LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!
How do people find Spamton hot-
Why do I always fall in love with people who are already taken. It hurts. What makes it worse is that they are the flirty friend ;-;
Happy new year!
Went hiking for the first time today. It was for a school trip.
pairing: lee know x reader
I do not claim that this is an actual representation of anyone.
a/n: ok i said i will be ia for a while but i've had this in my drafts for a long time so i just decided to finish it lmao,,+ the outfit issue he had some days ago, also inspired me to finish it lol
warnings: body insecurities, angst, fluff
2022 © hiy-breadcheeks– don't copy, repost, or translate.
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You don't really have interest in social media, especially in twitter where you know a lot of problematic things happen, but you were glad curiosity took the best of you tonight.
Your boyfriend went to the bathroom not longer than a minute ago and he left his phone opened beside you on the bed. Now, both of you trusted each other enough to not mind when either of you looked at each other's phones so you decided to just look at what his fans were saying about your very talented boyfriend.
"THROW IT BACK AND FUCK IT UP LEE MINHO!!!!!" said one of the fans with a video of him attached, you giggled. "whST THE FUCJ DOES HE THINK HE'S DOING???? MY HEART IS TOO WEAK?????" a reply said, you nodded in agreement. The charisma you posses, Lee Minho... you thought.
You exited the tweet and scrolled further, your smile dropping to a frown.
"Look how frustrated he is. Somebody gonna get fired tonight, a styling staff specifically." A video of Minho fixing his outfit while looking obviously frustrated and uncomfortable was going viral amongst his fandom. Nothing was said against him, but mostly against the stylist. Saying how they should dress them better, complaining to his company, asking for the stylist to get fired, etcetera, etcetera.
You were starting to get angry as well because you knew damn well why Minho was acting like that, even more when you started to piece it together. You knew something was wrong when he came home earlier without a word or acting weird whenever you asked him if there was something wrong. You knew he was in a bad mood but you never pressed him to say anything because you knew he'd tell you if it really bothered him.
When Minho came out of the bathroom, he saw you scrolling through his phone with your eyebrows furrowed and he did nothing but sigh. He was planning to tell you but he guessed you found out before he had the chance to. Slowly, Minho made his way back to your shared bed. "Hey..." he said quietly, taking his phone when you handed it back to him, turning it off before placing it on the bedside table.
You did nothing but give him a small warm smile, your anger being replaced with worry and sadness. "I... I'm sorry, I just–" you cut him off with a kiss on his cheek. "No need for apologies, baby. Just tell me what's bothering you." you said, intertwining your hand with his. Minho took a deep breath, "I... don't like it. I hate... I hate the scar." you sighed deeply as you stared at your intertwined hands that he keeps fiddling with—a habit that you knew brought him comfort.
"Hmm, haven't we talked about this?" you whispered, taking your free hand and placing it where the scar was.
"I know, but when... w-when you work in an industry where your b-body and face a-are one of the main factors of–of that job... it's h-hard to ignore it, baby." he said in a shaky voice, you continued to stare and said nothing. "You don't know how many stays are asking us for... f-for ab reveals and stuff...ha" he slightly laughed at his own words, making you smile sadly, pulling him closer to you so you can lay on his chest. "You know they'll understand if you're not comfortable with it, right? Your fans love you, bubba. They're not leaving just cause you can't show a part of you."
"I know that, but I just want to do well. I want to sing well for them, to dance—but I can't do neither of those things when I'm too focused on my appearance. I can't dance well because it's not comfortable when my hair gets in the way, when my concept outfit gets in the way, and..." he paused, you looked up at him, kissing your forehead before speaking again, "and when I'm aware that there's a chance that my scar will show...just like what happened on the music show earlier..." he sighed. "Baby, you know how strict this industry is about our appearances. It's enough that people see me as cold, rude, emotionless– I don't want to look ugly in front of them too..."
You detached yourself from his chest and sat up, facing him with a smile, and because he was laying down, he needed to look up at you to give you a confused smile. "Do you remember when you first showed me your scar?"
"Tch! Of course, I do. I was nervous and embarrassed as hell, how could I forget?"
"And do you remember what I did after?" he said nothing and just nodded.
You lowered yourself so you can face his stomach, slowly pulling up his shirt and exposing his long surgical scar. Hesitantly, he placed his hand on yours that had the rest of his shirt crumpled in, "B-Baby–" you kissed his lips "Shhh.." you shushed, lowering your head again, smiling when you saw his stomach physically tensed.
You hummed as you lowered your lips and kissed every inch of his scar, slowly, lovingly... I love every part of you, Lee Minho... you thought as you kissed him.
He stared at you as you gave him the comfort he needed– the comfort he needed exactly from you. As you kissed his stomach where his hated scar was placed, he realized, as he continued to do so over and over, again and again-- how lucky he was that he found someone that loved him despite his flaws. He was thankful to no one but you because it was only you that made him feel so loved. How do you always manage to make me the happiest whenever I'm the saddest? he thought.
His smile grew bigger every kiss, his love for you grew stronger each time your lips touched his skin.
When you placed the last and final kiss, you faced him with a smile on your face, it growing bigger when you saw how big his smile was as he looked back at you. "I love you so much, do you know that?" he asked, the sadness that was previously present in his face, long gone. "Hmm..." you pretended to think. "Maybe?" you answered playfully.
He raised his eyebrows and gasped, "MAYBE???" you laughed, adjusting yourself up again, kissing his hair, forehead, temple, kissing his nose–making him giggle, his cheeks, and finally, a long kiss on his lips. "Of course, I know it, silly. And you do know how I do?"
"How?"
"Because you're not rude, cold, nor emotionless. You're the warmest person I've ever met, Min. You never failed to make me feel your love and affection. You always make me feel so loved." he smiled, "That's funny because YOU make me feel the same. I always feel my insecurities shake in fear when you're around because they'll know they'd have no place on my body anymore because it's gonna be filled with all your love– what's so funny???" he asked when you started laughing.
"Baby, you're so cheesy, d'you know that? Shake in fear?? God... pfft!"
"Oh shut up! Hahaha" he laughed with you.
"Hmm... but I love you. All of you." you whispered, with a genuine smile on your face.
"I love you too..."
i hateeeee thissss!!! but i have no choice but to post it bc it'll turn more crappy if I continued editing and "fixing" it. tsh,,, hoped you enjoyed though ://
Imagine Furina is being such a brat so you had to call your good friend Arlecchino(with a real cock) to teach her a lesson by fucking her and breeding her from behind with no mercy as Furina begs for your forgiveness,while your just there smiling as watching Furina crumble under your dear best friend
punishments-Arlecchino x Reader x Furina
Qingque’s notes: oml yes >:D also, that’s so hot wtf. And am I listening to the lost soul down while writing? Yes. Gn reader btw. In the end, it can be assumed as a strap or a cock
warnings: furina being called a whore/slut/brat, threesome, mentions of overstimulation
Furina would be so so so embarrassed :0 imagine being fucked by your biggest enemy…but it feels so good with you watching her fuck with another woman.so maybe she’s justify it..
“Mhm-ah! [n-name]~ p-please-ah, ah, ah! T-too much! Kya! Sl-slow down…please-ngh!” Furina moaned, tears starting to from in her eyes, reaching behind to try grasp Arlecchino’s wrist to get her to slow down. But alas, Arlecchino pushed her down the floor to fuck her even harder and deeper :((
you chuckled as you watch your beloved being utterly ruined by your dearest friend’s cock. It was a pathetic sight. The hydro archon being used like a fucktoy by one of the eleven Fatui Harbingers. If this got out..then Fontaine would be in a uproar…
“Have you learnt your lesson yet, brat?” You snickered, grabbing a fistful of her hair, forcing her head up. “Mhm! Ah! S-sorry-I’m so-agh! S-sorry-mhmm..u-ugh!” Furina apologised over and over, in an attempt to make her stop. “Arle…” you started, sitting back down your chair. “Yes?” She replied. Archons, she didn’t even look tired…only small beads of sweat formed at her face.
“Use her more. Then maybe…that slut will learn to stop bothering me.” You instructed, crossing your legs. “N-no more..pl-please..a-ah, ah, ah, ah! C-cumming-gonna-c-cum…hnng! Slow-no-feels..too-good!” Furina screamed as she came for the nth time, eyes rolling back. “Hm..she never reacted like that when I was fucking her before..” you sighed in dismay.
“You're such a whore, Furina..getting off my best friend’s dick? Arle..you can take a break..”
Nodding, Arlecchino pulled off and you two switched places.
“I’ll be the one fucking her until she passes out now…so don’t faint too quickly okay? mon cher?” You whispered the last part before taking off your attire.
furina gulped when she heard it.
this was going to be a long day…
Not this being my first smut fic >:D
Prompt 8: Toji being your personal slut
What would you do if you had gambling debt up to your head and fifteen years of child support? Easy, you become a wealthy woman's sex toy. Basically free sex and good paid was all Toji thinking about when he agreed to be your personal escape. That husband of yours had a young gal he keeps to the side, so why shouldn't you has some fun outside of the bedroom as well.
You thought it would takes forever to finds a decent gentleman that could makes you turn your head. It didn't take long to finds someone to take your head. He wasn't clean nor a gentleman at all. He was a filthy, shameless brute that got kicked out of your casino. You must had went insane for not calling the cops of the guy who brought a talking worm to the casino, yet you dragged him to the nearest hotel you could find.
The man you bought to the hotel name was Toji Fushiguro. He was nothing like your husband, and you loved ever bit of it. Your husband was a two pump chump. Toji was a jack rabbit. You nearly fell asleep from having such an intense organism from his rough deep thrust. He was lot bigger and thicker than your husband. It was no suprise when he had to hold your waist in place when he was knocking the wind out of you.
When he got done making you a dumb cumslut, you asked your lawyer to draw a contract up to make Toji your personal slut. He get a free housing in your summer house and money to erase all his debt. You get to be fuck dumb. If anyone asked him how he feels about being a slut, he would smile and say, " Being a slut is the most perfect job for me."
Chachachiao made this super wonderful fanart. I would bite this man.
I went bowling yesterday and now my hips, thighs, and arm hurt
There are lots of newcomers here these days, and I thought I’d spell out how to begin and what it means to ‘curate your own dash’ for folks who haven’t grown along with Tumblr for the past decade.
If you’re coming from a platform where content is fed to you, Tumblr can seem barren and intimidating in the beginning. But that’s actually a good thing! What it means is that you will see what you want to. If you’re in a fighting mood, go find political discourse. If you’re feeling fragile, make your dash nothing but art and nature.
You’ve made your blog and picked out your icon (seriously, choose an icon: otherwise you’re indistinguishable from bots). Feel free to be anonymous. Most of us are, and it’s wonderful to have a place that’s not tied to your Real Life. Here you can be a fandom freak (like me!) and no one judges you and your boss will never find out.
Now seek out tags that interest you. For example, I was just looking through #moss because I like peace and green things and old-growth forests. (And, apparently, beautifully naked fae-men, heh.)
Now you follow that tag (if it’s a popular tag, it’ll say how many followers the tag has, which is beneficial to know if you’re making a post that you want to reach all its interested audience) and posts with that tag automatically fill your dash. Voila, you have begun to curate your experience!
Do Follow: tags; blogs in that tag that you like; people who comment on posts in the blog/tag you follow that seem like they’re up your alley. The more people you follow, the more varied and nuanced your dash is.
Don’t Follow: people who make comments or posts that raise your blood pressure. Topics that upset you. Discourse that has you arguing in your head for the rest of the day. PLEASE avoid toxicity. Real Life is hard enough.
If you want to find your tribe and interact, it’s best to start following individual blogs. (If you follow a blog, they have an opportunity to follow you back. Simply following a tag is a passive, one-way street.) To Tumbl is to be in a vast cocktail party, and you need to mingle and eavesdrop to find the things that galvanize you.
💬Comment on posts (please always stay positive and enthusiastic: we really try to avoid toxicity). You can read other comments (and reblogged comments) by clicking on the notes:
🔁Reblog posts you like, both to show your support and to show other people what kind of things get you excited. Reblogging is essential to the tumblr ecosystem, because it’s the only way posts move around and get seen. You can also “like” posts, but that’s a much more passive way to interact. Also, reblogs and your own original posts show up on your blog and prove that you’re not a bot.
Create your own posts and remember that the first 20 tags you use are essential, because that’s what gets you seen (and followed) by strangers. Tags 21-30 are good for searching and archiving on your own blog, but they don’t count on the dash. Instructions on how to Make A Post.
Participate! Once you find your crowd, you’ll discover that there are always things going on. For example, in fandoms, we’ve got writing events, art events, crafting and cons. The more you try to be involved, the more new friends you’ll discover. Tumblr allows for such an organic community. One person has a thought, and many others build on that thought, creating something far greater than the sum of its parts.
There is no real algorithm beyond using those first 20 tags. This may be discouraging to folks who are used to working an algorithm, but we like it fine here, because it keeps everyone real and keeps obnoxious social climbers/capitalists out of your face.
Be patient! Just like in real life, when you find yourself in a crowd of people you don’t know, it takes a while to form connections. Watch and listen, and learn to read the room. Honestly, the thing that will win you the most friends/followers is honest enthusiasm about your space.
Don’t aim for the big names to become your new buddies. You’re more likely to find a thriving coterie among other fresh faces. Don’t assume that because they’re small or new they have nothing to offer you. Often, this is the fire that keeps any given corner of Tumblr going.
NEVER REPOST (without explicit permission). Reposting is when you cut and paste from someone else’s content and then make it into a brand new post under your own blog name. That is stealing and is very condemned. Reblogging is when you use 🔁and the OP (original poster) remains attached to their post and continues to see and be in charge of interactions.
Reblog in addition to Liking. A post that you ‘like’ is static. You are not helping it to get to a broader audience. If the post or poster is something/someone you support, then REBLOG that sucker: it deserves to fly!
Reblog and add your own content. One of the best parts of Tumblr is that you can comment on a post, or even add to it in your reblog (as long as you’re not being a dick, okay? Or changing the topic, which is known as ‘hijacking a post’). Here is a wonderful example of the Tumblr ecosystem at work, where someone had a thought, other people had thoughts about that thought, and then a bunch of artists jumped in. Tumblr posts BUILD COMMUNITY, and you can be a part of that conversation. (Do try to refrain from reblogging with vacuous comments just because you want people to notice you rather than because you actually have something to add, though. That’s just clutter.)
You can block individual blogs, Anons, people in the comments that you find upsetting. Here’s a post on How to Block.
Block entire tags or keywords if they are triggers for you. (Here is a post on how to do that.)
Blocking is self-care. It is not a platform to demonstrate to the community how much you hate someone and how they should, too. Usually the blocked person never even knows you’ve blocked them. If they do something egregious (like tell you or someone else to kill themselves), then ‘Report’ them.
You can block something (like #US Politics) if you can’t handle it at the moment, and then unblock it later. Block a friend if they’re spamming something you don’t like and then unblock them later. It’s all good! You are in control of what shows up on your dash.
The simultaneous joy and pitfall in following individuals is that MANY blogs are not single-topic. You will be exposed to all kinds of reblogs/ideas/other people from the folks you chose to follow, and can decide for yourself if you (a) want to be involved in that topic, (b) are indifferent to that topic, or © want to run from it screaming.
Also, the blogs you follow will move from hobby/theme/passion over time, and you can move with them, appreciate their new topic without vibing with it, or drop them altogether.
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***Here’s the Tumblr Help Center, where you can learn more details.