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18+ MDNI, smut - bf!sukuna making you cum despite your antidepressant meds

you’ve been squirming in his lap for what feels like ages.

he’s got you spread wide open. messy. wet

your back arched. your thighs twitching. your hands trembling. you’ve already come close twice, but it never tips over. you feel your body begin to go tight with frustration.

sukuna doesn’t seem bothered at all.

in fact, he’s lounging on the couch like a king. fully clothed. large cock straining against his sweats.

and he’s smiling!

that smug, self-satisfied little curl of his lip. 

his thumb presses slow circles into your clit.

“this the meds again, baby?” he murmurs.

you nod. try not to cry. your voice is breathy and small. “i’m sorry.”

he clicks his tongue.

“nuh-uh. none of that. this pussy’s soaked. you’re feelin’ it. you just need the right push.”

you whimper. shift against his fingers.

“don’t worry, sweetheart.” he hums, all lazy and pleased. “i got you.”

nextt thing you know, he’s got you on your knees.

facedown, ass up and drooling into a pillow while he eats you out from behind like he’s ravenous. 

two of his fingers are curling deepinside. tongue pressed flat against your clit. his hand spreads you even wider.

when sukuna sees how wet you are, he draws out almost an animalistic growl. 

“fuck, baby.”

“look at that. all this for me? and you’re sayin’ you can’t come?”

you whine. shake your head.

he sucks your clit into his mouth. sloppy and obscene.

“nah, baby. you will. not stoppin’ ‘til i wring it outta you.”

you gasp when he adds a third finger. he crooks them just right and your whole body jerks.

“there it is,” he grins. “tight little spot right there, huh?”

you sob into the sheets.

he doesn’t stop.

next thing you know, his heavy cock is slapping against you wet cunt. once. twice.

fat head nudging your entrance. 

then, he’s splitting you open inch by inch. his hand tightly gripping the back of your neck. holding you down.

“relax, baby. let me in.”

you cry out as he bottoms out.

he groans. “fuck, you feel that? how deep i am?”

he ruts into you hard. the wet sounds of your bodies meeting echoes throughout the room. there’s no teasing now. just utterly determined and ruthless thrusts. his hips slamming against your ass. the kind of rhythm that makes your toes curl and your eyes roll back.

he knows your body too well.

he’s watching your every twitch, every gasp and chasing your orgasm down like it’s a manhunt. 

his fingers sneak down to rub your clit again. rough and fast. just the way you like it.

“c’mon. i know you’re close. fuckin’ take it.”

you’re trembling. overwhelmed. everything’s too much. and suddenly-

you come.

white-hot. legs locking up. mouth open in a silent scream.

your whole body spasming under him. 

he curses loud and manages to pulls out just in time. spilling his thick cum all over your lower back. panting like he just finished a goddamn triathlon.

after, he flips you over. kisses your sweaty cheek. wipes you down with a soft cloth and tucks you into his chest.

“told you i’d get you there,” he smirks.

you blink up at him, completely fucked-out and adorable.

he smirks. kisses your forehead.

“i always finish what i start.”

based on this request

A/N: i'm not 100% sure what it feels like with antidepressant meds and i researched a bit, but hopefully it's not too far off!!! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

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[littlebunnybigheartfics]

just a reminder for smut readers to not compare yourselves to what you read. at the end of the day it is porn and it still has tropes and stereotypes like any other.

if you can't go multiple rounds, or if you need more time, or if you have trouble finishing/can't finish at all, if you don't have big breasts or a small waist or birthing hips, if intimacy is intimidating, if you don't like the feel of penetration, if ur a virgin, if it takes more time for you to get wet, if you can't squirt, if you're not short and petite, if you have medical issues that get in the way, if ur a victim of sa or abuse. that is all normal and it does not make you less than. if you don't find a reflection of yourself within stories, that is more than alright. lots of it is escapism and glorified and porn trope adjacent and not a reflection of real life. you are perfect just as you are.♡

[sincerelystarry]

( ☆ ) . *  the one where you're showering . . . with wet hair dripping !!

m!reader x roommate!kurt kunkle — kurt kunkle masterlist

starry’s sweets — order #022

ask : “Large pomegranate cafe latte with a side of  coffee cake with oreo crumbles  and a shot of whiskey OOHHH WE GETTING FUCKED UP TONIIIGHT (im gonna fuck HIM tonigjt)” — @nozhdyved

summary : your roommate, kurt, has always been a bit weird. you chalked it up to a shitty childhood and him just generally being a loser. turns out, he’s a fucking murderer.

warnings : crossfaded kurt & sober reader, so kinda dubious consent?, pathetic loser kurt, slightly manipulative kurt?, reader moves past the fact that kurt’s a murderer a bit too fast, maybe reader’s also just a bit crazy who knows, kurt & reader freak it nasty off screen, PSA if your roommate turns out to be a murderer PLEASE call the cops instead of fucking him ok PSA over

word count : 1.5k

Your roommate weirded you out sometimes. Well, a lot of the time. He never got a bed frame, despite you offering multiple times that you’d gladly get him one. He doesn’t know how to vape—poor guy isn’t inhaling shit—but insists that he does, arguing whenever you try to correct him. He’s always recording, which is annoying when you’re in nothing but sweats and the frilly apron that your last roommate failed to take with her when she moved out while you try to make the both of you breakfast. 

To top it all off, sharing a wall with him is incredibly annoying. Not because he’s constantly banging girls—you don’t think he’s ever brought home a girl, much less actually have sex with one—but rather because he’s always streaming or gaming. Which, of course, means a lot of screaming about Fortnite or something of that sort at 2 in the morning when you’re trying to get sleep for your classes or work the next day.

There were a few pros that came from living with Kurt. The first being he paid for a portion of your rent, which was great. Another was that he was out of the apartment for most of daylight hours, and a good chunk of the evening, working his very shitty job as a Spree driver, which left you with some much needed peace and quiet for the majority of the day. You consistently wonder how he even makes enough to pay you for his share of rent. This also meant that, since driving people around is his job, you get free rides whenever you need, and he can always pick up groceries when you text him.

Despite him not working very late, he always ends up coming home around midnight, and is not quiet at all when he comes home. Sometimes with McDonald’s or Burger King, sometimes with the groceries you needed three hours ago and a case of beer. This is one of those nights, where you hear him tiptoeing into the apartment with excruciatingly little success. You’re not quite sure why he’s tiptoeing either, since all the main lights are on and you’re very clearly munching on snacks on the sofa, visibly awake.

Despite the sight, Kurt calls out a slurred “Did I wake you?” as the door clicks shut and you hear the thump of his shoes hitting the ground.

“No, I was already up, Kurt,” you answer simply, not turning to look at him yet. “Why do you keep coming home so late anyway?” 

“I get busy with… stuff,” he mumbles.

“What stuff?” you ask, now turning as you set your bowl on the coffee table. You pause when you fully, properly see him. He’s standing in the door way, completely covered in blood, as if he had just escaped a Saw trap. His shirt and jeans are soaked through, there’s smudges of it on his face, and his hair is crusted with the dark stuff. “What the fuck—”

“I— uh— got my period today?” 

“Kurt Kunkle you are an adult man with a penis. You do not get periods,” you state, standing slowly from the couch as the realization dawns upon you. He had just come home from work. There was news articles and tweets and posts everywhere going around just recently about an alleged Rideshare Killer that would murder their passengers. “Are you the fucking rideshare killer?”

“Are you a cop?” he asks in retaliation, clearly not in a right state of mind.

“What the actual fuck. Is this why you wouldn’t let me drink the water in your backseat? Because it’s fucking— poisoned or something?”

“Yeah. Uh-huh,” he nods blearily. “Hit the screw on the head. Poisoned.” He doesn’t seem to notice he got the idiom wrong. You don’t notice either, still freaked out by the fact you’ve been living with a serial killer for the past few months.

“Are you going to kill me?” You attempt to take a step back but bump into the coffee table. You’ve effectively trapped yourself, which really is just wonderful.

“You? No, never. You let me live here for really cheap. Would be on the street if it weren’t for you,” he says, shaking his head as he rubs at his eyes, only succeeding in smearing more blood across his face.

“Are you… drunk?” you ask, still terrified but a bit less so now.

“Uh-huh,” he bobs his head in a nod. “And high. Bobby had gummies so I took those before I came home. Shouldn’t have driven like this.”

“Kurt, you shouldn’t be killing people!” you counter.

“‘S a bit too late for that now,” he pouts. “Are you gonna get me in trouble?”

“I—” You know you need to call the cops. He’s killed people, despite his words you could be next. Calling the police would be the right thing to do. “I don’t know,” is what you say instead.

“Okay. Okay, good. You’re always so good to me,” he mumbles, stumbling forward a bit. 

“Go shower, Kurt. I don’t want blood on my carpet,” you say, not quite aware of the words leaving your mouth; not quite sure if everything happening around you is even real or if it’s just a fucked up dream. 

“Will you help me?”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s just— when the blood dries it gets all crusty and it’s so hard to get it all out on my own. Can you help. Just with my hair, promise.” The look he gives you is downright pathetic.

You can’t say no. 

“Yeah. Okay, let’s, uh, let’s go,” you say, your legs moving to the bathroom without you really realizing what’s happening. 

Kurt follows you, careful to not get blood on your carpet, and his crimson-soaked clothes get tossed in a corner of the bathroom, either to be washed or burned in the morning. “‘m usually not this messy,” he tells you, sitting on the floor of the bathtub with his knees up as you turn on the showerhead and test the water. “Just got… sad today, I guess.”

“Why were you sad?” you ask, starting to wash his hair. The water runs down his back, dyed red as it streams down the drain. 

“Dunno. Maybe it’s the beer. Maybe it’s my dad just bein’ a jerk,” he mumbles, sighing a bit as you start to work shampoo into his hair. “Keep doing that. Feels good.”

“Why don’t you just go no-contact with him?”

“‘Cause then I’ll have no one else,” he pouts. “‘m only doing the whole content creator thing ‘cause I want friends, y’know? My whole life it’s just been me and my mom but even then I don’t think we ever really had that mother-son connection you’re supposed to have. And Bobby wouldn’t shout me out on any of his streams ever, so I don’t think he was ever really a friend. So even though my dad’s a jerk, I still don’t wanna lose him, y’know?”

“Fans aren’t friends, Kurt,” you try to tell him.

“‘s all the same, isn’t it? They both give you attention, make you happy,” he shrugs.

“How’s this: If you promise not to kill me or hurt me, I promise to not call the cops and, well, I’ll be your friend. I mean, I’ve been your friend, Kurt. We’ve been friends for a while now.”

“We have?”

“I am actively helping you wash blood out of your hair. Would a non-friend do that?”

He laughs a bit, in a way you’d describe as a giggle, which is a slightly odd sound to hear from a twenty-something-year old man. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re friends. Pinky promise not to hurt you. Wouldn’t hurt you anyway, like I said. You let me live here for really cheap. ‘nd also you’re really hot, so, it’s all good.”

“What—?” you pause your motions of washing shampoo from his hair. 

“Yeah. You’ve been hot. But I didn’t know if you were into the gay thing, you know? Cause you don’t bring girls home but I never see you bring guys home either so I wasn’t really sure. So I never said anything. Not sure why I’m saying it now. Maybe ‘cause you’ve seen me naked now so what’s the point of hiding it anymore, right? Also don’t stop washing my hair. Feels nice.”

“Kurt—”

“Will you kiss me? Just once, just a small friend kiss. I’m just— I’m so sad and lonely and stuff. Please?”

You stare at him for a bit, conflicted. You really shouldn’t, but the way he’s sitting there, all soggy and pathetic and pleading, it stirs up something inside of your chest. His bottom lip sticks out in a pout and the shower head drops from your hand with a loud clatter, spraying water everywhere, soaking through your shirt and getting on the bathroom tile as your lips crash onto his.

It doesn’t matter that your shirt got wet because it’s quickly pulled off and tossed somewhere in the bathroom, along with your pants as you’re tugged into the bathtub with Kurt, neither of your limbs really fitting into the small space. 

You’re certain you’ll regret this in the morning. In the moment, however, you can’t find it in yourself to care that a serial killer’s got your dick in his hand and your tongue down his throat.

a/n: this is kinda shit. but your girl is really shit at writing m!reader. and also kurt kunkle i think. it ok.

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[miauiz]

[sukurena-deactivated20260124]

౨ৎ frat!sukuna changing his ways for you

he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it at first. ryomen sukuna—king of the frat, two-time campus menace, unofficial titleholder of “most likely to break your heart and not care”—starts showing up differently around you.

less noise. less bravado. less of the smirk that usually means trouble. you show up to a party once, wearing something cute, and his friends elbow him like always. “bro, go get your girl.”

but he doesn’t go over to flirt. he goes over to take your cup, sniff it, and grumble, “who gave you this? you don’t drink this shit.” then you watch him pour it out and hand you water like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

he stops hosting ragers on thursday nights because you have an 8am friday lab and he “doesn’t want people stomping around and keeping you up.” he says it casually—shrugging, avoiding eye contact—but not a single person in the frat dares call him out because the look in his eyes is dead serious.

and the girls he used to flirt with? laugh with? entertain when he was bored? he doesn't even dare to glance at them now. one of them touches his arm during a mixer and he physically steps back, muttering, “nah. don’t.”

everyone stares. you pretend not to notice, but sukuna notices you every damn time. the night it finally hits you is when you’re studying on the couch in the frat house, legs tucked under you, hair messy from hours of focusing. sukuna comes in from practice, sweaty, exhausted, probably starving.

old him would’ve grabbed a beer, teased you, maybe tried to drag you upstairs. but instead he stops in the doorway, eyebrows pulling together. “you eat yet?”

you shake your head without thinking. he groans under his breath like you’ve personally wounded him, then disappears into the kitchen. ten minutes later he returns with a plate of food, a bottle of water, and your favorite candy bar he steals from one of his brothers’ stashes.

“eat,” he says, sitting next to you.

“i’m not hungry.”

he glares. “don’t care.”

you laugh and lean into his shoulder without thinking. he freezes for half a second, then melts just a little, tilting his head so it rests against yours. “you’re different lately,” you whisper, teasing.

he scoffs, looking away. “no i’m not.”

“you are.”

he shifts, face serious now, eyes warm in ways you’ve never seen on him. “…maybe i just wanted to stop being someone you couldn’t take seriously.”

he huffs, rubbing the back of his neck like the confession annoys him. “i’m trying here, okay? don’t make it weird.”

you grin, reaching for his hand. “it’s not weird.”

he squeezes your fingers like he’s afraid he’ll spook you. “good,” he murmurs. “because i’m not going back to who i was.”

and you believe him. because men don’t change for no reason. but sukuna? he’s changing for you. slowly, stubbornly. sincerely.

© sukurena — do not copy, repost, or translate my work !!

[devoureddreaa]

“you’ll destroy each other”

likes and reblogs are appreciated, mls!

a mischievous smirk grew on his face, “no.” he spoke, “just visiting..”

god you wished the receptionist would hurry up.

“oh well uhm..” you gave him a light smile, “that’s—”

suddenly, a loud alarm started the blare in your ears..and a red light that hung from the ceiling begun to flash.

‘warning! armed patient had escaped solitary confinement. calling security to sector 23.’ is was echoed throughout the building.

“what the—”

“welp..” the man suddenly got up and raised his arms in the air, stretching himself out. “i’m not sticking around to find out what’s about to happen.”

he turned around, towering over you. “i know a shortcut outta here. you coming?”

maybe you were an idiot, but you didn’t feel like sitting around waiting for a receptionist who was probably taking a smoke break.

you were walking down a long hall with this mystery man, you didn’t even know his name.

“is this an emergency exit?” you asked.

“yes basically, you can call it that.”

the two of you kept walking in silence, minus the loud alarm that was still ringing in the background. and also…

you weren’t small, this dude was just huge. who the hell was feeding him?

you were of average, or above average height. atleast 5’8”.

meanwhile, he was like 6’3”..weird as—

“so..how you holding up?”

“uhm..” you clutched the resume closer to your chest. you didn’t know whether to feel safe or apprehensive. “fine, i guess?”

he chuckled, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“what’s funny.?”

he halted his walk..looking down at you. “nothing, i’m just surprised at how calm you are.”

alright.

now you were freaked the fuck out.

as you were walking, you moved yourself farther away from him. “shouldn’t i be?”

“any sane person would’ve freaked out by now.”

“you callin’ me insane?” your stupid accent was starting to slip out, but you didn’t feel like correcting yourself right at the moment.

“i didnt call you anything.”

you lip curled up and you rolled your eyes, “can you not gaslight me.”

“no need to get so defensive.” he smiled..weirdo shit.

“whatever.” you sighed. “i just wanted to get this job. now there’s a patient escaping and i’ll probably never get this opportunity again.”

even with the hair that was practically covering his face you could still see and feel his eyes on you. “you worried about an internship more than your life?”

weird…this is getting weird.

“i never told you i was an intern…”

he shrugged, “i may have overheard.”

weird weird weird—

alright..okay, you needed to chill out. but you could’ve sworn you didn’t see him anywhere around, or maybe you were psyching yourself out? you sighed softly, “if that’s how i go out, that’s how i go. at least i won’t have to pay off those debts…”

he smiled again..but this time is was abnormal bigger than the last few times. “what an interesting take…does it come with a straight jacket?”

“the hell? now i know you’re gaslighting me.”

that same smile stayed on his face, “what? no i’m not. you’re crazy, and no one’ll believe you.”

you two stared at each other in a tension filled silence as you two continued to walk.

“now i am gaslighting you.”

“very funny.” you deadpanned, deciding to just keep your eyes forward you saw the green exit sign getting closer.

unfortunately, he decided to speak up again. “you thought that was funny?”

you pulled the collar of your turtleneck, “no…i was being sarcastic.”

almost there. mere seconds away from going home, and finding a job somewhere else. or maybe you’ll just rot in your apartment and die alone, that sounds nice. right?

“hey! you two!”

shit.

you whip your head around to see a security guard standing a few feet away. “did you not hear the intercom?!”

your throat suddenly felt too dry to respond, but the lady cop wasn’t looking for any as she continued, “you two have to go through the main exit.”

you didn’t respond, and the guy you were accompanied with was silent as well. you built up the courage to peer over at him and you deeply regretted it. his head was down and there was this darkness that was surrounded him, it made you the evermore nervous.

“hello?” the lady called out, making you flinch.

that’s when he finally decided to raise his head and peer over her shoulder. and even behind the sunglasses the lady was wearing, you could see her eyes widen.

“ma’am.” she started, “step away from the patient.”

what?

…patient?

now you were completely frozen. this man was a patient? this was a institution for the mentally deranged, there was no way you were walking around…alone, with a patient.

a patient that…escaped.

no way.

the man turned around fully with a large smile, “cmon yuki…don’t describe me like that. you’re spoiling all the fun!”

yuki took a deep breath, “i think you’ve had enough fun for today…”

“put your hands in the air, suguru.”

suguru’s smile faded. he didn’t move at all, he stayed still with his hands in his hoodie pocket.

yuki quickly got irritated. at once, taking quick strides towards suguru while arming herself. “are you deaf?!” she yelled out, “i said, put your hands in the air!”

everything moved in slow motion…

it felt like you couldn’t move. couldn’t breathe.

yuki drew her gun quickly.

you closed your eyes, waiting to hear the gunshot.

but instead you heard….coughing?

you slowly opened your eyes…and gasped. the file you held slipped from your hands, the papers falling gracefully onto the floor.

blood began to seep out of the corners of yuki’s mouth…onto her white buttoned shirt. a knife sat in her throat.

suguru’s face was calm, deadpanned. but his eyes…his eyes had a deranged widening to them. also like his pupils were shaking for pure adrenaline.

he snatched the knife out of her neck, blood pouring out like a faucet…some getting onto suguru’s hoodie. yuki’s fell the the floor, life slipping away from her.

“tell me..” suguru spoke lowly. he turned and peered over his shoulder. his glance alone making you flinch.

“do you live by yourself?”

yoooo….2 year writing break. life was kicking my black ASS no like. but i’m back, permanently, i hope. anywho, love yall kisses byeeeee (if you saw typos, no you didn’t)

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[raysome]

In a world of AO3 warriors, I'm forever a Tumblr Trooper...

[devoureddreaa]

“you’ll destroy each other”

aaaah, im finally writing an actual fic! aren’t you guys excited?! idk, cause i know i am. also, sorry for my absence…been dealing with mental health and things but now i’m back!

synopsis: psychology was your thing. something about knowing what made somebody tick, what made them who they are was interesting to you. so, you got your degree and even doctorate in psychology and communications. you went on to apply for a job, not knowing what was in store for you.

cw/tw: ngl, i don’t know what warnings to put (mostly cause i’m writing this on a whim and off the top of my head -_-) but but but but but, i will put the warnings..and it’s also greatly appreciated if you all let me know of some. but be warned!!! and don’t say i didn’t warn you..

you skimmed over the waver one more time, making sure you hadn’t misread anything. tapping the pen that sat in between your middle and index finger onto the clipboard, the only sound loud enough to echo throughout the damn near silent facility.

you could call this place a ghost town, an eight year old would say it’s the backrooms. the lights made a faint buzzing sound, they also gave the surrounding reception area a gross yellow color. the place was also damn near empty, with only a few brown leather chairs to sit in…and the leather was starting to crack.

you shock your head, putting your focus back onto the paper that sat in your lap. you were given this at the front gate entrance of the building..this place must’ve had a lot of accidents. discarding that, you finally signed your name onto the small line.

felt like you were signing your soul away..

getting up and walking over to the reception desk, you placed the clipboard down onto the little edge of the desk.

“hey uhm, i’m here to see dr. fukuhara..” you mumbled out.

the red haired lady looked up from the computer monitor up to you. by the look in her eyes, you could tell she didn’t like her job.

“dr. fukuhara dosent have time for visitors.” by the tone of her voice, it made you want to look around to see if someone she didn’t like had walked in. but no, she was sadly talking to you..

you kept your composure, not letting your professional filter slip. “i have an appointment…regarding the internship you all posted about.”

the woman finally picked up the clipboard and looked over it. that surely piqued her interest, “right, ms. l/n. gimme a moment..”

she spun herself around in her chair, picking up the phone and clicking a few buttons. she let it ring for a moment before putting it back down onto the receiver. “huh, she isn’t picking up..” pushing her hair back in fustration, the lady got up and took a few steps before turning to look back at you.

“take a seat..i’ll go let her know you’re here.”

only zeus himself knew how long it’s been since she left.

you sat there with your resume in your lap, bouncing your leg from the ball of your foot. anxious habit.

“jesus, it’s quicker to get a job at a damn fast food joint.” you huffed out. then closed your eyes and actually took a deep breath so you could calm down, even then, the faint buzzing from the lights were starting to get on your nerves..

“hey.”

what the hell?! you’ve never flinched so hard in your life. you opened your eyes and looked up, being met with a rather tall male.

he was wearing a gray hoodie, black jeans..that seemed to have rips in them that weren’t apart of the design, with black sneakers. his eyes looked as if he hasn’t slept in months, also looked like they had a red tint to them. and his hair long, long as hell. the ends were split and it looked greasy, like it hasn’t been taken care of.

“nah— i mean, no..go ahead.”

were you small..or was he just huge? cause when he sat down his legs just…sprawled out. he was…oddly comfortable.

you looked around at almost anything, fiddling with the pages of your resume.

“come here often?”

his sultry, smooth voice spoke up..getting rid of the rather awkward silence that surrounded the both of you.

you looked over to him, “do you..work here?”

he mischievous smirk grew on his face, “no.” he spoke, “just visiting..”

god you wished the receptionist would hurry up.

first chapter, we’re doing it bitches. stay tuned… (if you saw any typos, no you didn’t)

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[maisy1111]

girls when they can’t find fanfics about the character they’re currently obsessed with :

(it’s me, i’m girls. i’ve already read them all)

[devoureddreaa]

this blog is very jjk infested, mb guys ;-;

[mclennonwasreal]

probably i just said it but i want to say it again:

- don’t apologise if you don’t know english.

- yes, english is the most common language on the internet but you are not forced to know it perfectly.

- your own language is beautiful.

- non-english people make a huge effort to write in English everyday on this website.

- support non-english people and don’t make them feel bad if they do not know English. 

- actually support all the languages.

- spread more language diversity on Tumblr.

thank you. 

[langsandlit]

Probabilmente l’ho già detto, ma voglio ribadirlo:

- non scusarti se non conosci l’inglese

- è vero, l’inglese è la lingua più comune su internet, ma non sei obbligato/a a conoscerlo perfettamente

- la tua lingua è bella

- i non anglofoni si sforzano molto ogni giorno a scrivere in inglese su questo sito

- sostieni i non anglofoni e non scoraggiarli se non conoscono l’inglese

- sostieni tutte le lingue

- sostieni la diversità linguistica su Tumblr

Grazie.

[athenastudying-deactivated20220]

Wahrscheinlich habe ich es schon gesagt, aber ich sage es nochmal: 

- Entschuldige dich nicht, wenn du kein Englisch kannst. 

- Ja, Englisch ist vielleicht die am meisten gesprochene Sprache im Internet, aber du bist nicht dazu gezwungen, es perfekt zu sprechen. 

- Deine Muttersprache ist wertvoll 

- Leute, deren Muttersprache nicht Englisch ist, geben sich jeden Tag die größte Mühe, auf dieser Webseite Englisch zu benutzen

- Unterstützt Leute, deren Muttersprache nicht Englisch ist, und macht euch nicht über sie lustig, wenn sie kein Englisch sprechen. 

- Unterstützt alle Sprachen

- Setzt euch für mehr Sprachenvielfalt auf Tumblr ein

Danke. :) 

[chiefoftherevolution]

- ne vous excusez pas si vous ne connaissez pas l'anglais. - oui, l'anglais est la langue la plus utilisée sur Internet mais vous n'êtes pas obligé de la connaître parfaitement.

- vos langue maternelle est belle.

- les non-anglophones font un effort énorme pour écrire en anglais tous les jours sur ce site.

- soutenez les non-anglophones et ne leur faites pas sentir mal s’ils ne connaissent pas l’anglais.

- supporte toutes les langues.

- Parlez de plus de diversité linguistique sur Tumblr.

merci :)

[whumpadork]

Ik heb het waarschijnlijk al eerder gezegd maar ik wil het nogmaals zeggen:

- Zeg geen sorry als je geen Engels spreekt.

- Ja, Engels is de meest gebruikte taal op het internet maar je hoeft het niet perfect te kennen.

- Jou eigen taal is prachtig.

- Niet-Engelstalige mensen doen enorm hun best om elke dag Engels te schrijven op deze site.

- Moedig niet-Engelstalige mensen aan en geef hen geen slecht gevoel over het feit dat ze geen Engels spreken.

- Eigenlijk, moedig alle talen aan.

- Verspreid meer diversiteit in talen op Tumblr!

Dank je wel.

[misszinc96-deactivated20221009]

Probablemente ya lo haya dicho, pero quiero volver a decirlo.

- No te disculpes si no sabes inglés.

- Es verdad que el inglés es el idioma más hablado en internet, pero no estás obligado a hablarlo perfectamente.

- Tu idioma nativo es hermoso.

- La gente que no habla inglés como idioma nativo hace un gran esfuerzo para hablarlo todos los días en esta página web.

- Apoya a la gente que no sepa hablar inglés y no les hagas sentir mal si no saben hablarlo a la perfección.

- Apoya todos los idiomas.

- Apoya la diversidad lingüistica en Tumblr.

Muchas gracias.

[achingpineapple]

也许我刚刚说过，但是我想再说一遍：

- 你不需要为不懂英语道歉

- 是的，英语是互联网上最普遍使用的语言，但是你不必毫无差错地了解它

- 你自己的语言是美丽的

- 非英语人士每天都在这个网站上很努力地写作

- 支持非英语人士，如果他们不懂英语，不要让他们为难

- 实际上，支持所有语言

- 在汤不热上传播语言多样性

谢谢

[korolevaa]

я это по-моему уже сказал ну я хочу сказать опять:

- не извиняйтесь если вы не понимаете английский язык.

- да, английский самый популярный язык на интернете, но вам не надо её знать отлично.

- ваш собственный язык прекрасный.

- люди которые не разговаривают по английскому языку сильно пробуют писать по ему здесь каждый день.

- поддерживаете других, и не оскорбляйте их если они не умеют разговаривать по английскиму.

- на самом деле, поддерживаете все языка

- позвольте большему количеству языков существовать на этом сайте.

благодарю. 💖

(извините за грамматические ошибки; русский не мой основной язык)

[mastreworld]

Jag har antagligen sagt det men jag vill säga det igen:

- be inte om ursäkt om du inte kan engelska.

- ja, engelska är det vanligaste språket på internet men du är inte tvungen att kunna det perfekt.

- ditt eget språk är vackert.

- icke-engelspråkiga personer gör en stor ansträngning varje dag för att skriva på engelska på den här sajten.

- stöd icke-engelspråkiga personer och behandla dem inte nedlåtande om de inte kan engelska.

- faktum är att du bör stödja all språk

- försök sprida mer språk-variation på Tumblr

Tack.

[shadowsinger11]

Вероятно го казах, но искам да го кажа отново:

- Не се извинявайте, ако не знаете английски.

- Да, английският е най-често срещаният език в интернет, но не сте длъжни да го знаете перфектно.

- Вашият собствен език е красив.

- Хората, които не говорят английски като роден език, влагат огромни усилия да пишат на английски всеки ден на този уебсайт.

- Подкрепяйте не-англоговорящите хора и не ги карайте да се чувстват зле, ако не знаят английски.

- Всъщност, подкрепяйте всички езици.

- Разпространете разнообразието на повече езици в Tumblr.

Благодаря!💕

[cherub1010]

prawdopodobnie już to powiedziałem, ale wspomnę raz jeszcze:

- nie przepraszaj, jeśli nie znasz angielskiego

- tak, angielski to najbardziej rozpowszechniony język w internecie, ale nie zmusza cię to do znania go perfekcyjnie

- twój własny język jest piękny

- osoby, których językiem ojczystym nie jest angielski, podejmują ogromny wysiłek, pisząc w języku angielskim na tej stronie

- wspieraj osoby, których językiem ojczystym nie jest angielski i nie sprawiaj, że czują się gorzej jeśli go nie znają

- wlasciwie, wspieraj wszystkie języki

- rozpowszechniaj różnorodność językową na tumblrze!

dziękuję

[irondadgroupie]

I’m going to use “official language” for this, anyone who knows Finnish knows that spoken and written are completely different

Varmaan jo sanoin tämän, mutta haluan sanoa uudelleen

- Älä pyydä anteeksi ettet osaa englantia

- totta, englanti on internetin yleisin kieli mutta sinun ei ole pakko osata sitä täydellisesti 

- Oma kielesi on kaunis

- ei-englanninkieliset ihmiset tekevät suuren teon joka päivä kirjoittamalla englanniksi tälle nettisivulle

- tue ei-englanninkielisiä ihmisiä äläkä loukkaa heitä, jos he eivät osaa englantia

- tue kaikkia kieliä

- Levitä kielten moninaisuutta Tumblrissa

Kiitos

[beebeebombam]

ฉันอาจจะพูดไปแล้ว แต่ให้ฉันได้พูดอีกครั้งเถอะ :

- อย่าขอโทษถ้าคุณไม่รู้ภาษาอังกฤษเลย

- ภาษาอังกฤษเป็นภาษาที่พบเห็นได้เยอะที่สุดในอินเตอร์เน็ท แต่คุณไม่จำเป็นต้องรู้ไปทั้งหมด

- ภาษาของคุณสวยงามในตัวของมันอยู่แล้ว

- คนที่ไม่ใช่คนอังกฤษนั้นต้องใช้ความพยายามอย่างมากในการสื่อสารด้วยภาษาอังกฤษในทุกวันนี้

- จงสนับสนุนพวกเขาและอย่าให้พวกเขาต้องรู้สึกแย่ที่ใช้ภาษาอังกฤษได้ไม่ดี

- สนับสนุนภาษาทั้งหมดด้วยใจจริง

- ช่วยเผยแพร่ความหลากหลายของภาษาให้กระจายออกไปในทัมเบลอร์

ขอบคุณ

[beautiful-basque-country]

Segur aski jadanik esan dut, baina berriro esan nahi dut: 

- barkamenik ez eskatu ingelesez ez jakiteagatik

- bai, ingelesa interneteko hizkuntza ohikoena da baina ez duzu perfektoki jakin behar.

- zeure hizkuntza ederra da.

- ingelesez ez dakitenek ahalegin handia egiten dute egunero webgune honetan ingelesez idazten. 

- lagun iezaiezue ingelesez ez dakitenei eta txarto ez sentiarazi ingelesez baldin ez badakite.

- hizkuntza guztiak benetan bermatu.

- indartu hizkuntza aniztasuna Tumblr-en.

Eskerrik asko.

[hattytheyee]

قبلا هم اینو گفتم اما میخوام دوباره بگم:

-اگه انگلیسی بلد نیستید عذر خواهی نکنید.

-درسته، انگلیسی رایج ترین زبان تو اینترنته اما مجبور نیستی که کامل و بی نقص بلد باشیش.

-زبان خودتون زیباست.

-افراد غیر انگلیسی زبان زیادی هر روز سخت تلاش می کنند که رو سایت انگلیسی بنویسن.

-افراد غیر انگلیسی زبان رو حمایت کنید و برای اینکه انگلیسی بلد نیستن تمسخرشون نکنید.

-در واقع از همه زبان ها حمایت کنین.

-تنوع زبان ها رو تو تامبلر ترویج بدین.

Was low-key nervous as hell writing this in my native language lol

[nerveguns]

Here’s another version but in the Arabic I know:

المحتمل أََني قُلت هذا الكلام من قبل ولكن اوريد أنا أقوله مجدداً :

-لا تتأسف إن كنت لا تعرف اللغة الإنجليزية

-نعم، اللغة الإنجليزية لغة مشتركة علي الإنترنت، ولكن أنت ليس مفروض عليك أن تعرفها تماما.

- لغتك جميلة.

-الذين ليسوا الانجليزيين يقومون بجهد كبير لكتابة الانجليزيه علي هذا الموقع.

- إِدْعَم من ليسوا الانجليزيين ، ولا تجعلهم يشعرون بسوء لأنهم لا يعرفون الانجليزيه.

-في الواقع إدعموا كل اللغات.

- إنشروا تنوع اللغات علي تامبلر.

شكرا 💝

Wow, this was a bit hard for some words.

[livinthe2060dream]

Poate deja am spus, dar vreau să mai spun încă o dată.

- Nu te scuza dacă nu cunoști engleza

- Da, engleza este cea mai comună limbă de pe internet, dar nu trebuie să o cunoști perfect

- Limba ta este frumoasă

- Vorbitorii non-englezi se străduiesc în fiecare zi să scrie în engleză pe acest site

- Sprijineste vorbitorii care nu sunt englezi și nu-i descuraja dacă nu știu engleza

- Acceptă toate limbile

- Susține diversitatea lingvistică pe Tumblr

Mulțumesc. ☺

[118sexen]

bunu büyük ihtimalle daha önce söyledim ama tekrar söylemek istiyorum

-ingilizce bilmediğiniz için özür dilemeyin

-evet ingilizce en internette en sık kullanılan dil olabilir fakat mükemmel bir şekilde ingilizce bilmek zorunda değilsiniz

-kendi diliniz çok güzel

-ana dili ingilizce olmayan insanlar her gün bu sitede ingilizce yazmak için büyük bir efor sarf ediyor

-ingilizce bilmeyen insanlara destek olun ve ingilizce bilmedikleri için onlarla dalga geçmeyin

-bütün dilleri destekleyin

-tumblr'da çeşitliliğini yayın

teşekkürler

[nutcasewithaknife]

నేను ఈ మాట చెప్పేఉంటాను కానీ మళ్ళీ చెప్పదలుచుకుంటున్నాను,

- ఆంగ్ల భాష రాకపోడం గురించి ఇబ్బంది పడకండి.

- అవును, ఇంటర్నెట్ లో ఆంగ్ల భాష మిగిలిన భాషల కన్నా ఎక్కువ వాడపడుతుంది, కానీ దానిని క్షుణ్ణంగానే వాడవలసిన అవసరం లేదు.

- మీ భాష అందమైనది.

- రోజువారీగా ఆంగ్ల భాష వాడని వాళ్ళు కూడా రోజూ ఈ వెబ్సైటు లో ఆంగ్లం లోనే రాయడానికి ప్రయత్నం చేస్తూవుంటారు .

- ఆంగ్లం రాని వారికి సహాయం చెయ్యండి, ఆ భాష రాకపోడం గురించి వారిని కించపరిచే పనులు చెయ్యకండి.

- అన్ని భాషలను ప్రోత్సహించండి.

- టంబ్లర్ లో భాషల వైవిధ్యం ప్రోత్సహించండి. ధన్యవాదాలు.

[headspace-hotel]

The rosetta stone

[vinrogue-deactivated20240905]

uraume is not a girl or a boy 😭 im begging ppl to realize they use they/them

[inklore]

this is your daily reminder to write that fic! who cares if it’s a dying fandom, bring it back to life! who cares if you only have a sentence, you’ll get there don’t give up! who cares if it’s a self indulgent fic, we love to see it! who cares if it’s an overdone trope, you’re making it unique in your writing style! who cares if it takes you a month to write a fic and then you dip, you’re still writing and sharing your work and that’s what matters! who cares if you write for yourself and never post it, you’re still writing and getting your ideas down and that matters just as much as if you posted it! just keep writing, you got this <3

[devoureddreaa]

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO !!

☆ “hardknock life, no annie!”

fics

stay tuned..

dabbles

☆ — “true story”

headcannons

stay tuned..

[devoureddreaa]

“true story”

so...eternal sunshine by ariana grande came out, and true story is top 3. (go stream!!! or listen to get the story. either way, it's getting streams :P). but we dropping back 2 back bangers, that's where it's @. hope you enjoooooy!!!

this is a true story about all the lies, he fantasied about you and him.

this is a true story about all the games..you know he plays.

you and megumi were basically, the star couple of your high school. everyone knew him, and everyone knew you; and everybody thought you two were perfect for each other.

and that’s what it was, it was perfect.

until it wasn’t.

until pretty boy here got way too ahead of himself like his father, and tried to play two ball games with one player. that player being himself.

he’d say he’d be out with friends, but he was actually out messing around around with a cheerleader.

megumi’s studying for a major test he has in a week? nah, he’s at a party making out with some girl in the corner.

meanwhile you were at home, thinking your perfect boyfriend was doing what he was telling you.

and when you found out the truth? it hurt, hell yea. but you really didn’t see the point in crying or being hurt, mostly due to the fact that you didn’t do much wrong. and there probably wasn’t anything you could do to prevent it. so, you just removed him on everything..without explanation.

staying with a cheater ain’t gonna happen to you.

it wasn’t what you wanted, nor was it what you needed.

“y/n, you cheated on megumi?”

“what?” you had just gotten to school, and you didn’t even get to rest your ass in the plastic chair before nobara hit you with that jarring sentence. “what are you talking about.?”

“he told everyone that you cheated on him, and that’s why he broke up with you.” your friend shrugged, “i dunno, none of my business.”

your eyebrows furrowed and your fist clenched. no fucking way he was doing this. your head turned to look over to see that megumi was sitting else where surrounded by his friend.

being consoled…

your feet moved before your brain could, and you were on your way over to him.

“yea man, she—”

“you little shit!” you grabbed megumi by the shirt collar and yanked him out of his seat. he could clearly see you were fuming. “you really going around telling people i cheated on you?!”

“cause you did.” megumi chuckled, “no need to get mad at the truth.”

you perked your head up and saw that the entire class was looking at the two of you. some even recording. you scoffed, and dropped megumi back down to where he originally sat. you realized what was happening, he was making you look like the bad guy by getting a reaction outta you in front of everyone. so even if you were to tell your side of the story, the true side, nobody would even try to believe you.

if he wanted you to play the villian, then you’d do that.

“i know how this goes, fushiguro.”

roll the cameras please! cause once the days started to roll, the lies that came out of megumi’s mouth got even more outlandish. it was like people were paying to see this, to see the scene that megun

“yea, she was a slut.”

“she fucked everyone on the football team, maybe even the basketball team with the way y/n is..”

“i doubt she’s a virgin, with the amount of guys i found in her phone.”

the shit almost made you wanna drop out of school. denying it didn’t work whatsoever, it was like everyone was brainwashed. it got to the point where you just started to accept it, and fed into his lies. you played whatever part you needed him too, and that came with spinning the story a bit.

“you’d find somebody else too, gumi’s head game was weak.”

“why would i stay with him when he fucks with cheerleaders? he probably contracted a disease.”

“eh, yuuji’s lowkey better anyways.”

the minute you started talking back, the minute megumi got his balls in a twist.

you closed your locker to look over and see one irritated megumi, “what?”

“what? don’t ‘what’ me, y/n! yknow what you’re doing!” megumi was one laid back person so seeing him start to raise his voice and his face get kinda red, it was laughable.

you shrugged, “doing what? playing my role?”

“what role—”

“look, if your gonna get mad at the truth. you should watch where you lay, fushiguro.”

you thought doing what he wanted would make him feel better. but it obviously didn’t, and it confused you, but you didn’t stop cause he told you to. you were fine being the one he loved to hate, megumi was bothered..and you weren’t.

the next girl he got with (and cheated on), he got caught. no matter how much lying he tried to do, the proof was concrete and undeniable. you explain your story at all, you knew what was true and what wasn’t.

everybody wanted to believe what they heard, no what they were told.

clap it up, clap it up. ya girl hasn’t disappeared for a month, no need for applause! i’m here all night! (LMFOOOAOA). but, love ariana. love, eternal sunshine. go stream it. hope you enjoyed, love ya baaaaiii!!! (if you saw any typos no you didn’t!!!)