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⋆˚✿˖° Angel. ♡ — 20's | ♓| She / Her | Multifandom
"I find comfort in knowing ashes can't ignite"
Currently writing "Stolen Ashes" (Enjin x f!reader)
Part 1 - COMING SOON
𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒:
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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𓇢 AO3
younger sam winchester who is so so afraid of hurting you or laying a finger on you in a wrong way. he's always asking "is this okay?", "are you sure you want this?" before he moves his hand near your skin. his touch is always so gentle and featherlight and shaky, it makes you shiver.
he feels guilty for even thinking about you undressed, laying so pretty under him. he feels guilty for thinking about you when his hand is moving up and down his cock when he's alone and he feels like a real asshole when he closes his eyes and imagines it's your lips wrapping around him instead of his hand. he can behave like a prude sometimes.
older sam winchester who fucks you like his life depends on it. actually fucks you till your eyes roll at the back of your skull and your vision turns white. he likes caging you under him, holding you down and slamming himself into you so deep, you can feel him in your stomach.
he likes the sounds you make, or try to make. the moaned out "fuck, sam" and whatever gibberish your fucked out head manages to pronounce. he likes the way his hands look around your neck, or on your tits, and the way your hands look trying to desperately claw on his chest or the sheets beneath you.
older sam winchester has a filthy mouth. mainly because he knows how crazy it makes you. how fast heat pools between your legs the second "be a good girl and take it" leaves his pretty lips. and when he feels you tightening around him, this thumb immediately moves to your clit, his head leaning down to mouth and bite down on your neck, enough to make you shake.
with him, it feels like sam knows your body more than you do.
a/n don't come for me for the size of this now... it's finals week :(
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
we should globally ban the introduction of more powerful computer hardware for 10-20 years, not as an AI safety thing (though we could frame it as that), but to force programmers to optimize their shit better
I reblogged this like 9 times kinda jokingly, but software should be able to run on older and less powerful hardware, and consume less power on newer hardware. Like, this is a real problem imo
I completely agree with this but I do need you to understand that the image above is 32 times the size of the lunar mission’s memory
I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.
bumping into your really nice alpha neighbour in the hallway (who you’ve been on again off again flirting with for weeks now), but squeaking out a little “sorry!” while having to rudely push past him so that you can get into your apartment before your heat gets out of control
vs
him being unable to resist following after you the second you scurry upstairs, every step he takes now getting a little more urgent, his blood hotter, until he’s pacing in front of your door, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth; trying everything in his power to keep himself from knocking because the way he is moving now reminds him of a predator and he doesn’t like it - he’s nice, goddammit, he’s nice
kita shinsuke is a dreamboat. kita shinsuke also wants to fuck miya osamu's wife–you, his greatest, most obscene what if.
it doesn't help that you still call him senpai even though more than a decade has passed, or that you touch him so casually, slipping a finger under the sleeve of his shirt to inspect how much he has tanned. your perfume still lingers on him after your hugs, and on the days you're not wearing a bra kita doesn't even make it back home before he unzips himself and fists his cock violently to the thought of you in his parked truck.
occasionally kita invites osamu and you to his farm for the weekend; tells you it's good for you get out from time to time, especially when money is tight. you always have a room with him, you're like family, merely paperthin walls separating you. it's cute how you try and muffle your moans (are you biting down on a pillow or does osamu have his hand clasped over your mouth while he pounds into you?), even though kita wishes you wouldn't. when he closes his eyes he can imagine you in his lap, calling him senpai while he buries every inch of his cock in you. he has seen osamu, he knows how much you can take.
kita loves when your needy whines and moans next door slowly die down and he can hear your feet pat across the hallway towards the bathroom. he imagines you full and dripping with cum, aching, leaking (it should have been him). if he gets lucky he'll find your worn panties on the bathroom floor in the mornings.
he doesn't want to be the third to osamu and you; he wants the fantasy of what he can't have, the blurred lines, the dirty secrets. kita shinsuke wants to fuck you so badly, it makes him come undone in his pants. he wouldn't want it any other way.
good friends who apply sunscreen to your back and give you just the big fat tip through the wet fabric of your bikini bottoms
good friends who lick up the trail of ice cream that has dripped down the valley of your chest and suck on your tits through the flimsy excuse of a bikini top for good measure
good friends who hold up the beach towel for you so you can get changed into your pretty little sundress as if it's not gonna end up bunched around your waist in the backseat of their car before the sun sets
These are my summer plans if anyone cares
18+
like imagine you come home from uni one summer and drop by sakanoshita market one morning after a run only to find that your dad’s best friend still runs it. you’re in a sports bra and shorts and you want to laugh at the way keishin decidedly looks away when you press the cold bottle of water he gave you right against your sweat-slick chest.
it becomes a thing—stopping by the store. usually late at night. you steal cigarettes out of keishin’s pocket, and he chides you with no real heat behind it. he plucks them from between your lips to take a drag before putting them right back and you think about indirect kisses and his callused hands.
you drink beers and get a little drunk and complain about the weather and your shitty boyfriend who thinks it’s your fault that you always take so long to cum.
keishin barks out a laugh and drags a hand through his hair as he shakes his head and you inhale as you clench your thighs together.
“it’s definitely not you, sweetheart.”
his words play over and over in your head as you plunge your fingers below the waistband of your shorts as soon as you get home.
you lay it on thick until he gives in one night, until you feel the cool wood of the office desk beneath your ass as he spreads your legs and sinks two fingers inside of you. keishin strokes your tight channel and massages your swollen clit and you cum so hard and fast you nearly cry.
he tells you how good you did for him as he kisses your cheek. tells you to go home and touch yourself like that and get a new boyfriend while you’re at it. your lips try to find his mouth, and he shakes his head with a smile.
“someone your age.”
keishin’s resolve not to be any more of a scumbag lasts all of three days before you’ve got your fingers buried in his hair while he tongue fucks you into a whimpering mess.
“we can’t keep doing this.”
till you’re bouncing on his cock in the back seat of his car.
till your loser boyfriend’s visiting for the weekend and keishin’s got you bent over the desk in his office with the store sign flipped to CLOSED, running shorts pulled to the side and thumbs pressed into the sweaty small of your back as he fucks a sticky, hot load into you and makes sure you don’t forget exactly how quickly you can cum.
My dragon? Aged.
My mass? Affected.
whats that kink called that you get from reading too much fantasy lit as a child that makes you want to be tortured in front of someone who loves you so you can see the pleading desperation in their eyes and hear how much they love you in between the cracks of their voice and really truly believe they would do anything to save you. also you get to look so cool and brave and covered in blood and soooo able to withstand pain haha no just me? ok
Chef reader and chef Katsuki yelling at each other all fucking day but God damn if the food isn't the best the city has ever had
happy mother’s day to that mom who sold y/n to one direction
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