, she’ll have about…how much remaining?

Danny groaned, slamming his head onto the table. His stomach groaned with him. The ache was dull, for the most part, and would have been easy to ignore if not for the sharp way it bit at him whenever he moved.

It had been two and a half, maybe three full days since he’d eaten anything. It wasn’t his parents’ fault, that they forgot to feed him over the weekend. They had their own minifridge in the basement, and rarely remembered to come upstairs except to sleep.

Once upon a time, Jazz had made sure he at least ate something, back when his parents stocked the fridge with non-biohazards. But she was in fourteen and old enough to work, now, and he barely saw her except in the mornings.

Danny frowned back at his page. So, one quarter of two thousand is five hundred, and that leaves 4/5 of one thousand five hundred… no, that’s not right.

Thunk. Something heavy landed next to his head.

Danny flinched back violently, almost tipping over his chair. He flailed his arms, trying to find his balance.

He looked back up. There, sitting on his desk, dripping green juices all over his worksheet, was a piece of what might have once been steak.

It was the right shape, he was sure, but where steak was normally pink, this piece of meat was light green, with nearly-black veins threaded throughout. He leaned forward, face screwing up at the smell; like dead iron and cleaning supplies.

It was gross. It was foul. It was getting raw-meat juices all over his half-finished paper.

It had been three days since he’d last eaten.

Against his will, Danny felt his mouth beginning to water.

He looked towards his door; still closed and locked. The only clue as to where the steak had come from was the room’s dropping temperature, and a shadow in the corner of his room. it disappeared when he looked at it head on, but from the corner of his eye, he could make out a human-like figure with narrowed eyes and crossed arms.

It gestured at him, and Danny knew what it was asking.

The steak was gross. Danny was hungry.

Wouldn’t he get sick from eating raw meat?

A memory tickled at the back of his head, of a steak so rare it was barely cooked, of a night out with Aunt Alicia.

So maybe he’d be fine?

Danny grabbed the steak, grimacing at the way it squished between his fingers. He brought it up to his face, and almost threw up directly on it; the smell was way worse up close.

But Danny was hungry, and he had never been one to waste food. Steeling himself, taking a large breath of blissfully clean air, he leaned forward and bit down.

It tasted worse than it smelled. In his mouth, the sharp iron scent turned bitter, sucking the moisture from his mouth like an underripe persimmon. The meat was chewy, and tough, and somehow still spicy. It burned his throat going down.

It was by far, the worst thing he’d ever eaten. Not that he had much to compare it too.

And besides; Danny was hungry.

The steak went down in quick, desperate bites. The bone was licked clean.

His rest that night was fitful, and Danny awoke with a fever high enough that even his parents took notice, calling him out of school for the next two days.

But the meat stayed down. And Danny was full.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #food #raised by ghosts au

[h-harleybaby]

sleepover w/ cartman? what movies would you guys watch or like what would you guys do all night (video games,, 😳,, partying idk)

Got me excited 👀

Ik I said another request has my priority but like, this is really good and I’ll probably start on this one

But in the morning it’s almost 11 pm and I just woke up (btw this probably isn’t gonna be good I’m racking my brain for ideas)

Edit: ignore how I inserted my hobbies for the reader, IGNORE IT-

HAS NSFW CONTENT

Sleepover hcs w/ Cartman

• I’m gonna give it some background, the sleepovers probably after a long day of school. Maybe the guys were bugging him so ofc he’s gonna ask his gf to come over so he can rant and cuddle

• It wasn’t meant to be a sleepover but just ends up being one 💀

• That day just drained him and he missed youuuu, he needs to tell you about everything that happened and perhaps make you do his English homework because he sucks at it

• Eric’s laying on your chest grumbling about the guys while you kinda have your arms around him and are sewing

• Imagine you’re cooking something for the both of them because Liane is out partying and he just has his arms around your waist as he stands behind you with his head on your shoulder <333

• He’s whining about being hungry tho so it’s not as cute 🙄

• This man probably devours it, and it’s definitely not because your cooking is really good. Totally not, it’s just because he’s hungry

• Is what he says, it’s bullshit and you know he loves your cooking

• Y’all play all sorts of games tho, ranging from Mario cart to COD because he has a problem and chooses games he rages at when he loses

• He fucking sucks at Mario cart (the only reason he wins against the guys is because they suck even more) but won’t admit it and says you cheated during the game

• Y’all probably also watch a bunch of movies, switching between who chooses them. He’s always complaining about yours because “they suck ass” but he secretly enjoys them

• His favorite movie out of the ones you play is Mean Girls, and he definitely mocks at least one character through out the whole movie

• It’s 11 pm at this point, and during sleepovers you’re supposed to stay up all night aren’t you??

• He doesn’t even know what he wants to do but he wants your attention, desperately

• Probably plays truth or dare and you already know this is gonna end up a lil… steamy (this hc totally isn’t because an old crush of mine always played truth or dare when he came over and he’d always do really horny stuff)

• Tbh when this starts he’s kinda horny but he’s mainly bored. He’s just looking for some skin to skin contact

• At first it’s stupid, like prank call Stan or chug some disgusting mixture or whatever alcohol y’all can find but not for long 💀

• Eventually y’all just fall asleep on the couch- BUT THIS IS NOT WHERE IT ENDS

• Eric wakes up first and literally will not stop annoying you until you wake up, he wants attention >:(

• Please I just had an idea- he calls you sugar sometimes and when he wakes up and like, for the first hour of him being awake he has this hot morning voice <333 and he knows it makes you weak in the knees and you like that nickname so he probably calls you it the most in the morning-

NSFW

• Ik this is gonna sound really weird but I need you to stay with me on this, ok?!!?

• Sex with Cartman during sleepovers is usually sleepy sex or him fucking you (WITH YOUR CONSENT) while you sleep- PLEASE STAY WITH ME ON THIS I HC THAT HE'S INTO SOMNOPHILLA

• He definitely pokes/messes with your boobs just because it fun, also to try to wake you up

• Imagine sleepy sex with him tho- you're both half asleep but really horny so he promises he'll do it quickly and to make you feel good before y'all sleep. He'll hold you by the hips and fuck you on your side because he's too lazy for really anything else. But he's more gentle than normal and his pace is kinda slow, almost like he's teasing you <333

• Tbh he probably fucks you to sleep

• Ugh all I can think about is Eric pressing a couple of sloppy kisses on your neck and whispering how good you feel as he fucks you

• He's so much nicer when he's sleepy, praising you on how good you take him as his fingers circle your clit

• He's really quiet when he's sleepy, usually he won't shut up (I say this affectionately) but when he's like this it's just quiet moans and whimpers

• Eric fucking while you sleep isn't too much different tho

• He probably a little more awake and so he's rougher and gropes you more

• Your boobs are just so soft and he loves them, how could he not???

• One hand on your chest and the other on your hip so he can fuck you better <33333

• He doesn't exactly have a breeding kink but something about cumming in you is just addicting man, but he'd probably be gross and cum on your back and fall asleep before he cleans it up

• Or he cums in you... and then falls asleep IM SORRY THATS JUST SO FUNNY- he's gonna have to deal with a very angry you in the morning and you probably threaten not to have sex with him anymore for a week to teach him a lesson or something

• It does not work

• He's gonna fuck you on the kitchen counter while his mom is gone and breakfast is on the stove. The fact that half the reason he does that is to prove a point is so stupid and funny

• I mean he also thinks you're hot when you're angry/mad so like

• And like I said earlier, that morning voice of his makes you weak in the knees man

• He's gonna be smug all morning tho



I hope you like it, sorry if it sucks <333

#south park x reader #cartman x reader #eric cartman x reader #h harleybaby needs help #south park x reader headcanons #cartman kinda :lip bite: #eric cartman x y/n #Harley’s anons <33 #harley’s requests!

[bi-zemo]

Need some help? - Tate Langdon x male reader

Thought I'd write one of these since my main tumblr (@quicksilver-but-slutty) is a very ahs/evan peters based acc so here y'all go

crossposted on ao3 here

Reader is struggling to finish due to his antidepressants, tate decides to help

Tate watched invisible as the new occupant of the house entered the bedroom, dumping a satchel on the desk they had built over the weekend and flopping onto the messy bed.

They had only moved in last week, just a dad and his teenage son. So far the ghosts had let them be, too busy with their own drama to be bothered by the dad who had so far only been home once and the son who never left his room. Tate, excluded from these conversations, had found himself resting against walls watching as the young man painted or did homework to a soundtrack of whiney rock tate had never heard before. Listening to shit music was better than being bored.

As the sun went down and the rooms occupant flipped on the christmas lights above his bed tate knew what was coming. The boxers were removed, the music was turned up and the young man got comfy, wrapping his hand around his dick and beginning a gentle pace.

It had happened every night since the small family moved in, and always had the same result. Tate had felt like a creep the first night, almost leaving the room but letting his curiosity get the best of him.

The man began moving faster, almost desperately, a pained look on his face.

Tate sat silent on the desk chair, watching with intrigue.

Then it all suddenly stopped, the hand falling still, the breaths slowing, all without the desired result. The young man clenched his fists, throwing his head against the pillow with a pained sigh.

Tate had seen this every night, he had a problem with finishing.

"damn meds"

Tate watched as the bottle of pills was scooped off the bedside table and thrown across the room with a clatter, tears gathering in the young man's eyes.

Tate felt bad for him, he could see the frustration building more every night. The tears were new but not unexpected.

He had curled up now, a pillow hugged to his chest. Tate looked down at him, having walked closer to the guy when he closed his eyes. Gently moving a piece of damp hair out of his eyes tate knew what he had to do.

Dark eyes were the first thing y/n saw in the hazy dream, followed by blonde locks as the picture got clearer and a wave of pleasure. He let out a soft moan and the guy smiled although proud of himself. y/n felt a hand moving faster around his dick.

"that's it, let me take care of you"

The guy pressed his mouth to y/ns neck and sucked before biting the tendon, causing y/ns dick to twitch and a groan to leave his lips.

The blonde raised a hand to y/ns hair and pulled, the hand on his dick speeding up.

"I want you to cum for me."

It was whispered into his ear quietly.

Y/n knew it was impossible but still nodded sleepily, his head throbbing from the hand in his hair and his breaths short.

"good boy. "

And with that y/n awoke, his eyes shooting open, his sheets sticky and his head still throbbing.

He slid out of bed and walked across the room, grabbing his smokes and a lighter from his desk and lighting one.

He was glad that he had finally gotten off but something was bugging him.

Why the hell was he having wet dreams about a fucking school shooter.

He had seen the plaque on his first day, the names of the victims, and had looked into it immediately, finding the yearbooks with the name Tate Langdon and a face blacked out in marker. This had lead him to google where he had first seen the blonde.

He had always found an interest in morbid things, true crime and such, but this was the first time he had seen one of them in a dream.

It was weird but not out of the ordinary, he didn't want to call a murderer hot but Tate wasn't unattractive. The dark eyes, the grundgey dress sense, it was kinda y/ns type. Y/n shook his head and stubbed the cigarette out on a plate he had forgotten to take out of his room days ago, letting the butt join the others that had gathered there.

It was too early for this shit yet now y/n was awake he probably wasn't sleeping much more. He shoved a cd into his player and collapsed onto his bed, shoving another cigarette between his chapped lips.

Tate didn't know how to feel about what he did, the guy needed some help but tate had never even thought about touching another man before.

He was crouched on the windowsill opposite the bed, listening to whatever the guy had stuck on at a low volume.

The guy was typing on his laptop in deep thought so tate had zoned out, until he heard his name.

It was a woman on some video, he hopped down and sat gently on the bed, the guy turned suddenly as if he could see tate before looking back at the video.

"tate langdon left the school grounds but was found in his home, the house commonly referred to as the murder house, and was cornered by police in his bedroom on the top floor where he was shot in an altercation."

Sounded pretty accurate, although tate had no idea where this woman had heard about this. He was almost caught be surprise when the guy shut the laptop and shoved it on a nearby shelf before beginning to tug clothes on.

It was morning and soon the house would be empty for the day.

The guy reluctantly dug through the shit on the floor to find the pills he had thrown the night before and upon finding them swallowed two dry, shoving them onto a random surface.

As he left the room the guy looked in the mirror to fix his hair and adjust the beanie he had shoved on. Tate noticed a pause in movement and watched the guy press a few fingers to the bruise on his neck.

"what the.." he shook his head and left the room.

Later that day y/n returned, just after sunset. He could smell the weed on his own clothes but didn't care, knowing his dad probably wasn't home. The bruise had been on his mind all day, not even the half gram he had smoked could draw his thoughts from the light teethmarks. A couple of the guys in his class had pointed it out, teasing that he had finally found a girl. He went along with it because really he had no explanation.

He dumped his satchel on the desk and collapsed onto the bed, shuffling as one of the old springs dug into his back.

Was the dream a sign, that maybe his problem was over?

He had been prescribed with antidepressants a couple months ago, and since then he had been struggling to get off, no one but him was affected as no one would even think of getting with him but it still made him ashamed. Not to mention the stress that had been building after the first couple weeks of failed attempts.

He was a 17 year old boy, before this he had gotten himself of far more than what was necessary, suddenly stopping that had not exactly made him feel good. Add on top of that the stress of being forced to move across the country and he was not exactly doing well.

Why a school shooter from the 90s had finally been the thing to solve that he had no idea. It was actually kind of concerning, because it almost confirmed y/ns suspicions.

Y/n had suspected the house was haunted, moving from so far he hadn't known the history of the house but at school that day he had googled it. A wikipedia list of crimes had filled his phone screen, from 1920s abortions all the way to the familiar name. That would explain the shit being moved and the creaks he would hear in the night.

The thing that freaked y/n out the most however was the article on tate himself, the video had been right with the bedroom, and crime scene photos confirmed that tate had died where y/n was currently sat, the same bedframe and everything.

He knew he shouldn't even think of it but the concept was kinda hot, the possibility of tate being there and watching y/n in his most private moments.

Y/n felt his dick start to fill at the thought of it, damn his voyeuristic tendencies.

He looked around, praying he was alone, before turning on some midwest emo and pulling of his clothes, chucking them onto the growing pile on the floor.

He spat on his hand and wrapped it around his dick beginning to move slowly.

Since the start of his problem he didn't last very long, getting close in minutes before being physically unable to cum.

Today was the same, no matter how fast his hand moved and his hips bucked up, he couldnt get over the edge. He panted letting out a desperate cry.

Thats when he felt it, a presence, followed by a cold hand running up his side.

He whined moving into the feeling despite how weird he knew it was.

"tate?"

He barely blinked before a figure appeared along with a weight on his lap.

"you know my name."

Tates hands didn't stop moving, only one coming to pause on y/ns waist as he straddled him.

"do I scare you?"

Y/n looked into his dark eyes, letting out gaspy breaths.

"no." he was telling the truth.

"good."

Tate could feel the warmth coming from the alive body beneath him, watching the chest move with rapid breaths.

"I'm gonna help you."

The man beneath him nodded and tate took this as a sign to move his hands onto the guys cock, pumping until it was fully hard.

"are you a virgin?"

"yeah-"

"so was I until recently, don't worry I'll take care of you."

Tate moved his hand round to grab y/ns ass, lightly brushing his fingers over his hole and feeling the muscles flex beneath his touch.

"I- I have lube, in the drawer,"

"I know, I've been watching love."

Tate felt y/ns dick twitch in his hand and smiled a little.

He moved away for a moment, hearing a whine that almost made him blush, and opened the drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and squirting some onto his fingers.

Tate honestly had no idea what he was doing but he knew he would need lube.

He inserted one finger, having watched y/n do it a few days before. The man beneath him let out a quiet moan, his eyes glued to tates.

Y/n was tight and hot, and the young man was constantly letting out noise as tate inserted another finger and began moving them slowly.

Tate almost worried that he would break y/n, with all the man's wriggling and gasping. But tates doubts were removed when y/n came with a loud groan, cum covering the guys abdomen.

Tate began to remove his fingers when y/n let out a desperate "no, please, I need you"

He drew out his fingers completely, feeling y/n clench as though he didn't want them to leave.

"shh it's okay, I'm just getting more lube."

Tate wiped off his fingers before hastily unbuttoning his baggy jeans. He had started getting hard the moment he had heard the breathy gasp of his name and by now his dick was fully erect. He chucked his jeans on the floor, yanking his other layers off and tugging down his boxers as quickly as he could. Y/n was looking at him with wide eyes and tate didn't know what to do other than to pull him into a messy kiss.

"I think it's gonna hurt a bit,"

"I don't care."

Y/n was still out of breath and trying to pull tate down on top of him causing a smile to grace tates face.

"gimme a sec babe. "

Tate grabbed more lube, rubbing it over his dick and y/ns hole before leaning over y/n and lining up.

"just lift your hips up a little- there you go."

It came out slightly strained as the head of tates cock slipped into y/n, the younger man clenching around him.

"fuck."

"that feeling ok?"

Y/n nodded, attempting to pull tate closer as the rest of tate slid in.

Finally fully sheathed tate couldn't quite describe the feeling, he was so tight it almost hurt but at the same time it felt so good.

"can you move, please"

"of course love."

Tate began thrusting sloppily, his energy making up for his lack of expirience. He moved his hand to grab at y/ns already messy hair.

This was so much better than fucking girls.

"tate I- can you,"

"I can do whatever you want baby, what is it?"

Y/n blushed, still panting out moans.

"can you bite me again, mark me,"

Tate barely let him finish his sentence, pulling his head up by his hair to latch onto his neck, nearly breaking the skin.

Y/n moaned so loud tate worried one of the other ghosts would think he was killing again, and a moment later y/n clenched, cumming over both of their stomachs. Tate managed one more stuttery thrust before cumming inside y/n, hearing him let out one last quiet groan.

"holy shit."

Tate could barely hear the words through the heavy breathing as he slipped out, curiously watching y/n clench around nothing.

"yeah."

"do you smoke?"

They both took a cigarette.

#tate langdon #evan peters #tate langdon x reader #tate langdon x you #tate langdon x y/n #Tate langdon x male reader #Male reader #x male reader #x male y/n #Ahs #american horror story #murder house #ahs murder house #American horror story murder house

[mauesartetc]

PSA regarding character design asks

For those of you who are new here, if you take a look at the "character design" tag in this blog's archive, you'll notice I post a fair bit about the subject, sometimes helping others improve their own designs. I love getting these kinds of asks, as working out design kinks is a fun challenge for me (despite urgent life shit delaying my response times. Folks who've sent me design asks in the past few months: They're in my drafts and I thank you for your patience).

But recently I received an ask that displayed some rather disappointing behavior, and I thought I'd take this opportunity to nip it in the bud. This isn't a callout post, and I'm not trying to sic the shame squad on this person. I just want to stress to all of you that this isn't okay.

The ask included an image of a character they drew and some brief paragraphs of background information. Typical fare for this kind of ask. Everything was fine until the last two sentences.

I have to confess that I shamelessly stole the [clothing article] from [someone else's character design]. But since [worldbuilding info related to a real-life thing the other person's design was based on], it made perfect sense.

I looked up the original design they were referring to, and sure enough, they had traced so much of it that half of their design wasn't really theirs. Because it "made perfect sense."

I'm going to say this in the most civil way I possibly can.

ANYTHING. Would have made more sense. Than art theft.

"But Maue, it's just part of a design, not the whole thing". Doesn't matter. Theft is theft. And I want to make it clear to everyone reading this that if you think it's in any way acceptable to rip off another character designer, my posts haven't taught you a damn thing. Frankly I'm a bit insulted that this person assumed I'd be complicit in this.

For the record, professional designers do NOT steal from others, or at least the good ones don't. They might be inspired by an existing design, but, importantly, they'll use other inspirations too, and put their own unique spin on it. It's just a starting point, not the final product.

They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but this ain't just imitation; it's the equivalent of copying another kid's homework in school. This is cheating. I've had one of my own characters shamelessly ripped off before, and there was nothing flattering about it. It just made me feel used, like a parasite had sucked me dry. I never want anyone else to feel that way, and I hope to God none of y'all do either.

Folks, if you want to design your own characters, do the research and actually design your own characters. It's really not that hard. Sure, the first attempts might look terrible, but at least they'll come by their shittiness honestly. Ugly art that tried has infinitely more charm than gorgeous art that didn't.

I'm sorry if this comes off as harsh, but I take this shit seriously. So please don't send me asks containing stolen artwork. I won't respond and you'll earn yourself a block. Fair warning.

Don't get lazy. You know better, so do better.

Thanks.

#psa #character design #asks #art theft

[barclaysangel]

Guardian Doll (part 1)

So no one commented on that post I made regarding if I should post this or not...but I did it anyway. I decided to post it just to see if there are people who would be interested on this story and want me to continue. I am already writing a second part, I'm still working on where the plot will go, but y'all are free to join me on this journey.

So please comment if you like this and/or want me to continue writing/posting this story! Comments really do help fuel my motivation so maybe I will write it but if enough want to see it, I will post it as well.

Anyway, thank you and enjoy :)

Word count: 624

Tags: @vi0lentg0d @streets-in-paradise (if you want to be tagged for future chapters, lemme know!)

Cecilia was exhausted. 

Physically, emotionally, you name it. Seventh grade was hell and school just drained the life out of her, sucked her soul dry, and she still had to walk home. 

Great. 

At least she would be alone on her walk. Where she didn’t need to deal with her classmates purposefully bumping into her, laughing at her. It would be a nice break from her parents being up her ass about her homework and being their own and only “perfect” child. 

Yeah, a break from all of that would be nice. 

Take what you want, take what you can, take what you please, don’t give a damn. 

The song played in Cecilia’s headphones, humming the lyrics under her breath as she strolled through the cemetery. It was a shortcut, a bit of a faster yet much more peaceful way to get home. She enjoyed the sense of serenity, the trees looming over her head and gentle breeze of wind surrounding her. 

But just then, something odd caught her attention. 

Ask for forgiveness, never permission. 

There was a doll sitting on the grass, alone. It wasn’t by a particular gravesite, it just sat there in the middle of the small field. 

Cecilia moved closer, crouching down in front of the doll and tilted her head to the side. It was a rather tall doll, probably would’ve been up to her knee had it been standing. It had blonde hair with black roots, wearing a white dress and black leather jacket with black heeled boots, painted black lips and dark eyeliner around its piercing green eyes. 

Overall, it was a fascinating style for a doll and something that Cecilia herself wouldn’t mind trying out sometime. 

Yeah, as if. Her parents would kill her if she walked around dressed like a doll. 

“How long have you been here, pretty girl?” Cecilia wondered out loud. It must have been some time, there were leaves on the doll’s dress, which she silently plucked away. After a moment of staring, she picked the doll up, smoothing back the soft blonde hair that almost felt real, and stood up. 

Take what you want, take what you can, take what you please, don’t give a damn. 

Cecilia walked further into the field near where she found the doll, wondering if this was a child’s toy that had been forgotten or it was placed on the grave of a deceased child and somehow been misplaced or moved. But judging by the names and birth and death date, there were no children tombstones. For some reason, only one tombstone that was closest to where she found the doll caught her attention but it belonged to an adult man. 

Charles Lee Ray. 

Well, whoever that was, Cecilia was sure that he wouldn’t have a doll by his grave, especially if he had been dead for about thirty years. 

To her, it seemed like the doll had no home. 

This was a very nice doll. If Cecilia sold her, she could probably get a lot of money for it. 

Or…

“How would you feel if I took you home, hm? I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfy.” She spoke to the doll with a little smile. 

Then, the sun shone and Cecilia noticed a gold necklace on the doll with a word written on it. 

“Tiff…” she read out loud, smiling more, “is that your name? Tiff?” 

Of course, the doll didn’t respond but she felt like she knew the answer. 

Finally, Cecilia readjusted her grip on the doll, Tiff, and she started walking home. She always liked dolls and it would be nice to finally get a new one after years. 

Besides, what could go wrong?

It’s in the blood and this is tradition.

#luna talks #admin #chucky #chucky 2021 #bride of chucky #tiffany valentine #original character #oc #cecilia carter #chucky fic #drabble #guardian doll #chucky drabble #chucky fanfic #tiffany the doll

[white-boy-of-the-year]

WBOTY's Chaotic Grammy's Recap

This is where I'll just compile all my thoughts :DDD. Feel free to rb with yours and what not but I love to hear them!!

Miley's "Flowers" performance was EVERYTHING. I was never a huge fan of the song but DAMN she really told the crowd to go fuck themselves, she knew she was there for a reason.

Ahem, NEW TAYLOR ALBUM????? WE LOVE TO SEE IT

TAYLOR/OLIVIA BEEF RUMORS SQUASHED, I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE :DDDDD

SZA's Kill Bill performance. That's it.

Trevor Noah was ACTUALLY FUNNY???? Like yes I knew he was a comedian but hosting gigs always seem to fall flat, but he did his homework and made humor out of respect for the artists, and I like that.

Fuck the Grammy's CEO. No elaboration.

Billie getting song of the year, ugh loved it. Genuinely thought she was getting record of the year but a win is a win. Loved seeing Finneas for classic white boy content /hj

I was hoping Olivia would win an award. Kinda sad that she didn't, GUTS really was that bitch and deserves its praise.

Ok maybe a hot take but I don't think boygenius deserved the best rock song award. Not because the song sucked. It was great in fact. It's just not... rock? It's alt, and it should've been nominated as such.

Literally why was Lizzo at the Grammy's, I thought we left her in 2023...

N e ways that's all I've got, lemme know what y'all thought! I was really rooting for SOS to win AOTY but I can't lie, one of my favorite things is to see petty dudebros and chronically online music theorists cry over Midnights even existing so... can't say I'm mad! Congrats to everyone! Except for that Grammy's CEO fuck him again 🍅🍅🍅🍅

#wboty #grammys #taylor swift #sza #olivia rodrigo #miley cyrus #midnights