I Agree

I agree 🍃 💨

actually i think we should smoke some weed about it

I love my black writers 🤎☺️🥰

my reader is never finna be running her fingers through her naturally straight hair while bumping taylor swift and i’m not sorry ab it. yes she likes nicki minaj and megan the stallion. she has piercings and maybe some tattoos. she has an attitude sometimes and curses when she’s upset. like when do i write her constantly patting her head, popping gum, constantly hating on someone or being angry and saying shit like “aww hell naw” with nails so long that she can barely wipe her ass? NEVERRRRRR just bc i wrote her in a way that’s not the same as YOU doesn’t mean she’s “stereotypical” bc if she is then i’m a stereotypical black girl too bc i get my nails done, and listen to that same music.

men who are “my wife” this and “my wife” that.

Yes please 🥺

i want the sadness fucked out of me, i want him to wipe my tears away as he’s balls deep inside me, squishing me with his weight as he goes “shh, shh, it’s okay, pretty girl. it’s okay.”

If soundgasm ever shuts down you will never hear from me again.

Excuse my cringe-ness but I felt confident enough to write a one shot for my friend OwO . I wanted to cheer her up she was under the weather.

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The air was moist with a light fog, a sign of the up coming storm. A unsuspecting window blurry with a layer of mist unbeknownst to the owner of the room. A small, quaint, anime merch filled room sat as the center piece of our small story. A lump in the covers could be seen slowly rising and falling as our main protagonist was sleeping gracefully.

Ok that was a lie she was sleeping upside down a body pillow between her legs and her blanket on the floor. A soft expression on her face minus the drool leading from her mouth to her pillow. A sudden knock was imprinted on the door, and a soft call of our protagonist name was called only to fall on deaf ears.

A head of messy purple hair stuck through the door dark circles can be made out on the individual’s face. A small smile creases his cheeks along with a light dusting of pink. Walking to the desk located in the corner of the room to collect the information he needed.

(Notes for science class) giving a small pat to Y/N’s head ruffling her hair a bit.

Calling her name again to see if she would awaken, and when she did not hasty chapped lips were placed on her cheek with a look of adoration on his features. Sighing in relief when her face didn’t move. Going to stand and make his departure a hand lightly grabbed his wrist. Eyes siding he looks down to see a cheeky smile and quickly moving eyebrows staring back at him.

On this day Y/N can say that red is her favorite color as that was the color the purple-ets ears had changed.

“If you wanted a kiss you could have just asked”. The nonchalant-nes of her statement only made him more embarrassed. “I didn’t want to wake you” he replied with a slight crack in his voice.

BOOM. CRACK. WOOOSH

The sound of thunder was loud on the outside of the room, curtains drawn just enough to have what little light that could come from the grey sky full the room. A whimper left our purple-et at the sound hands coming up to cover his ears. Eyes shutting tightly he didn’t notice two arms extending to pull him to a soft body.

Upon contact his shoulders slumped into a calmer position his face shamelessly snuggling closer to her heart. (Titties) slipping into the covers with him laying on top of her carful not to put all of his weight on her. Every thundering sound gaining a flinch from him but a forehead kiss and head rub followed.

The assignment that was due, long forgotten as the couple found sanctuary in each other’s arms. Exchanging loving words of affirmation as they listen to the rain fall gracefully against the window.

~The End~

Ok I go hide under a rock now bye bye