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no words. just John wick almost losing you to the bad guys in his field of work. :( like you’re literally the most precious thing to him after Helen’s death. I’d feel he’s definitely break down and just AUGHH anyways he’d seem like the type of person to have slow and sensual sex, it’s when he’s most vulnerable gosh.. ☹️my brain is so fuzzy from thinking about this. (bonus points if they hold hands while missionary..) 🤭
-🥖 anon
tHE ANGSTTT my brain is running circles right neow... 😵💫
he feels so fucking guilty, like it's eating away at him. after promising to keep you safe, you almost got killed because of him (it's not technically his fault, but that's what he thinks at least). he's so soft with you— but so passionate too. john's gripping onto you tighter, like he thinks you'll slip from his grasp.
"i'm sorry— fuck i'm so sorry," he mumbles against your skin, pain straining his voice, as john buries his head in the crook of your neck, just embracing your warmth. his thrusts are slow and gentle, and his large hand is enveloped in yours while his other arm is resting above your head; keeping you trapped under his toned body. "i love you— i love you so damn much."
#love letters.#*⠀john wick.#I LOVE ANGSTY SMUT MY FAV HEHE#john wick x reader#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves imagine#john wick imagine#john wick smut#🥖 anon.
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"trust me to always feed into fem!jordans delusion that the strap is real. knock me up daddy"
No because for real, she asks you things like "I'm gonna cum, you want it, baby, want me to cum inside your pretty little princess cunt ?" and they want you to beg for it.
Alternatively, Jordan fucking in female form for the first time, this being only the second time you actually have sex with them. And you're not ready for how much they want you to beg them to fuck you. You get used to it pretty quickly, though. Hearing her moans and groans of pleasure, cut by "You wanna cum, baby ? Want me to knock you up ? Cum inside that freshie cunt ?"
And you can only say yes, because, how the fuck could you say no ?
(also, I don't know which ones are taken, so I'm gonna start signing my requests with this emoji (solely because I feed into the French cliché of the bread addict [it's true, people, baguette is a part of every of my French girl's meal, every day]) . Do tell me if it's already taken. Love you, and take care ❤️)
- 🥖
they enter demon mode fr. they're fucking awful for your little pussy regardless but when you validate their gender fuckery? make them feel strong and fucking powerful in their fem!form? its over for you, i fear.
knees folded to your chest, toes curling in the air, feet swaying, bed rocking, chain dangling in your face over for you. "fuck - this fucking - " the rough slap of their strap pounding into the wet flesh between your legs you almost miss the filth spilling from their lips, just barely registering, "you love this dont you? love my fat fucking dick beating up this pussy?"
but you do hear it, and you encourage it, nodding your head widly on your pillow, eyes filling with overwhelmed tears of pleasure. "y-yes, daddy fuck. fuck my pussy please - oh - oh! its so good, daddy fucks my pussy so good-"
"gonna cum in you." they pant, black hair fanning around their pretty face in contrast to the pained - almost angry way they're looking down between youd bodies to watch the black silicone cock plunge in and out of your slick hole. "daddy's gonna give you his fucking load - fuck it right into this tight." thrust. "little." thrust. "cunt."
your hands slide along the flexing muscles of their back, moaning at how the tendons there move and jerk under your fingers - somehow knowing that - feeling the strength - the work they're putting into fucking railing you never fails to blank your brain. such a strong supe, one of the strongest ever. and you're the one they take to bed every night. you're the one getting your little pussy destroyed. no one else.
you spread your legs wider at the thought, inviting the pounding cock to pound even deeper into your silken wet depths. cunt slicking and clutching and fucking gurgling shes so fucking turned on by jordans strap - by jordans fucking.
"uuhhhh, yeahhhh daddy - y- yeah. want your cum, want daddies cum in my - in me, please, please, please-"
"fuck, baby -"
"daddy!"
"yeah - "
"shit. oh fuck, im coming. oh fuck - you're so good. you feel so fucking good, jesus christ - milk my dick, baby. just like that - milk daddys dick -"
even if its just their strap, the orgasm they have against it from the constant pressure of it pressing into their clit from fucking you makes them feel like they're filling you up. it helps a fuckton that they actually know what it feels like to have your warm walls milking their real cock. makes it that much hotter.
they kiss you open mouthed and downright filthy ad you both come down. your sweat cooling, their necklace pooling between your tits as they brush kisses over your face.
you squeeze their waist with your thighs.
"im feeling triplets with that deposit."
"fuck that."
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Idk if this has already been done but I’d like to reclaim/educate on the MEDICAL DEFINITION of system hopping.
For those who don’t know, complex systems (with lots of subsystems and in pgDID/hcDID systems, layers) very usually have alters who can travel between the subsystems and/or layers. This is known as system hopping and it is an observed thing within more complex systems.
Sadly the endo community took it and decided to”oh yeah no alters on my head can hop into my friends head and disappear from my system teehee” and basically ruined the whole term.
System hopping is a thing, but not in the way that endos promote it to be.
(Again: it’s used in reference to complex systems)
-🥖
^^^ I have nothing to add here
#did#actually did#anti endo#did system#endos dni#system#endos fuck off#alter#alter terms#system terms#🥖 anon
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in their eyes ; wally darling
requested by ; 🥖 anon (09/05/23)
word count ; 1475
content ; insecurity/self-consciousness comfort, dancing outdoors, lots of fluff, potentially shaky characterisation/dialogue
note ; the original request was altered slightly to fit the setting (music videos -> aerobic dance videos, as there weren’t many music videos that i could find that featured a specific dance from the 70s when i was looking for them). also as i am british i will be using standard british quotation (‘hello’ rather than “hello”), just in case anyone gets confused
fandom ; welcome home
pairing ; wally darling x gender neutral!reader
read also on ; ao3
It was a beautiful summer morning: the sky was a perfect shade of blue and completely cloudless, lit brightly by the sun that was just barely starting to peer over the treetops dotting the outskirts of town; the air was cool but not cold, with a light breeze that just barely tickled your calves and messed with your hair as you hurriedly got into your athletic wear; it was so early that few of your neighbours were out and about, only really Howdy and Eddie who were working, which gave you ample opportunity to set up your equipment in your garden and get some stuff done in the great outdoors. Pleasantly bright, pleasantly cool and pleasantly perfect for a morning aerobics session.
It had been too long since you’d last watched a Jacki Sorensen tape and you were missing the early morning motivation boost that her chipper voice always provided. Well, that and the rewarding burn of your muscles after she was done with you and you’d been sent through the metaphorical ringer. And Howdy had just gotten in that new VHS tape you’d been shopping about for and now seemed just about the perfect time to make good use of it.
So, with renewed vigour and motivation, you dragged your television and stand over to your doorway and popped the tape in — praying to whatever high powers you could think of that you hadn’t busted the wire and ruined your chances of a good workout. But thankfully — thankfully, indeed — your small screen managed to make it out of the move unscathed and you watched the picture crackle and shake to life, that familiar voice ringing out clear as anything despite the staticky undertone of your speakers.
And with that you were finally back in business, carefully repositioning your legs and arms to match the instructions given to you by the recording.
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Before long you were completely in the zone, humming merrily along with the jazzy background music and contorting your body as best you could. Arm thrusts, spins, lunges, stretches and slides, clapping your hands in fine with the beat and just having a wonderful time in your own head whilst just about registering the encouragement and directions given to you by your recorded instructor.
Though you were eventually broken out of your blissful state of peace by a sound that made your heart drop. Laughter. Giggles and snorts and stifled coughs that were anything but emanating from around you — and when you opened your eyes to take a look around you were hit with just how much of an audience you had amassed.
You felt exposed, vulnerable, judged. Wanted to do nothing more than to curl up into a ball and let the earth swallow you hole rather than face the mortification of being seen that was creeping it’s way up your throat. That was seizing your heart in its fist and drying your mouth and stealing your tongue with its sharp teeth and sharper remarks that burned themselves into your brain.
‘You look like a fool’
‘So stupid’
‘They’re judging you’
‘They hate you’
‘They’re never going to let you forget’
‘Idiot’
‘Fool’
‘Jester’
Your face was on fire, your feet rooted in place, your spine doused in ice and all you could do was stand and pray for it all to stop. To will the laughter away alongside the tears that so painfully burned the back of your throat and the corners of your eyes as they threatened to spill over and embarrass you even further. This was hell and you just wanted it all to end. For them to go away and leave you alone.
Go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away, go away —
All of a sudden you were snapped out of your self-loathing stupor by a gentle hand on your elbow and an even gentler voice calling out to you.
‘Hey, neighbour,’ your friend called out, ‘you seem like you’re having fun,’ the notion alone made you want to laugh and cry — to scream out to the contrary, but his next words gave you pause, ‘can I join you?’
You didn’t quite know what to say to that, only able to stare in stunned silence as he gave you that same old smile. Kind eyes that seemed wider and darker than ever, an outstretched hand that looked so very inviting, and the familiar curl of his dark blue hair. Wally always was a peculiar fella, and you knew he’d never been anything short of genuine with you, so with great reluctance you swallowed your fears and took his hand.
That shaky and uncertain ‘Sure,’ was all it took for him to take you for a spin — something you were in dire need of.
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In the blink of an eye you were spun into something adjacent to a waltz, both of you clumsily stumbling over your feet as you were twirled and spun and dipped and danced across the length of your garden. For his own part, Wally was humming something vaguely off-key and trying his damnedest to match the style he was emulating beat-by-beat — but his own inexperience and your startled demeanour did little to help this endeavour. But, still, in spite of it all he’d managed to make you laugh as you snorted and giggled and guffawed your way through this improvised routine — trainers stepping on dress shoes and blue hair catching in your mouth as you desperately tried not to trip.
Uncertain and clumsy and a complete mess, but loving every second of it because you were in more than excellent company. Lightheaded from hearty laughter and dizzy from catching sight of his colourful striped trousers in the corner of your eye, but content and happy and delightfully out of breath.
So very caught up in the moment that you almost didn’t notice your neighbours joining in on your impromptu dance party. And what a party it was: Wally and yourself laughing through what you’d dubbed an almost-waltz; Julie and Sally twisting (with the taller of the two’s colourful skirts going every which way) and occasionally getting twirled and spun and picked up by a very cheerful Poppy; Eddie and Frank trying to stick to the salsa form, with the former stumbling over his own feet and the latter leading the dance; Barnaby doing the ‘mashed potato’ to a beat only he could hear and Howdy doing his own thing by tapping his fingers and feet to the song on your television. Completely chaotic and yet entirely expected — leaving the lot of you completely out of breath after a good ten minutes.
Eventually all of you ended up laying on the grass — some having fallen and taken down victims with them (read: Eddie pulling his boyfriend and best friend in law to the ground after a particularly disastrous dip) and others having laid down for a break. Wally and yourself had all but collapsed to the floor side by side, each of you utterly out of breath and aching, yet still bearing broad smiles on your faces.
‘I can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner,’ someone says (but you don’t have the energy to turn your head and see who). Several mutters of agreement followed before someone else spoke up — Julie, who was laying just to your right — followed almost immediately by Wally.
‘I’m sorry for laughing earlier, you just looked like you were having so much fun and I thought it was adorable!’
‘You did look very cute, neighbour,’
A few more comments followed, all of them complimentary — and you felt a bit silly for having judged your neighbours so harshly. They were all so very kind and sweet, they were just too busy or tired to join in properly and were just admiring how silly and cute you look when you’re focused. You felt your skin heat with a mixture of embarrassment and guilt as you thanked them, before turning to your friend and giving him a chaste peck on the cheek as thanks.
‘Thanks for joining me, Wally; you’re the absolute most,’
Leaving moments later to take Barnaby and Howdy up on their offer to help you take your stuff back inside. Not getting the chance to see your friend freeze and gingerly touch the spot you’d kissed — in such a state that if he were more than just felt, you’d see hearts in his eyes and a lovestruck grin on his face, but he wasn’t so nobody noticed anything as they all got up to leave. His secret was safe for another day.
#sleepingdeath#fluff#fluff one shot#welcome home fluff#welcome home fanfic#welcome home x reader#wally darling fluff#wally darling x reader#gender neutral reader#🥖 anon
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Is that curly haired Frankie walking out from under trees in the jungle/at the beach without trauma??? 🌴🧡🥖
OMFFFFG 🥖 MY LOVE IT IS!!!! LOOK AT HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭
WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT WHYYYYY???????
C'mere, he says, so you go sit on his lap and curl up against his solid chest and tuck your face into the crook of his neck to breathe him in, the warm, briny scent of his skin after a day in the sun, basked in the soft hues of the orange sunset, you peck a gentle, open-mouth kiss to taste him there, like a promise, before you settle to watch the sunset together, quiet and content, you're telling me I gotta work now LIKE HOW THE FUCK??????
#i'm NOT good#on public service duty in 20 minutes HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE COHERENT#FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK ME#please?#🥖 anon#WEEKNIGHT FRANKIE HELLO#PTMY FRANKIE HELLOOOO#the pilot™️#frankie morales#pedro pascal#sedate me someone
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is there any other sanses that likes bread? :O
🥖 anon
uhhh- *looks at my other son, revisetale sans*
he likes the bread with ham and cheese inside :3
#mod star#starz posts#i need to give my au more attention smh#revisetale sans#revisetale#anon ask#anon#🥖 anon
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we actually think alike cause your thoughts are literally my thoughts exactly. to add on she's such a princess that when you don't indulge with her wishes she's annoyed AND whiny or sometimes if shes really horny she'll try to control you into doing what she want but you'll put her back into her place and she just falls apart. also ngl I think she gets so so jealous and is possessive lol.
-🥖
we're literally twins yupp <33 frr she puts an act on but gives in so easily lol all it takes is a single ruined orgasm and she's crying n saying she'll do whatever it takes to cum... and omg jealous!mina??? YES!!! absolutely!! once again i’m imagining her cute little pouty face ignoring you the whole night js bc of a 5-minute talk with that woman she can't stand is a reality
literally her
#s.answers#🥖.anon#sometimes she acts mad js so you'll punish her for her attitude#and we all know who she learned that from#looking at you miss minatozaki sana
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I completely forgot the other part of my message 🤦♀️ which was that I’m going to the French bakery today and getting baguette and pastries. Eating my feelings? Who me? 🙃 Do you have a favorite patisserie? And bread? 🥐🧡🥖 I can’t remember if I already sent this earlier 😵💫 Please excuse the potential spam! 🧡
Oh love 🫂🥺🧡🫂🫂🫂🫂 You do know my DMs are always open, right? I hope you at least got something good and that you enjoyed it 😌🧡 What did you get?
I’m more of a savoury tooth, but it’s really a matter of texture. I love CRUNCHY: florentins, palmiers, roses des sables au chocolat 😋 I love baguette tradition, gougères au fromage and pretzels 🧡
What about you??? Please do spam. Do send me a dissertation about the food you love, I want to hear it all 🥰🧡🫂
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which genshin men would face slap you during sex? not to hurt you but you know.. a little slap can be a lil hot if done correctly...
- new anon, 🥖anon
what if i want it to hurt, nonnie
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I'm back :3
Could I request a term for an alter who makes others dissociate or forget things about themselves/others in an attempt to help with coping?
Be sure to drink water, and take care of yourselves! - 💝
Hypnotist - An alternative/sister role to Dissociation Manager! They make others dissociate and/or forget things about themselves and/or others help with coping! This is different from a Dissociation Holder, who is the one who dissociates to cope!
Colors were picked from our headspace's local hypnotist (who didn't realize his role until he saw this request) personal energies of hypnotism!
And I hope you take care of yourself as well!! :3
#💗 angels divine won't you sing a tune | talking#🧋 the house special | coining#☕ order up! | filled requests#🥖 same time as yesterday? | queue#💝 anon
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hii it’s anon 🥖 again :b do you take nsfw reqs and do u have two accounts??? babe you’ve got to spill the tea on ur aaron dream
just because you've prompted me, i'll reveal that im working on a separate nsfw account to write mature fics in hehehe~
it's ready to go actually but i'd like to write a fic or two for it first before i launch it
also, right now, im debating on whether i should write a fleshed out james potter nsfw, semi-slow burn piece based on that Aaron taylor johnson dream or not... or maybe i just write the smutty bit of it? I’m hesitant to do that though…
for now, all i can give you are these tags : modern au, modern high society au, rich boy james potter, waitress(?) reader, status differences, fluff, slow burn, angst, bestie remus, arguing/huge fight, protective euphemia, slight lily slander (im sorry!), half brother sirius being the goat, slight wolfstar, in the woods, sailing, private island, cute cottage, really slow burn, gentleman james, but also very 'disrespectful' james...
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I’ve been fed today!!! so much content and I’m contented too!!! I LOVE U POOKIEEEE 🫶 life is currently has its bumps but your posts always makes it better ❤️ bodyguard! jw and jc w late night dancing in the the rain seems like a fever dream
:(( after a shitty date when they’d pick you up and it would start pouring, eventually the both of y’all realize that the rain isn’t gonna stop anytime but you guys would do it anyways!!! I feel like jc would be reluctant at first as he found it so cheesy 😵💫 but jw too!!
He’d be scared you would get sick but let’s the both of y’all play anyways since he knows he’s fully capable of taking care of you if you got sick 🤭
-🥖 anon (I think you can rly see my addiction w jw and jc everytime I request HAHA 🤭)
hello pookie !! ilysm mwah, mwah! i'm happy that my works are at least a little silver lining 🤍🫂🫧
and yesss, back with my fav bodyguard duo !! you're walking home from a shitty date, when it starts to rain and the three of you are crowded under some shop front shade as the rain is pouring down. you, of course come up with the genius to enjoy the rain at least, rather than sulk.
"c'mon, please, it'll be fun! it'll be like that movie, singing in the rain!" you grin, pulling at constantine's arm. he side eyes his partner guard, before furrowing his brows at you.
"i have to sing too? not a chance, doll."
"c'mon, constantine, don't be boring," jw eggs on, a cheeky smile on his lips. the older man bumps constantine's shoulder, only piling on with your pleading. unfortunately for constantine, he caves in and indulges your movie fantasy.
jw just watches from the side, laughing silently as you dance with the (extremely uncoordinated) constantine, the rain soaking through your clothes.
#love letters.#little soft moment here i LOVE THEM SM!!!#*⠀john constantine.#*⠀john wick.#john wick x reader#john constantine x reader#keanu reeves imagine#keanu reeves x reader#john constantine imagine#john wick imagine#🥖 anon.
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Toxic!ballet Jordan losing the idaf war the MOMENT you come back from that Christmas vacation after your first performance together and you spent all break speaking, but now you're back they don't wanna talk anymore. But you got them a gift :( of course you wanna give it to them, that plushie took you time and frankly a lot of needle pricks to make.
It's a little black cat since I KNOW Jordan's the proud owner of a black cat. And they don't talk to you during the day, and training sessions just the two of you are filled with tension, but a day after you come back from vacation, you just take it out of your bag without a noise and give it to them before leaving, not even a goodbye because, that little shit ,as ignoring you for no god-damned reason !
Just before you go to bed, you receive a text : it's a photo of the little cat plushie on Jordan's bed, just beside their real cat. They added a 'thank you'.
And Jordan knows they've lost. They're head over heels, but they fucked up real bad by ignoring you. They're gonna have to beg to come back into your good graces...
-🥖
Love you and take care 😘 !
THE CAT PLUSHIE 🥺🥺🥺🥺
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I wanna see seeker eat
I can’t draw her eating yet, but I can give a semi-model of Seeker with her mouth open!
(Ignore those shitty-ass hands)
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Gabrielle wearing a locket containing one of Frankie’s curls? Are you trying to kill me now so I don’t suffer when P chops the curls later?
https://www.tumblr.com/a7estrellas/741639402608066560/pedro-pascal-attends-the-sag-aftra-foundation
Is this Frankie with the overgrown hair?? Is that curl in front of his ear the one she saves 😭
https://www.instagram.com/p/C25S4pUxsDY/
This is me after acquiring provisions from Atelier Francisco on my way to further discuss P’s Frankie’s hair 😋 And watch Bram Stoker’s Dracula because I haven’t seen it before 🫣
-🧡🥖
I'm not trying to kill you baby, I would never 🧡 But you know, we’re talking about a woman who’s held on to the waning memory of a colour and a scent for half her life, against all odds, against life and against fate. You bet she’s gonna hold on to that lock of hair until the end of all eternities. And with infinite patience, fit that curl (yes, the one in front of his ear) into something old and precious just like this: https://www.etsy.com/fr/listing/1659122787/medaillon-or-18k-francais-victorien?ref=desktop_listing_share_button
And yes, love, this is Frankie with the overgrown hair and I know, the curls and the grays, but personally, the white t-shirt is the last nail in my coffin because HAVE YOU SEEN HOW STRIKINGLY IT EMPHASIZES HIS NECK???
AND THE FRECKLES???
Now you go and drink that wine and eat ALL OF THAT baguette as you watch Dracula, and you think of me when he says, "I have crossed oceans of time to find you" because that's the shit, right there. We want nothing less. Ily 🧡
#🥖Anon#my love#there's nothing wrong with not having seen a movie before#you might not even like it#it's fine too#ily🧡🥖#but i do hope you enjoy the experience 😊#you really got me thinking about writing this lock of hair business#the pilot™️#frankie morales#francisco catfish morales#maybe i will#but he looks so good with this head of curls i die a little every time i look at him#pedro pascal
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