#sitting on my puddle of tears

[blackkatdraws2]

Han Myungoh my wife

#damn it #why wasn't there more of him in the novel #I will cry tears #sitting on my puddle of tears #sopping wet and sad #i need to know what the heck happened to this guy #my skin feels so irritated because of how much i want to know more of this guy #i want to peal of my skin for him #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #han myungoh #orv han myungoh #han dareum #orv han dareum #my drawing museum

[adeledrinkscoffee]

what the fuck. just happened.

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #spoilers #these tags will be spoilers #you have been forewarned #what the actual fuck neil #why would you do that #i am distraught #how long until s3 comes out?? #are we just going to sit in a puddle of our own tears for a few more years??? #neil gaiman #you are on my shit list for making me cry #this season was so odd #SEASON 3 WHEN??? #we need resolution #this was extremely upsetting

[b1gwings]

hey so actually i can’t fucking take this anymore

#dndads #i wish i had the words to describe my feelings about that episode #maybe later…. rn i need to sit in my puddle of tears

[mothheart]

OCs as Horror Tropes

Tagged by @aikavasmanylives, thank you :") this was fun to do. Gonna throw them under a readmore so I don't clog the dash. Tagging @afarcry5fromstraight , @bunnymacjones & @nowhere302 ! And here's a link for the quiz:

Jasper - the sacrifice

a knife to your back is your first memory– it will also be your last. you cannot help but let things into your heart, such is your nature. time and time again, however, they hurt you and leave you to rot. but your heart remains open, and you continue to let more in. is it kindness, at that point, or is it sacrifice?

(Pounding my fists against a wall and weeping bc this is incredibly accurate for him.)

Solas - the monster

it was not your fault– at first, at least. you can not help being the way you are. and even if you could, would you choose to change? they met you with torches raised and screaming mouths, the only choice you had was to flee. but you will not stay away forever. they whisper your name in fear, and you will make sure you hurt them just as much as they hurt you.

Nova - the lover

love has brought you to this place, and it will not let you leave. fear clutches you, constricts you, and it will have you killed– and yet, it is still no match for the bounty of your heart. you will try as hard as you can to protect the object of your affections. evil is nothing in the face of your warmth. even if you are successful in protecting your lover, that does not guarantee your own survival. your heart has doomed you, but what greater death is there than dying for love?

(My darling Nova.... very accurate, again.)

Ghost - the ghost (haha. go figure.)

death is not the end for everyone. it certainly was not the end for you. something within you tethers you here, like a heavy chain, and keeps you from well-deserved rest. love, rage, hunger, fear– do you even remember what it was? you wander here, awake, and your body lies below, asleep. maybe someone will find your disturbed grave and grant you a proper ending.

Mason - the haunted house

decrepit and falling apart at the seams; time has not been kind to you, has it? termites have nestled in your bones, and stray cats find comfort in your sinews. you may be victim to time and erosion, but your abandoned corpse remains a refuge for unwanted things. vermin and ghosts thank you. what greater kindness can there be than offering shelter?

Isaac - the killer

was there ever a choice? maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. you surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. you are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt, and allow you to finally rest.

#aaahah this is right up my alley it was a lot of fun to do. i appreciate the tag tysm 😭 #all of these were pretty spot on so im just kind of sitting in a puddle of my tears #tried to not do A Ton just some of the ones im most fixated on rn 😭 #also isaac posting in 2023 again.... couldnt resist for this one #if anyone else would like to be tagged for these things or Not Tagged plsss let me know 😭 im just not very sure #oc: jasper #oc: solas #oc: nova #oc: ghost #oc: mason #oc: isaac #miles rambles #long post

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Started listening to this playlist on Spotify of songs that can be associated with Echo and

SOUND THE BUGLE BY BRYAN ADAMS???

YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY AT THIS SONG EVEN MORE THAN NORMAL?! 😭

•••

"As the seasons change remember who I used to be"

°°°

"I'm a soldier / wounded so I must give up the fight / there's nothing more for me, lead me away / or leave me lying here"

°°°

"Then from on high / somewhere in the distance / there's a voice that calls / "remember who you are"

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"You're a soldier now / fighting in a battle / to be free once more / yeah, that's worth fighting for"

•••

I could've put every line from this song here because it works so well but OUCH 😭

#if someone needs me i'll be sitting in a puddle of my own tears #🥲 #star wars #the bad batch #echo #arc trooper echo

[imagineitdearies-old]

My fav lucemond blog deactivated 😰😭

#i feel like I need a day of mourning #gonna call off work and just sit in a puddle of my tears #anyone know of other blogs who rec lucemond?? am I going to have to search the tag like a peasant now? #I hope nottodaythough is okay 😔

[elitehoe]

MAKING ME WATCH BCC LOSE 2 WEEKS IN A ROW IS DESPICABLE TK...

#I'm sitting in a puddle of my own tears #BRYAN LOSING TO DANNY AND YUTA LOSING TO JERICHO IM SICK #crying and crying and crying #blackpool combat club #aew #aew lb

[nulfaga]

DARK PAGE. not me being reduced to tears by a star trek episode.

#deanna troi baby you are so strong i would dissolve into a puddle of tears & sit in my moms traumascape w her forever #tngposting

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#i need to just sit down and not stand up until this phd proposal is written #i cant focus. im too tired #literally its only one page and the topic is cool as fuck. not that hard to write #but im tired 😫 and ive got other things i also have to do #ugh im too deep into my burnout phase #i think abt the past version of myself and it makes me tired. u do work all day then happily go transfer algae for 3hrs? how? #i say happily but thats a lie. i sometimes walked into the building on the verge of tears. but like i still did it so idk #sigh... i just need to get thru applying to places and pray that they all accept me so i can choose where i wanna go #im just so tired tho. #photosynthesis! fucking the power to harvest the suns energy! god i wish that were ne #me. just throw me into a puddle of ooze. let me be reclaimed by the cyanos. i dont wanna take measures on them anymore #not with the machines i have now. im not strong enough. idk i think something irreparably broke on my head in the spring #last time i was taking measurements and im gonna have like 3 months straight worth of samples. which given my track record. does not bode #well at all. but maybe itll be fine. maybe i wont drive myself to the edge of sanity #we have 2 sampling trips pending in the next 2 weeks. im v nervous abt the 2nd bc im worried itll be idaho all over again #everytime i do field work now i feel like im losing my mind. somethings broken and i dont kno how to fix it #let this be a lesson kids. dont overwork urself. dont push and push until u collapse #bc all the color drains from the world and suddenly ur just doing things that feel pointless #ugh. i should sleep. but my brain wont let me #maybe ill just lay down all day tomorrow. maybe maybe maybe #unrelated

[okordinaryish]

we got an entire episode dedicated to their love :(

#im a mess actually #im sitting in a puddle of my own tears #tlou hbo #tlou hbo spoilers #kat.txt

[arrow-guy]

I need a nap and for someone to bundle me up in a big hug

#erin rambles #i have been on the verge of tears since saturday #and i feel like im just gonna break down into a sad little puddle in the next couple of days #i need someone to cuddle me or something and im bad at expressing myself #what else is new #unfortunate that im fuckign sadposting again instead of finishing those fics thatve been sitting in my wip folder for months on end

[thewritingduck]

Your ask button says you don't bite - is that because you are holding the knife in your teeth? Will you stab me instead? O.o

😈

#the duck answers #My knife is made from angst and I am sitting in a puddle of the tears of my readers <3

[rowarn]

simon smoking while u ride him ):

afab!reader, blowjob, throat fucking tbh, simons a tease, alcohol (he was drinking), cum facial, cum eating i'm so sorry, u ride him while he smokes yeah — MDNI

the empty glass of bourbon sat on the night table, the leftover ice slowly melting into a watery puddle at the bottom.

but cleaning up the glass was at the very back of both your minds, you truly couldn't think of anything else except the stretch of your throat around his hard, heavy cock.

precum mixed with the bourbon that still lingered on your lips from when you kissed him.

simon almost always had a drink before bed, something to help slow his mind and relax him. tonight, however, he just looked too good to resist.

shirtless, legs spread as he leaned back against the headboard. you had greedily palmed at him and kissed him until you felt him chub up against his thigh.

you were swallowing him down before either of you knew it. with the alcohol coursing through his veins, he was much looser and louder than he usually was. he tilted back with his pretty, brown eyes rolled back in his head when you messily swirled your tongue around the head.

you were drooling but you didn't care, spit dribbling down his length and dripping down to his balls.

a strong hand gripped the back of your head and you heard him let out a low chuckle, "you wanted to suck my cock, love, go ahead and take it all."

you relaxed your throat and let him push your head down at the same time that he jerked his hips up, sheathing himself in your throat. you gagged, reflexively trying to pull back but his firm grip kept you there.

"easy, darlin'," he coos, "just relax and breathe, it's alright."

you blink away the tears that gather in your eyes from gagging, not caring that they fall down your cheeks and mix with the spit coating your lips and chin. you glance up at him through wet lashes to see his lip tucked between his teeth and his chest heaving from the pleasure before you suddenly swallowed around him.

his back arched a bit before he let out a choked moan, "oh fuck!"

he held you down around his cock, writhing and moaning brokenly as you swallowed and sucked him before he suddenly releases you and lets you come back up. you don't stay detached from his cock for long before you're taking him back in comfortably, moving your head up and down, slurping and moaning around his length as you stroked the rest of him with your hand.

cupping his balls, you gently roll them in your hands before his hand suddenly slaps down against the bed with a cry of pleasure.

"fuck, fuck!" he whines, tugging your mouth off of him.

you continue to stroke him through his orgasm, flinching when his cum splatters over you, dripping down your neck and chest. you lick a stray drop off your lips and release your hold on his cock, watching as he twitches and pants through the aftershocks.

but his hard on doesn't flag in the slightest, still twitching and hard against his stomach. you straddle his waist, dragging your dripping folds along the messy length of him.

gripping the base, you hold the tip against your entrance and slowly begin to sink down. your eyes are locked onto the way he disappears inside you, the stretch stinging and making you whine.

the click of a lighter is what finally drags your gaze away from the lewd image of his cock stuffing you full. you look up in time to see him toss the lighter haphazardly somewhere in the bed before he takes a long drag of his cigarette.

"s-simon..." you whine, feeling your cheeks burn at the sight of him leaning back so casually, just smoking as if you weren't sitting on his cock all wet and needy.

"go on, love," he smirks crookedly at you, "use that cock, sweetheart."

you clench around him, finally fully seated with every single inch buried inside you. you can feel him throb, lidded eyes focused completely on you as he takes another drag, blowing the smoke away from you.

you lean forward and pull him in for another kiss, the familiar taste of bourbon and cigarettes making you whimper. your hips slowly move, grinding back and forth to stir his cock within your walls as you get lost in the kiss.

his free hand grips your hip, kneading and stroking the skin there in encouragement. when you pull back, he dips his head down and drags his tongue through the mess of his cum on your chest and up your neck, collecting it in a puddle on his tongue before he's kissing you again.

the lewd sight of him eating his own cum has you gripping his shoulders for stability before you slowly begin to bounce on him - still locked in the kiss, tasting the bitterness of his cum on your tongue as well.

he pulls back to take a drag of his cigarette again, reaching over to the table to tap the ash away, gaze never leaving you as you bounce yourself on his cock.

"f-fuck, simon!" you squeal when you angle your hips just right and he hits that gooey spot inside that makes you gush messily around him.

"fuck, that's good," he groans, eyes rolling back at the same time he lets his head fall back against the headboard, "usin' that cock so well, sweet one."

you bring one hand down and find your clit, circling and tapping your fingers against the tender little bud as you continue to rock your hips. your thighs are burning and you're panting like you've run a marathon but you can't stop when your orgasm is so close.

simon sits there, cigarette almost done, offering no assistance even though you know he can tell you're starting to struggle.

"cum for me, love," he coos, "let me feel it."

your head drops to his shoulder as your orgasm finally crests. you fuck your self on his cock through it all, every twitch and clench and tremor. you cry out his name, eyes rolling back as you drool on his shoulder.

you come to slow roll before stopping completely, still completely seated on his cock before you lean back to look at him.

he loves that dazed, cumdrunk look on your face and can't resist grinning, taking one last drag of his cigarette before putting the bud out in the ashtray.

"that looked like a good one," he teases, "startin' to think you don't really need me to do anythin' to make you cum your little heart out."

"please, si," you whine, rocking your hips minutely once again as the urge to get truly fucked by him grows.

"nah, love," he pecks your lips when you pout, "why don't you use this cock again and cum nice and pretty so i can really watch."

#simon riley smut #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #ghost x reader #cod x reader #cod smut

[mothheart]

was hoping my migraine would Magically go away on its own but it hasn't Of Course and I finally took headache medicine but my head feels like it's going to maybe explode and I feel like an idiot again

#sitting in a puddle of my tears waitinf for the kedicine to Maybe work #im so tired of getting migraines #miles rambles

[jyoongim]

ALASTOR X READER

~Anyway you want me baby~

Taking Angel’s Poison and giving it a spin.

Porn with no plot? Slight Degradation kink. Pet play. Orgasm denial.

You made your choice to deal with the devil and now you’re at his mercy

No one knew why you were always with the red demon. When the Radio Demon came back from his ‘sabbatical’ he had a pretty little thing by his side.

If people saw you, Alastor wasn’t too far behind.

There were many rumors.

many think you were just his little errand girl.

others thought you were the reason he was gone.

but oh…how wrong they were…

You were a poor, underpaid, and abused dancer. you had met Alastor when he had dealt a deal with Husker in the club you worked.

he had peaked your interest when you witness him strip Husker of everything.

he had power. Power was the only thing in this damned place that got you anywhere.

and you wanted that power.

with his help, you could be and have anything.

and so you made the mistake approaching him.

“I want to make a deal” you said confidently.

his sharp smile widened as he quirked an eyebrow at you.

”what would you give me my dear?”

You couldn’t offer him money. So you took a deep breathe and gave him your best flirty smile “I’ll be yours. Anything you want”

his clawed finger caught your chin, angling your face to bring his face closer “you sure about that my dear?”

you nodded and just like that; you had struck a deal.

but this deal wasn’t what you thought.

you thought maybe he would have you do his bidding, or request you do weird shit.

No.

Alastor had found you mildly amusing that you would willingly strike a deal with him. So he took it upon himself to make a special deal with you.

“What a pretty pet you make dear”

your jaw was aching as you swallowed his dick. You whined at his words. You had been doing this for hours and practically had a puddle of your slick underneath you.

Alastor was sitting above you, leg on your back and purred as you gagged when he pushed your head down further.

you looked so pretty with your lips wrapped around him.

he held you fast in place with your leash wrapped around his hand.

feeling your momentum slow, he slide out of your throat with a pop.

he wrangled you til you were in his lap. The sound of static hummed in the air as he positioned you right above his spit covered dick.

You whimpered in embarrassment as he toyed with your throbbing clit.

he chuckled as your hips sought after his fingers before pushing you down onto his member.

you hissed at the inrustion and let out a moan as he slowly bounced you.

he tilted his head, watching your pretty face contort in pleasure.

“Who said you could feel good dear?”

you gasped as he set a rough pace. You felt the leash tighten around your neck, restricting your breathing as he mangled your insides.

”A-Alastor!”you cried out as he hit that sweet spot inside you.

all you wanted was relief.

his smile was vicious “do my pretty pet want to cum?”

he had asked you this multiple times and you knew what the result was going to be, but frantically you nodded as you hoped he would give you mercy.

but what fun would that be?

Alastor chuckled deeply as he thrusted harshly inside you.

he loved how pliant you were.

you would do anything to please him just to get some relief.

unfortunately for you, that just wasn’t how things were.

he decided when you got pleasure.

he let out a growl as he felt your inside clench around him

”don’t you dare”

you felt tears well in your eyes. You wanted to be good.

but fuck it felt so good.

you let out a high pitch whine when you felt that tight coil in your belly.

”please please please please” you begged.

he flipped you onto your belly and pulled the leash tight, wringing your head back, causing you to gasp as he hovered over you.

Admits his harsh thrusts he placed a soft kiss to your forehead

”how you want me dearest?”

your eyes clenched as he quickened his pace

You were so close.

he hummed and before that coil could snap…

he pulled out and you felt the warmth of his cum spilling on your ass.

you groaned and glared at his smiling face.

he scooped a little off your ass and smeared your lips

”lets try again shall we?” You sucked his fingers clean and whine when he released your leash enough for you to turn around and with only the thought of being able to cum, you spreaded your legs for him again.

Alastor’s ever sharp grin widened at you.

”and how do pretty sluts like it dear?”

“Any way you want baby”

what a good little pet he made you…

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #smut #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x reader smut #alastor smut #alastor x y/n

[crowshoots]

@wraythic said — " you're not doing this alone. "

ㅤㅤit's a sweet sentiment, but the instinct is to think: well, that's not true. which is a rude enough thought, made much ruder by the fact that it's vaguely aimed towards inej, and jesper about mentally slaps themself on the wrist for it.

ㅤㅤjesper could take on their messes. there's a lot of them, unfortunately, but he could deal with it. the problem is only ever when other people got dragged into his mess, got submerged up to the knees with whatever trouble he has on his heels this time, and that's when all the guilt sets in.

ㅤㅤit would be easier for jesper to deal with it all alone. he'd prefer it that way, actually, and that's why they thought what they did. this is their debt, their mistakes alone coming to bite them in the ass, but -

ㅤㅤsaints, who is he to argue with inej? and how many times have him and her exchanged looks over kaz's back, hating how he preferred to keep them in the dark? there's that childish part of them, too, that wants her there. her grounding, her anchor, her safety, although it won't suddenly right all the things jesper's done wrong.

ㅤㅤshe turns her head towards inej and reaches out her hand, an open invitation for inej to place hers in theirs if she can do it. jesper would squeeze. " i don't want you getting tied up in all my debt, " he starts, then blows out a breath. " but i think i'd really appreciate you and all your wisdom by my side while i sort it all out. "

#. sits and cries in a puddle of my own tears #jesper is such a hot mess of complexities in terms of wanting inejs help but also NOT wanting her help but in the end #they just want her companionship. her shoulder and her heart and her head as reassurance #as someone he loves -v- #god. i love them #this got SO FAR AWAY FROM ME BUT I LOVEEE THEM #wraythic #facts are for the unimaginative. / ic. #when the bullets start flying. / v. main.