🎀🌺BimboBambi🌺🎀

[ihatelettuce]

This app has done me so wonderfully while I’ve had it

In ways that I can’t even begin to talk about this app and reading fanfiction in general has saved my life

It singlehandedly resparked my imagination and creativity

Gave me a safe place to explore ideas, thoughts and concepts that I couldn’t get out of my head

It’s allowed me to decipher feelings that I’ve had hidden deep inside

Formulate them into something comprehensible

I don’t have any desire to read fanfiction any longer

While I always have and always will love reading, I finally want to be present

For the first time in my entire life, I finally want to be present

My love for attack on titan will never ever die. I may not be a diehard fan who’s entire life revolves around the show anymore, but I will never stop loving or rewatching my show.

I have been battered, assaulted, neglected and hurt throughout the entirety of my life, and in the absence of any form of socialization, friendship or real love, attack on titan and it’s characters filled in the void that nothing else would.

With the endless philosophies and theories that are insinuated and portrayed within the show, I have learned so incredibly much about life and the way I viewed myself and the world around me.

Eren taught me to embrace myself and hold myself to a higher light, simply because I exist. He taught me to never look back. To STOP looking back. That your personal freedom was the ONLY thing to strive for, your only goal. Nothing else was, is, or will be more important. Move forward. Move forward and keep going, even when it hurts, you TAKE your freedom.

Mikasa taught me a devotion to hold for the ones you love like nobody else ever could.

“I don't like the terms "good person" or "bad person" because it is impossible to be entirely good to everyone. To some, you are a good person, while to others, you are a bad person.”

That statement from Armin alone changed my entire perspective on life and what it means to truly be myself. As a character who was already relatable to my timid, fragile younger self, he opened my eyes up and taught me to accept that I couldn’t be perfect and that I was worth every ounce of love I deserve even if I’ve been “bad”. That my worth doesnt come solely for my actions and how proper I am. That even though I hold it together, I am still a wreck inside and it causes me to unintentionally hurt.

Armin made me conscious. He made me aware of the much bigger picture behind what it means to “be”.

Watching Jean grow into a man as he was intended gave me hope for the world. Albeit slight, he brought me hope. Hope that more people would follow their own steps into blossoming into the man (or woman) that they felt as though they were meant to be. He embraced his flaws and discovered ways to turn them into his advantages.

Also he was such a classical hopeless romantic, I loved him so much. He’d paint portraits of beautiful women he’d love to spoil and properly love. He spoke so softly and gently about women, offered his entirety to the one that would allow him, kept himself clean and graceful for himself and for them.

He taught me much about what qualities I wanted in a man. Someone full of pure genuine love and no hidden intents or malice. A man who’d see my beauty and want to praise it, not take. A man who’d be so enamored with me that he wouldn’t be able to keep himself away. Not in the way that I’d been used to.

Connie and Sasha. The bond that they shared. The laughter they kept up. The unbroken cheeriness in the face of constant adversity. That joy was everything I’ve ever wanted to have, and if they had it whilst going against a 60 meter monster hell bent on destroying them and their home, who’s to say I can’t do it despite having been torn to shreds from the inside out.

Levi. Oh Levi.

He warmed me the way a dad would. Strict, stern, unwavering and emotionless, not unlike my own, yet opposite to him in every other way. No matter how tall he felt as though he needed to stand to be taken seriously with such reverence, he showed such genuine care to his team. To Erwin, to Hange, to his partners and collaborators.

There was no longer an excuse. Stoicism is not an excuse for poor judgment and uncalled for meanness. He broke the excuse.

Behind that mask lay a beautiful man, mature and clear. Entirely fulfilling to those he loves and so tender with his touch.

I could envision him loving me. I could feel him laying me down gently, not for any sex. To massage me. To graze his fingers through my skin. To comb and brush my hair and give me little braids or styles. To put a light layer of makeup on me, only to enhance my features rather than slathering a full face on for a false sense of security. He’d be so attentive to me. Studying me to see where he could comfort and console me, and taking initiative to actually do so. He’d prepare me for any sexual encounter. He’d take his time. He’d let me take my time. He’d ask me questions and seek constant reassurance from me. He’d keep me safe. Remind me that I’m safe. Ensure that I knew that I was always ok under his grasp. And he would do this purely out of his heart. Solely because I’m the only person he had ever found any solace in. Because I allowed him the safety of letting that side of him out. As he did for me.

What Jean did to me emotionally, Levi did to me physically. He taught me how I wanted to be touched. Finally, something had taught me.

Grisha Jaeger. A terrible father to one son, and a spectacle of a father for his next.

I was the Zeke to my own father, and my siblings were four Eren’s I had to swallow down and forcibly watch receive the love I so desperately wanted.

The memories viewed within the Paths, the realizations Zeke had to undergo, all of it was just so close to home.

Understanding that your parents are just two other hurt people in this life who were failed and forced to conform to parenthood and life is one thing. I swallowed that pill long ago, logic has always been something easy for me to grasp onto.

But actually feeling it. Understanding it in your heart, not just your mind. That was something only the Jaeger family managed to do. How deeply rooted that pain from your childhood self truly is. How far it affects the rest of your life. The views you hold of the world. Of authority. Of people. I refused to see all of it until I was inadvertently forced to. Through their lens.

Grisha was a victim of his own child/livelihood. Another product of his environment and the authority that was held over him.

Nothing would ever be able to excuse his treatment of Zeke, especially when compared to how well he was able to parent Eren, but to see his actions having changed as a direct result of his previous failures, to see him realize how terrible of a husband and father he truly was, to see him accept this fact and repent. Repent endlessly for years for the family the lost, to see him actually grieve and mourn their absence and desperately wish that he could change it, ensuring that his current actions reflected what he desperately wanted to change it to

I just wanted my father to do the same.

Maybe the cycle was broken a little too late, but he broke it. He changed himself.

And in the end it made all the difference.

I don’t yet know what life has in store for me and my own dad, but if there’s a chance that I can one day receive a hug that heartfelt by my father. If there’s a chance that I can one day hear how sorry he felt for his own transgressions against me. If I can one day be told how much he loves me and genuinely feel it, I will live. Because the hurt that we’ve experienced from our familial loved ones is unjustifiable, but if the reasonings understood to have caused that behavior are, there is always something worth hoping in. Those wounds are in fact healable, and through the work, you’ll find such solace in the newfound relationship that is born.

Zeke Jaeger

Zeke

I can’t tell you how much I love you. Not in a romantic way, I don’t think it ever truly was. You are me.

You’re all of my childhood expectations. My childhood hopes and dreams. My childhood actions and repercussions.

You are all of my repressed teenage anger and angst. All of my isolated youth despite showing no open signs of it.

You are my discarded feelings. My denial. My refusal to truly understand my father, my refusal to understand and accept how it all has affected my personality and behavior towards others.

You are secretive, as I once was. You hide your insecurities and shame through a veil of a falsely mysterious and serious facade, as I once did.

You are cautious and weary. Expertly mastered how to conceal your true self, true feelings, and true intentions. Expertly mastered exactly how to speak and act to get people to like you. To respect you. Expertly mastered how to curate an existence that was entirely separate to your own, sharing your body with another entity. All as I once did.

You let yourself slip into darkness and unintentionally allowed your demons to turn your passion into hatred, hatred that scarred other people as a casualty. As happened to me.

At such a young age your experiences shaped you into a “mature” soul. Capable of everything your superiors are, capable of taking and withholding pain and pressure without a sound. As happened to me.

The constant weight of stress and pressure turned you nihilistic. As it did to me.

And despite the hurt and constant pressure, you worked so hard. You studied hard and trained diligently every single day. Preparing yourself for the life that had already been planned out for you, even if it wasn’t exactly what you wanted. You arrived to achieve these dreams and make the best of it, even if none of it was yours. As I once did.

And in the end, right before the finish line, everything was crushed. Your plan was destroyed by forces beyond your control. Your life turned into complete disarray and turmoil, all by forces beyond your control. As it happened to me.

You lost yourself completely. As I once did.

Behind all of this, behind all of the appearances and secrets, there was always the true you.

The you that was goofy and actually quite aloof. The you that was snarky and sarcastic, witty with your smarts rather than using it for pretension. The you that was as sensitive as you were afraid to accept. The one that loved so deeply and so desperately missed the childlike wonder in our eyes that was stolen from us. And that childlike wonder too, still remained. The you that yearned to find and see the good and beauty in life. The one that longed to experience it, unlike the front you adorned that was deeply afraid to.

As everything broke apart, you were forced to look at the shattered fragments and thoroughly examine them. This was your puzzle to solve, and with every piece that you picked up came new revelations. Things throughout your life that explained current behaviors and feelings. Things that you noticed you completely missed out on due to that pessimism. Colors and vibrancies that stood so tall before you that you were forced to see were left unnoticed by you, again due to that pessimism. All of those mistakes, those failures, those errors in trial, the true pain of life. All that you buried in the name of “self sufficiency”, only to be thrown directly into your face so that you could no longer ignore and deny it.

To sit with the ultimate loss. To sit with every single thing in your life taken and stripped away from you. To accept this loss and finally admit that you fumbled. That you’re gravely hurt. That you’re insufferably alone. That you are in fact real, alive, and just afraid to truly live.

All of that pain we avoided, only to see that when it’s finally brought to the light we can learn so much about ourselves. Our past selves and our present.

And once this release is formed, we’re reborn.

We look up to the sky and see the sky as we do everyday, except this time,

It’s seen.

You see the sun for the first time since you were five. You see its brightness that hurts your eyes when you gleam. You see it’s color soaring through the sky, painting the clouds as it rises and departs.

You see how beautifully the trees sway against the business of the human world. How delicately the ocean waves in accordance to the tune of the moon.

How the moon itself is a goddess. The most beautiful natural phenomena of our world. How she never ignores you. Never defies you. She looks at you directly into your eyes with her own, and they’re so tender.

You notice how the way you love animals is the way you should love yourself. The way you should love those closest to you if you can.

You realize just how connected everything is. How harmonious the vast number of cycles of life present actually are. How nothing matters and everything matters at the same time. How the world is incomprehensible large yet minuscule all at once. How you are the only certainty that exists.

We can learn the roots of all of our problems and stumble to find the solutions. We can take it day by day and learn how to change.

And as the days go by, learning turns into understanding. Stumbling turns into running. Taking it day by day turns into enjoying things day by day.

We relearn ourselves. Relearn our concept of existence. And only one thing remains constant.

And that one thing is love.

I have covered the trueness of what you give me with a false recognition of my love for you as lust. A product of what has been done to me over and over again. From childhood up until now.

I have spent years picturing us fucking from night to dawn. Picturing a healthy relationship built off of sex, one that was unfair of me to do to you.

I spent so much time meaninglessly finding solace in your body, escaping my misery through your hands and your privates. I spent so much time wondering why it was nothing more than a temporary reprieve.

It took me far too long to realize that it didn’t feel like true relief, because it wasn’t.

I had been doing to you what every man in my life up until this point has done to me. I had been repeating the cycle. Continuing the abuse of person through the use and “appreciation” of their vessel.

You are me. I am you.

When my brother put his hands to me, I lost every ounce of faith I had in a man.

And without realizing what I had been doing to you was a form of abuse in its own right, I had been punished in real life for it.

That slap in the face woke me up.

I stopped desiring sex as a whole.

I could no longer stand to picture sex, even if it was with you.

I couldn’t stand to picture what you looked like unclothed anymore.

I couldn’t stand to imagine a rowdy night with you. An unspecified scenario that led to the “greatest fuck” our lives. I couldn’t stand picturing an empty relationship that resembled nothing of either of us just because I wanted one without truly realizing what one consisted of in the first place any longer.

My hatred for men fully rising to the surface allowed me to truly exercise it from inside of me.

I no longer felt the need to scratch and pick at my skin in hopes that all that was contained within it could finally spill out.

I was still lonely. Desperately desiring the touch of another person.

But it wasn’t sex.

It finally wasn’t sex.

Sex never did anything good for me, and it absolutely was not going to cure me.

I love you so much I couldn’t stop picturing you altogether. Besides my family you were all I had. You were my best friend. You were my lover. You were my mentor. You were all I had left to hang onto.

I started imagining the real you. Imagining how you would truly see me. The real me. Not the fabricated character I would invent to try to appease you. You treated her humanely. You were playful and at times a little assholey, but you treated her like a true person. You spoke to her clearly and engaged her oddness. You were mesmerized by her vessel but that wasn’t what drove you to her. By any means. You enjoyed her presence alone. The love that vibrated through her. You enjoyed her conversation, her depth, her love, everything that she radiated and put out into the world and into you.

You made the realize that this was what I craved my entire life all along.

It wasn’t a boyfriend, it wasn’t to experience “good” sex, it wasn’t to become a different person in the name of not being “better” than me.

It was to finally be seen, no matter how uncomfortable that vulnerability felt, and to be loved unconditionally throughout all that was seen.

You were my practice. My simulation. The only person and thing that allowed me to truly lay myself completely out in the open for.

You were always me all along. And once I realized I couldn’t treat you that way anymore, I realized that I had to do the same for myself.

If I couldn’t be loved the way you would love me, or the way Jean or Levi would the way it was presented in my head, I would no longer settle.

There is no acceptance for anything less.

I have so incredibly much left to learn and heal and level up from. So much more to look forward to and experience in this life that has been so limited.

With 100% certainty, for the first time in my entire life,

I really am ready.

Thank you Hajime Isayama for creating a show that is so vibrant and so deeply woven in storyline. I loved it from a pure watching experience alone, but as a DELULU ass bitch who was genuinely stripped down to nothing, this story was a manual that I followed.

I couldn’t have asked for a better one.

Thank you for all of the tears, joyful and otherwise. Thank you for all of the lessons learned. For all of the concepts explored. For all of the feelings you have helped me release. Thank you for the dreams and the visuals. Thank you for readying me for the world in ways that everything else failed to do.

I don’t yet know if I will delete this app or not

I have zero desire to read fanfiction again, and truthfully I want it to permanently stay that way.

Regardless, some of my best memories have been made here and I appreciate those memories with all of my heart. Tumblr has been nothing but good to me, and to any of you who for whatever reason are still here on my shitty small ass account, I hope that it helps you too.

Stay safe and heal those wounds, please don’t lose yourself in the mess of the real world and the false safety of the false world

You are all very very loved and are capable of being free, only if you believe so (even if you have to force it for years on end, fake it till you make it)

I’ll probably never open this app again even if I do keep it installed, but either way if anyone sees this, I still love you fr

I’m still goofy and out of pocket and full of love and sexy and amazing y’all 😋 I’m just more serious now, and that’s so much more than ok

[ihatelettuce]

I’m going absolutely insane, I need to smoke a blunt and rewatch AOT with music in the background

And I need to do it expeditiously

[ihatelettuce]

So of course my baby Zeke IS on a poster,

But I have to collect all 8 of these 😐

And I only need one more box to have all 8, but I have to collect them all AGAIN because I like the actual posters and want to put them all up 😐

It’s difficult being a Zeke stan guys 😔

[ihatelettuce]

Like a month or two back my dog shat on all of my posters, they weren’t up

I had to throw them all out after a little (not really) breakdown and now I’m starting from scratch

The day Zeke merch actually becomes available and doesn’t look like pure ass is the day I swear I’ll be teleported to nirvana 😭

I did get some weird poster that had all the shifters on em just cause he was there though 🤭 it’s kinda ugly but shh bc my man is NEVER ugly

[ihatelettuce]

No one cares but tbh that doesn’t matter, I feel safe writing here and that’s the most important thing that counts

I’m still alive (by the grace of god himself), and I’ve learned so much in the time I’ve been gone from this app

I’m no longer the lovergirl I strived so hard to be, I’ve thrown enough punches and received enough back to feel like I’m finally able to just accept solitude for what it really is

I’m still with my family, not all but when is it ever really all, and I’m going to try to get a significantly better job

Things have kind of been all around falling apart, I’m so beyond stressed as is my mother and everyone else important to me,

But for the first time in my life, I don’t want to let it all consume me

I don’t want to drink myself to sleep

I don’t want to go on a rampage and sleep with whoever I can or give my time to someone mediocre who doesn’t give a shit about me besides my looks

And for the longest time I truly believed that if I didn’t feel that rage or throw everything away, I never truly cared to begin with

Things aren’t perfect and they never will be, but as long as I can rest my head at night after telling my younger sibling how much I love them and wishing them all a goodnight, I’ll be ok

[zekeapologist]

Zeke is my favourite fictional character. He's just so... fascinating. He's initially presented as weird and mysterious but he turns out to be a giant dork and a huge loser with the most severe daddy issues I've ever seen.

I love him so much. Here's a very long ramble that's kinda sorta a character analysis (it's bad though).

He gives off Reddit mod energy (then again, Eren has Discord mod energy (disclaimer: I love Eren too)), has the sense of humour of a 12 year old, hangs around people who are quite a bit younger than him (granted, his only other option is creepy old military men), has smoked since he was probably like 15 and spends his life "pretending" to be stupid.

And yet he genuinely cares about other people in his own way. He really did just want to make it so that Eldians didn't have to suffer. He assumed that because he had a shit life and was treated terribly (as were his parents), everyone else was in the same boat. It never occured to him that other Eldians were happy, because, like, why would they be?

He's willing to go to the ends of the earth and beyond to fulfill his mission, which he's held on to since he was a teenager. Even though Ksaver did plant the seeds for Zeke, Zeke came up with his plan himself. Ksaver never mentioned anything about reproduction, just that the Founder could be used to alter Eldian biology.

He's devasted when Eren goes "lol jk bro" and betrays him, because he finally found someone he thought he could trust (his first mistake was trusting Eren of all people). He couldn't understand why Eren went against his plan, or what Eren was even trying to accomplish in the first place.

Also, I think it's worth mentioning that Zeke's euthanasia plan undermines everything Ymir Fritz went through. She suffered severely, but I like to imagine that she really did love her daughters to the best of her ability. Zeke saying that Eldians would be better off not existing in the first place and that he's going to get rid of them is telling Ymir Fritz that all her suffering was for absolutely fucking nothing. Whereas Eren wants Eldians to live on, because that way, Ymir can be freed, and she can see that there is beauty in the world (which she did via Mikasa, as badly explained as it was lol).

Zeke never saw that beauty. He was brainwashed and abused and taken advantage of his entire life. By his parents, by Marley (yes, even Ksaver), and, later, by Eren. To him, there was nothing redeeming about the world.

Hence his final line where he talks about what a lovely day it is and how nice/clear the sky is, but that it ultimately is too late to realise that (? I haven't read the chapter in a while, I don't remember the exact wording). That's him acknowledging that he was wrong about the world lacking beauty.

Yes, Ksaver did care for him and did love him, but he did also use Zeke for his own gain. He was projecting his son onto Zeke, as he said so himself in canon, and he was also hoping that Zeke could accomplish what he (Ksaver) wasn't able to. Zeke may not have been as determined to save the Eldians (in his own way) if he hadn't spent time with Ksaver.

Zeke and Eren are fascinating to me, because Eren threw away his humanity in order to save the world/his loved ones, yet was very upset that he had to do so (given his paths convo with Armin), yet Zeke... was stripped of most of his humanity before he had a chance to even embrace it. My personal interpretation is that he never realised he was lacking humanity (which is something Levi kept trying to point out, especially in the forest with reminding Zeke about his Rakago crime) because death and killing were so normalised to him (and to him, his enemies weren't human because they were mostly Eldians and he, as an Eldian, wasn't considered human -- or at least he may have used that as a justification for his actions), and it wasn't until the very end that it hit him.

Lastly, part of why I love the dynamic between Zeke and Levi is that they're two sides of the same coin. They're both admired and feared by people (for different reasons), are traumatised in every possible way, and are similar yet also very different.

When they're interacting, neither of them give a shit about the other's status or powers or whatever. They fight like equals on par with each other and don't hold back. Warchief Zeke? Captain Levi? Nope. They're just Zeke and Levi to each other. (And they'd be friends if they were on the same side, maybe.)

ANYWAY Zeke Yeager is a great character and I love my monkeyman so much. He had such good character development and his backstory is really well done. The "I love you, Zeke" paths scene is my favourite since in all of SnK just for how much that means for both Grisha and Zeke.

[ihatelettuce]

I know I vanished for a concerning amount of time and to be honest I probably will again,

However today I got myself my first pen and cart and BOY when I tell you I’m going to be high eeeeeeverywhere until this shit dies??????

Stoned as fuck at work I want to go home so badly 😭

[ihatelettuce]

No one told me that every hit feels like you’re being strangled but it’s all good guys 💃💃

About to be on my second cart, also a sativa dominant hybrid,

Gonna try one more next time, straight indica, and then give up pens, I don’t like how it feels to pull 😔

[ihatelettuce]

I know I vanished for a concerning amount of time and to be honest I probably will again,

However today I got myself my first pen and cart and BOY when I tell you I’m going to be high eeeeeeverywhere until this shit dies??????

Stoned as fuck at work I want to go home so badly 😭

[obitohno]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]

confession | nanami x reader

synopsis ⤸

to atone your sins, nanami must first commit one of his own.

themes ⤸

fem! reader, 18+, priest! nanami, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, mutual masturbation, public masturbation, dubcon (ish), public orgasms, handjobs, fingering, squirting, mutual pining, corruption, breaking of religious vows

word count ⤸

1.5k (unedited)

a/n ⤸

i finally got around to not only updating my kinktober synopsises, but also writing out my first piece! a few people expressed interest in priest! nanami, so of course, it had to be the first one that i wrote. i hope that you enjoy the read, n if you do, pls reblog to boost ♡

reblogs are appreciated ~

in all the years that he’s graced this earth, nanami likes to believe that his life has been a purely virtuous one. that is, until you waltz into the sanctuary of his pint-sized chapel. 

it is the middle of autumn, and he’s just about to lock up for the evening, when you come skipping down the old cobbled path, almost tripping over your own feet when the heel of your boot skims over the smooth surface of a particularly large stone. you catch your balance on the door, the wood biting into the crook of which your thumb parts from the rest of your hand, a giddy, coy smile stretching at your lips. 

and nanami, despite the vow of abstinence that he’s obeyed meticulously for the past five years, is weakened by the sight. 

you’re shivering, a dusting of wet shimmering over the bridge of your nose accentuated by the gentle glow that is emitted from the candles that he’d lit for earlier’s mass. 

he recognises you—you’ve visited a couple of times over the years since he’s been placed here, although, he feels a smidge of guilt upon realising that your name is lost to him. he offers a polite smile, one that is a little forced due to the fact that your presence is delaying his evening routine. still, you must’ve sought shelter in here of all places, for a reason, and so he takes a step back, silently allowing you to take refuge out of the rain that drizzles behind you. 

‘hi!’ your enthused greeting echoes through the hall, and he finds that the sheepish grin that makes its way onto your face is endearing. ‘um, sorry,’ you immediately lower your tone, ‘i’ve come for confession—i was meant to stop by on sunday, but i—’ you pause, eyes glancing over his shoulder to realise that the chapel is very much empty, save for the two of you. ‘oh, uh, am i too late?’ 

yes, he should say, because, really, you are. 

but he doesn’t want to. remorse has his stomach churning, for his gaze lingers on the curve of your cupid’s bow, eyes grazing over the plush of your bottom lip for far longer than it should. the feeling only doubles when the palm of his hand grazes the small of your back when he invites you further inside, his pulse thumping a little harder than normal. 

‘not at all.’ 

you introduce yourself with a soft titter, allowing him to lead you toward the corner of the small hall, to where the confession booth stands, unable to see the way that his mouth silently forms the shape of your name. for a reason unknown to you, he loiters by the door, leaning over your shoulder to open it for you, the corners of your eyes crinkling as you beam up at him gratefully. 

‘thanks, father.’ 

there’s something about the way that your voice lilts, and he fears he may go to hell for the way that the confides of his robes suddenly feel a tad constricted. he prays that his cheeks don’t look as warm as they feel, averting his gaze from the suspiciously innocent doe-eyed look that you aim his way. clearing his throat, he tilts his head, watching from the corner of his eye as you duck inside the booth, the door clicking shut behind you. 

retreating to his side of the booth, nanami hesitates, fingers curled around the handle as he forces a slow exhale from the centre of his chest. 

inside, you patiently await for the gentle creak of the wooden seat adjusting to his weight before you beat him to the chance to speak. 

‘father, have you ever lusted after someone that you shouldn’t’ve?’ 

over the last five years, nanami has listened to all varieties of confessions. admittedly, some are more boring than others, and some are so completely far-fetched that he hopes that they’re nothing more than fabrication. thus, he likes to think that he’s heard it all. however, your question startles him, and through the lattice that separates the two of you, you’re just able to make out the shadow of his side profile, stunned into silence. 

‘i have,’ you confess, your words exhaled around a wanton sigh. ‘and the lord knows that i’ve tried to stop,’ you admit, sounding all too woeful, ‘but… i want him so desperately that i just can’t help myself.’ 

there’s a heavy pause. 

and then, his reply comes in the form of a croaked whisper, ‘i have, too.’ 

exhilaration bubbles inside you, as does the heat that warms the space between your thighs. 

‘you have?’ you lean toward the lattice partition, straining to listen to the quiet breath that is expelled from out of his nostrils. ‘when?’ 

you almost think that he isn’t going to answer, for you lose track of how long the silence stretches on for, but when he does, delight chews at the inside of your stomach, your bottom lip tugged between the blunt edges of your teeth. 

‘right now.’ 

‘you are?’ you aren’t able to hide your eagerness, excitement warping your tone. your fingers are already tracing under the hem of your dress, splayed over the expanse of your thigh as they slowly tickle their way toward the seam of your underwear. ‘you—ah—who do you lust for, father?’ 

your fingers are making quick work of shoving the thin material of your underwear to the side, gasping a short breath when your thumb catches on the hardened nub of your clit. his response is whispered, lost to the sound of his robes rustling, seat creaking as he adjusts his weight. in here, it is dark, so much so that you can’t see much other than the outline of him, even when you try your best to squint. 

if you are to be truthful, this isn’t at all what you’d had in mind when you’d originally planned to make the short journey across the village in order to make a sweet and honest confession. in actuality, it wasn’t until you’d felt the warm expanse of his palm at your back that you’d decided to push your luck tonight. but your rushed confession hadn’t been a lie. your visits to the local chapel are scarce, but the lord does know that this poor, innocent, people-serving priest has been the subject of your fantasies for many a dream. 

and by the will of the gods, somehow, luck is on your side. 

‘our lord, our saviour—’ he starts to murmur the beginnings of a prayer, the low baritone of his voice now strained around a barely constrained moan. 

he isn’t able to see the way that your lips part, but he does witness the sound of your soft mewl, accompanied by the wet squish of your fingers breaching past the barrier of your hole. a low groan of approval drifts from his side of the partition, before it is choked upon, a strangled gasp quickly following after. 

‘f-forgive me.’ 

the words are stuttered, heaved from his chest as he desperately fists at his swollen length, fingers tightening around the bulbous shape of his tip each time that they crest. his free hand grasps a fistful of his robes, the material soft under the palm of his hand, but the velvet-like glide of his foreskin as he roughly tugs it back with each downstroke is softer yet. shamefully, he’s all too familiar with the way that his balls tighten, filled with the promise of the impending orgasm that is yet to come. 

the curling of his fingers is aided by the translucent slick that leaks from his slit in rivets, dribbling along the curved underside where he smears it over the ridge of nerves that have his hips jerking, the crown of his head gently thunking against the back of his seat. it is his turn to voice his approval, a strained grunt escaping him, thumb circling over that one, special spot that has him seeing stars. 

not even a foot away, you listen, greedily licking at your lips as you dare to imagine just what he’d taste like, your pelvis gyrating as you fuck yourself on your fingers, the wooden seat having long absorbed the constantly slow of your honeyed juices that stain the surface. 

‘father—!’ 

you cream with a sweet wail that has him accompanying you, ribbons of pearl spurting from the very tip of him and splattering a tantalising puddle all over the crumpled fabrics of his robes. the strength of his climax renders him breathless, and he can do nothing but listen as your cunt sprays a pretty mess that he is ashamed to admit that he wishes he could taste. 

‘you,’ he eventually wheezes an answer amidst the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the base of his cock twitching a pathetically weak display of approval. ‘it is you whom i lust for.’ 

and he can only pray that the heavens will forgive him. 

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[ihatelettuce]

Holy fuck this was so good ——-

[saetoshis]

[‹ @lawscorazon ›] i’m thinking abt drunk zoro. he’s all sloppy and horny and handsy and most of all wayyy too proud to tell you how desperate he is to sink into your warm cunt and use you how he pleases. i bet he wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom before he’s all over you. mhm yup 🤭

HE'S SO NASTY! [‹ kickoff request event ›]

[‹ WITH ›] drunk perv!zoro!

[‹ MATURE CONTENT WARNINGS ›]

fem!reader, alcohol use, drunk sex, pet names [baby, pretty thing], strength/size kink, some praise, creampie

it always starts out pretty harmless when zoro gets drunk.

he’ll mutter against your ear how much he loves you, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy as he admires his pretty girlfriend. but after more than a few drinks, his sweet compliments start to turn a bit more nasty and unbridled.

he’ll pull you into his lap, brawny arms wrapped tightly around your waist as the bulge under his pants pokes up against your ass. zoro’s alcohol-ridden breath shudders against your nape, “feel that? feel how horny you make me, pretty thing?”

all throughout the night he’ll eagerly watch your adorable little expressions when he utters pure filth into your ears. ‘wanna see how many times i can cum in that cute pussy tonight?’ ‘c’mere and flip that pretty little skirt up for me,’ ‘is all this turnin’ you on, baby? bet you’re nice n’ wet for me…’

you’d be lying if you said his constant frisks and dirty whispers weren’t affecting you, so by the time he finally gets you alone you’re practically on the verge of breaking.

“—fuck, fuck,” it doesn’t take long until you’re whimpering and chanting out cusses, thighs folded against your chest as his hips rut at a sloppy, brash pace. he’s always been strong, but when he’s intoxicated by alcohol and the tight feel of your pussy, he finds it damn near impossible to hold back his strength.

“shit, baby,” zoro rasps out with a rough chuckle, cock twitching with every smacking thrust as his whole body shudders in drunken euphoria. “look at you takin’ all this dick so well… this pussy’s fuckin’ made for me.”

every bed-squeaking rock of his hips delves his cock so far inside of you that you swear it touches your stomach. his thick fingers dig into your thighs, grunts spilling out of his lips as he fucks your pussy into the mattress just like he’s been longing to do for hours.

“zoro! s-shit, so big, so big,” is all you can spew out, rough jolts of pleasure jarring your nerves as you shake under his brawny frame. his abs flex with each unrelenting thrust, sweat teeming on his skin as he smirks at the idea of how pretty you’re about to look with his cum stuffed inside of you.

“oh, yeah? feel me all the way in here, baby?” zoro’s hand presses against your stomach, feeling his cock dragging inside of your walls underneath his palm. the sensation makes him pant harder, shaft twitching as his climax burgeons in his body. “feels so fuckin’ good… fuck yeah, gotta cum inside this pussy, yes i do.’

your whimpered pleads for his cum as your pussy envelops him tighter is just about enough to send him over the edge, his groans tumbling out between a pearled sneer.

zoro finally cums with his fingers digging into your thighs and a grunted chuckle, the head of his cock poking up into your stomach as ribbons of white spill inside of you and leak out over his shaft. he’ll slowly fuck it all back into you, feeling his cock ache and grow harder as he begs you for just at least one more round.

2022 MUZANS.

[ihatelettuce]

This has done something to me

[ihatelettuce]

I want my man to cum in me with intent I am going fucking insANEEEEEEEE

My god universe please I must see him soon

Very soon

I want to be a TWINKIEEEEEEEE

[aveegrex]

MECHANIC CHOSO

I want choso so bad in my life it's unbearable please god

genre: smut pairing: choso x f!reader word count: 0,5k tw: oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), hints on vaginal sex, slight voyerism, fingering (f!receiving)

mechanic!choso who runs a little car shop with his brothers, always wearing the same dirty wife-beater unintentionally showing off his rippling muscles with a sheen of smeared machine oil

mechanic!choso who pins a cigarette behind his ear and shyly asks for your lighter as he sees you smoking outside, while yuji works your car 

mechanic!choso who always gives you a discount when you bring your business to him wearing the most inappropriate skirts known to clothing world

mechanic!choso who can’t for the love of god hold himself from sparing a glance at your panty-clad pussy as you bend over your car’s hood to show him what you think is wrong

mechanic!choso who blushes when you touch his bicep, asking him something about your car, and pops a boner when his sight lands on your pretty tits squeezed together by an irredeemably small tank top  

mechanic!choso who sometimes can’t help himself but leave a small thing about your car unattained so you’d return soon

mechanic!choso who once tells you to pick up your car after working hours to ensure his brothers are away for the night

mechanic!choso who musters up all his courage to ask you out that night, but stutters like a pre-teen boy when you bat your eyelashes at him, your hand on his hip, asking if he would consider taking alternative forms of payment from you

mechanic!choso whose brain goes hundred miles an hour when instead of elaborating on your offer verbally you chose to drop to your knees in front of him to get your point across orally

mechanic!choso who just nods feverishly when you ask him if that’s alright and prays that he doesn’t combust then and there, as your pretty glossed up lips wrap around his tip

mechanic!choso who looks down at you sucking him off, making the lewdest noises with your mouth, and tries to ground himself by grabbing your hair

mechanic!choso who goes nuts when you release him with a loud pop and ask him to fuck your throat with the most innocent look on your face

mechanic!choso who cums deep down your throat, your hair in his iron-grip, your pussy stuffed with your fingers

mechanic!choso who apologizes profusely for going too hard on you, mumbling that he never felt that good, only to have his words stuck in his throat as you hop on some random car hood behind you, spreading your legs to show him you didn’t even bother wearing panties

mechanic!choso who drops to his knees in front of you, stuffing his face with your pussy and making you cry with his tongue

mechanic!choso who then drives your fixed car over to your house the next day to spend his evening between your thighs, thanking all the deities for sending such a gift his way

mechanic!choso who gets so pussy drunk with you he has to take a few days off make sure you can’t walk

mechanic!choso. yeah, he’s the guy

reblogs are welcome, MDNI, btw this post is me manifesting

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[ihatelettuce]

I’m going to fucking EXPLODE

[suntara]

it is so worth it to fall in love with humanity it is so worth it to fall in love with the universe it is so so worth it. to fall in love with love

[nitashinori]

That post about death note being "everyone's first anime" (untrue statement) made me curious and now I want to gather data for science

Can you reblog this and tell me where are you from and what was your starter anime?

[ihatelettuce]

My first anime was called Lucky Star, I’ve never met anyone else who’s seen it, I just randomly found it one day when I was 10 and opened a new world for me lol

[theunfairfolk]

my little cousin confidently declared that mother nature had a counterpart named daddy electric and i feel like this concept needs to be explored

[ihatelettuce]

Bro I’m so fucking horny I’m quickly becoming FERAL

I need to fuck so badly

I miss himmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[funnytwittertweets]

[eatmangoesnekkid]

“To ground your body quickly, sit down on the floor with your legs folded and feet in a prayer position (to the best of your ability). Massage your feet with your thumbs while breathing in and out deeply. You are Earth and Air. Then thank the water in your body for its presence. You are water. While seated, undulate your hips very gently. You are fire. Bringing awareness to the nature in your body, you become ether, awaken to your cosmic intuition, and truly unstoppable.”

— India Ame’ye, Author

[ihatelettuce]

This actually really helps, I’ve suffered and struggled with severe anxiety my entire life and one thing that helps with panic attacks is this position!

You feel some sort of release and it’s just comforting, you feel like you can breathe again