Im Too Lazy To Make This A Writing Only Acc So Fuck It This Is Js My Shitposting/main/sometimes Writing

the biggest lie the weight loss industry ever sold us was the idea that the lower body fat % you have, the stronger and fitter you are. think about how stupid that is for a second. imagine explaining this concept to a caveman. he‘d just eat you for protein

"I don't want ppl to think I'm cringe—" NO. you go draw yourself smooching that fictional character RIGHT NOW. they LOVE YOU. be FREE. you have an entire community of ppl who support you, now shoo, go write that drabble!

“ say it’s big but you take it. ride, cowgirl. “

thinking about riding cowboy!logan…

Riding cowboy!logan means having Logan’s eyes flick over inch of you as you try to take every inch of him. His hands settled on your already-quivering thighs. His dog tags jingling between your pecs. “Can’t do it, Lo.” You mumble to him embarrassedly as you struggle to lower yourself down onto his thick cock.

Logan lets out a short scoff but that closed-lipped smirk graces his face anyways. “Such a spoiled little thing, aren’t you? Want me to do all the work.” He’d comment. His hand would slip back from your thigh to your ass, his fingers slightly digging into your skin before lightly coming down on it.

That pulls a jolt and a pathetic whimper from you. “C’mon, you’re not even tryin’, sweetheart.” Logan says, almost tauntingly as his hand that just spanked your ass now gently rubs circles over the skin.

“I am trying! S’not gonna fit,” you practically whine back at him, slightly pouting at his dismissal of your attempts. Your next words immediately fall into a sharp breath when Logan suddenly tugs you closer by his tags sitting so prettily around your neck. His breath softly fanning your skin.

“Then, we’ll make it fit.”

Riding cowboy!logan means sitting in his lap while he takes swigs of his Jack Daniel’s. One large hand gripping your hip while the other is wrapped around the neck of the bottle. That stupid smirk on his face as he watches you cry and moan on his dick. Your skin decorated with deep bite-marks and bruising hickeys from the edge of your jaw to your chest.

“Look at me, darlin’,” he’d tell you. You shyly drag your eyes up from where they were shamelessly stuck on his strong chest to his sharp brown eyes. And damn, you could cum just from the way he was looking at you.

Luckily, his hat on your head happens to tip forward and block your view of Logan’s face. Reminding the both of you of what a little thing you are in his lap. Logan just chuckles lowly in response before reaching up and adjusting it. “Atta boy.” He’d say when you meet his eyes again with a weak whine.

dbf!ellie eating you out in the backseat of her car. her head deep between the cushion of your thighs while her tongue’s savouring every last drop. “be a good girl, stay still f’me baby,” her grip getting tightening around your hips, holding you down in place. you could barely squirm as she dipped her tongue deeper into you. “s’cute.. i almost feel bad for you,” her chuckle was subtle under her breath; hot against your clit as she listened to you struggle. “c’mon, stay still.”

the volume of your whimpers increased as she quickened the rhythm, even moving her head side-to-side. her tongue laid flat against you, curving where you needed her most. “e-ellie, i can’t— we have to go,” your words coming out quiet and interrupted by another moan, “f—fuck.”

quite frankly, ellie couldn’t care about getting back. hell, she didn’t care for anything else. she had you moaning her name, begging to come, there wasn’t anything more important. even if that meant bringing you back home with unbuttoned pants and love bites trailing down your neck.

her arms were tightly wrapped around your thighs now, pushing you closer to her face. “k-keep going..” her tongue worked wonders against your bundle of nerves, licking and swirling around your most sensitive spot. lips occasionally sucking on it too, her teeth barely grazing against your hot flesh.

“thought you wanted to stop, cupcake?” you swore you could feel her smirk against your folds, grinning as she watched your back arch off the surface. with her head raised, you could only feel her breath fan over your pussy, teasing you. “use your words and say please f’me,” she leaned further between your thighs, “say please, baby. i’ll make you feel so fuckin’ good.”

the holy grail types of fanfic

Found my new favorite thing to see whale sharks do

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ok it was all fun and cute at first but my obsession with early seasons daryl (heavy on s1/2) is getting bigger than i can handle .. a crazy stupid infatuation that has me thinking about his lil mean ass every second of the day. like somebody fuck him already! for crying out louddd help that man calm the hell down.

i love every version of him (esp s4 like i just wanna claw my face off looking at him in that season) but idk what it is lately ok please understand

atp i’m gonna start rocking back and forth in the corner of a dark room because of this. if i don’t write about him like this i’ll never heal