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you’re married— but is it really a marriage if it’s sexless and loveless? stuck with a man that’ll touch the town easies but not you and in house backing the woods is not the way you thought your life would turn out. maybe you’re losing your mind— all alone and vulnerable at night, but sometimes, sometimes you swear there’s something whispering in the trees.

it’s only a matter of time before he comes.

remmick x reader

i have to get this out of my head oops

dick grayson x reader

⚠️: micro-cheating, dick grayson is obsessed, you respect yourself and LEAVE his ass, sexual content (M masturbation), dick looks at pics/vids of you without your consent like a little heart broken loser— blah blah blah

(you can imagine any version of dick you want)

maybe I have some Benedict Bridgerton girlies on here maybe not but I have to get this off my chest with the new season because the man looks good. And don’t think for ONE second that this is anything but self-indulgent.

there is ofc slight porn in here bc WHO DO YOU THINK I AM???

you’ve received your warning, come closer if you dare.

whew.

hello tumblr, this has been a fucking hell of a year.

so… broke up with my fiancé of 6 years in a messy nightmare situation that was literally like a fucking fever dream but also the most relieving thing I’ve ever done. I also have a new boyfriend now??? love that for me???

but anyways, the whole point of this post is me just telling you all that I love you and everything I’ve ever done on this hellsite very much but I have to close this chapter in my life for good (which has been a long time coming tbh I think we all saw the day on the horizon).

with that being said, I will not be coming back. that’s so fucking bittersweet to say and also HURTS.

however, I will be keeping everything I’ve ever posted up for your viewing pleasure so you little shits better keep my fucking memory alive or I’ll come kick every single one of you in the back of your knees fr.

signing off officially— never forget that I love you and also to stay nasty forever 💜

⚠️: size kink, Toji laughs @ you— I think that’s everything

Minors close ur eyes n if you know me no you don’t.

next fic poll!!

vote it upppppp yessssss

i wanna write a the last of us au w young (early 20s) Kakashi or Shikamaru.

it would be based off the whole “you’re cargo— a mission n I’ll be damned if I let you die before I get what they said they’d give me but we’ve been traveling together for months and now it hurts to think about not having you next to me.”

But instead of a father daughter relationship, you’re falling in love.

the road to where you’re going is hard— rough. you aren’t meant for this— but him, he is. he’s used to the traveling, the danger.

he’s originally only interested in what they’re offering for your safe arrival to their facility, shut off and more than willing to hand you over, until he isn’t.

you’re worth more than any information they could ever offer. you, with your smile. you, with the way you steadily worked your way into his chest, digging your fingers into his rib cage. just you and the idea of a life without you making him fucking sick.

Just ahahahahahaaaa going from keeping your distance and making jabs at each other to, “once this is over, I’ll follow you wherever you want to go. I don’t care, not as long as you’re there.”

grumpy man n reader who is carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders slowly realizing they can’t imagine not having each other.

And, AND Kakashi or Shikamaru going fucking ballistic because these people are going to kill you— you, the only person they need to stay alive because their world will spin off it’s axis if they can’t see you smile again— if they can’t take you where ever you want to go.

they need you, just you. alive, breathing, safe— in their arms. where you belong.

lololololol

not me thinking about Madara fucking UCHIHA asking you how you want him after a bad day. somebody SEDATE ME AHHHH.

like come OOOOON.

“how you want it, baby? want me to be sweet? kiss you all nice ‘n make you feel good?”

this option would be accompanied with a sweet touch to the underside of your breast, long fingers plucking at a nipple so sweetly you can’t help but shudder— followed by a saccharine smile and a lingering kiss that makes you chase after him, hands pawing at his shoulders with a desperation only he can cause you.

but it would switch— grip turning heavy fingered, twisting at the delicate part of your chest with a sharp nip at your bottom lip, teeth pulling until you whine— big body muscling you back towards the wall with a heavy thump, “or you wan’ it rough, huh? want me to make you fuckin’ cry, sweetheart? give you hell?”

it’s a tough choice. you already know what you want though— all you have to do is say it.

just Madara Uchiha being more than happy to give you whatever you want— anything to see you smile, anything to make you feel good.

I’m gonna fuckin throw UPPPPP

i think I’m back in my Naruto phase

i cannot hide from it 🥲

send help & also requests for headcannons before i die

would anyone hate me if i posted a Rick Grimes smut here???? bro i can’t get him out of my head why is he so fine????

all who want it say yes and all who don’t want it also say yes

somebody write me a story about Ser Harwin Strong falling in love with reader but feeling unable to do anything about it out of respect for Princess Rhaenyra and the children he secretly fathered with her. maybe also out of respect for you as well, because some part of him loves her and it just wouldn’t be fair to you.

so you dance around each other— wandering gazes, lingering touches, useless conversation just to hear each others voices, but it won’t ever be enough.

you need a husband to love. one that will stand by you and be loyal and true to you. Ser Strong could never give you that, you aren’t a fool.

Harwin is content most of the time with his bastard kids and secret nights with the Princess but sometimes; sometimes when he catches a glimpse of your hair in the sunlight, when he sees the way your mouth parts into a longing smile, he thinks he wants a wife— he wants children he can claim.

and you, you could give him that, but would he be able to love you the way you deserve? (read: would he be able to stay away from the princess and her (his) children?)

you find yourself fearing that if you wed Ser Strong he would make a mockery of you, of your marriage. you don’t wish to find out if he could remain true to you, so you decide to marry someone else, despite your love of Harwin. if only you’d met sooner, then maybe you could have given him what he wanted.

Ser Strong is respectful of your wishes, even when his chest burns as you speak about your tryst for a lawful man to marry.

it isn’t as easy to watch you go as Harwin thought it would be, and watching you speak vows to a man that isn’t him is the hardest thing he has ever done.

(EDIT: I’m coming back 2 this because I am still stuck on the idea.

leaving King’s Landing with your husband and when you come back it’s been years. you wish you would have been more insistent about staying home, but alas— you’re back and if the nerves fluttering in your chest tell you anything, it’s that you really shouldn’t have come.

it takes days for Harwin to get you alone— you managing to avoid him at every turn, but you can’t now, as he’s blocking the only exit and looking at you like you’re a goddess walking among men.

AND HE JUST, “I’ve dreamed of you, every night.” you’re trying not to crumble under his gaze, and all you can remember is the way he used to steal the breath from your lungs, but looking at him now, now he just makes them ache.

there are years of hidden feelings bubbling in your chest until you’re sure you’ll throw them up all over the pretty dress that shows the colors of your husband’s house.

he moves in closer and a part of you wishes to jump in his arms, wishes to tell him there’s been a mistake and you never should have wed anyone but him— but you don’t. that would be dishonorable to your husband who has been nothing but kind to you.

with a gentleness a man nicknamed ‘break bones’ should not have, he cradles you at the nape of your neck, gaze matching yours with an intensity you haven’t seen in years.

he cradles you, pressing his forehead to yours, all soft hands and shuddering breaths, until his mouth is parting in a soft sigh of your name, “you’re just as beautiful as you were on the day i lost you.” god graces you the strength to turn your head, “unhand me, Ser Strong.”

you’re a married woman. he has no right to you, no right to touch you this way, and he retracts instantly, an apology falling from his lips. when your eyes meet again, you can see the hurt— but this is his making.

he will never have you, and now, here— as he is looking at you, you’re different than you once were. you quiver, but you don’t bend to him, to the desire for him to tell you he loves you.

And later, when Harwin asks you if you love your husband— you smile, and then you lie through your teeth. of course you love him— he is your husband and he is good to you, but Harwin knows— he can see it in your eyes, in the way they’ve lost their light from the years away from each other— you’ll never love a man that isn’t him.)

I want to cry. I want to fall in love. I want to be sad for DAYSSSS.

someone pls write this for me before I do it myself smh. I hate it here.