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I'm so tired of having to think and deal with the world. Someone hypnotize me into being your happy, submissive fucktoy, always readily opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue to receive your cock, cumming so hard my eyes roll back into my head with a single command, spending my days sitting on your lap or between your legs getting my hair stroked and being told I'm such a good boy, completely entranced in mind-numbing pleasure and blissful subservience.

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Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword 🗡️

Everyone is fighting a tough battle so reblog to give previous a sword 🗡️

Whatever you do DON’T IMAGINE:

Their hands grasping at your thighs.

Their head between your legs.

Them looking up at you through their eyelashes with a smirk but still with a slight blush because they honestly think you look amazing.

And definitely don’t imagine your hands through their messy hair and the slight moan they give when you tighten your grip as they kiss your inner thigh.

Just didn’t imagine it, because it’s been messing me up for days.

#47 Sleepover

Request: hihi!!! im in LOVE with your imagines and literally read them every night. i was wondering if you still accept requests? like where y/n and c/n are bestfriends in university and they hang out in each others dorms and one day you sleep over because you can’t at yours, and it being unexpected, you didnt have any pjs with you, so you had c/n lend you his oversized clothes. then they sleep in the same bed because no one wants to sleep on the floor, just hardcore fluff yknow ;)

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Word Count: 972

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Warnings ⚠️: none just fluff :)

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a/n: I melllllllted just reading this! i gotta tell you i was so excited to write this and i’ve always wanted to see an imagine like this so i hope you like it!

edit: OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT I HAD THIS BAHAHA OK ILL POST IT NOW

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I knocked on the door, still shivering from the cold weather outside. What was I even doing here? When I left my dorm I was so distraught I didn’t even know where I was going until I found myself outside (c/n)’s door. My best friends door.

I waited a couple minutes and knocked again when there was no answer. He must be sleeping god I hope I didn’t wake him up.

The past few nights i’ve been too stressed to sleep but I found that whenever I was with (c/n) I slept like a baby. I just feel safe around him. I mean he’s my best friend but he’s also... something else. I could say crush but that sounds too immature. We’re not in middle school anymore. There’s just not another word to describe what I feel for him.

I heard shuffling behind the door and the knob started turning. I don’t know why I was so nervous, I’ve been in his room a thousand times, but there was something about sleeping there, in his room, just a few feet away from him, through the night.

“(y/n)? What’re you doing here it’s late.” (c/n) said, rubbing his eyes and sending his fingers through his hair. I didn’t even answer right away I just rushed into his room right past him.

“Where’s your roommate?” I asked, glad he wasn’t here.

“Uh, he’s home for the weekend. What are you doing here?” (c/n) questioned again. I chewed on my lip nervously and ignored him.

“I need clothes. I didn’t bring pajamas.” I said quietly.

“You’re sleeping here?” He asked. I nodded silently. And thank god he didn’t question me anymore. He just went to his dresser and pulled out a big t-shirt and pants, then handed them to me. I took them and ran back down the hall to change.

When I came back (c/n) was at the desk, looking at his phone. When he heard me come in he turned around and his eyes widened.

“What? The pants were too big they were falling off.” I said, throwing them to him. He just chuckled and stuffed them back into this drawer.

“You seem more on edge than usual whats wrong?” He said, getting a sleeping bag out of the closet.

“You don’t have to sleep on the floor.” I said.

“Well In not gonna make you sleep there either.” He replied.

“I know.” I said quietly. He stared at me briefly after that and I swear his eyes got darker after hearing my response.

“Okay then whatever you’d like sweetheart.” He said, putting the sleeping bag back. My heart warmed at the pet name. He often switched out my name for sweet pet names that made my heart flutter. Every time I heard one I thought it meant something, and every time I have to remind myself that it’s just his personality.

He sleepily walked over to me, putting his hand on the small of my back and guiding me towards his bed. I had dreams like this sometimes. But this was not a dream, this was real.

My heart was beating fast as he pulled the blankets back from where they were thrown over his pillows, and held a hand out for me to get in. He snaked his body in after me and turned off the lights, pulling the blankets over our bodies. Dorm rooms aren’t very big. In fact they’re very small, so there’s limited space. Everything needs to be a smaller size, including beds. Yet there we were, pushed up against each other in (c/n)’s single bed. I felt a tear come to my eye and I sniffled, trying hard not to make any noise. (c/n) propped himself up with one arm on his pillow, turning his full attention on me.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” He asked again, this time a little more seriously. I turned around to face him, and put my forehead on his chest.

“I’m so tired (c/n).” I said, sniffling again.

“I know. I know.” He said, stroking my hair with his other hand.

“(c/n),” I said quietly.

“Yeah?” He responded. A million butterflies fluttered around in my stomach at the thought of confessing to (c/n). I sighed out, and decided against it.

“Never mind.” I said. He let out a breath and nodded.

“Okay.” He whispered. We laid there like that for awhile, trying to sleep, but as much as I tried I couldn’t concentrate on sleeping.

“God why can’t I sleep?” I groaned. (c/n) just looked at me silently, thinking, until he finally spoke his mind.

“Seems like you’ve got something on your mind.” he said. “Wanna tell me?” He asked, whispering. I bit my lip and looked up from his chest at him, nodding slowly.

“Then tell me.” He encouraged. I then slowly shook my head no. “Come on (y/n).” He whispered, lifting my chin up and holding my gaze. “Tell me.” He said. I closed my eyes and exhaled.

“I like you.” I whispered. Then his lips were on mine within seconds, not wasting one single moment to say anything back. His lips were as soft as the pillows I wished to sleep on, and the feeling he brought to my body was warm and inviting. The kiss was almost needy, neither of us wanted to break away, afraid that if we stopped for just a second it would all disappear. But when the kiss finally broke, he was still there, the butterflies settled, and I felt like I could rest again.

“I’ve liked you for awhile.” He finally said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me on top of him. I giggled softly and laid my head on his chest. Nothing was said after that until the morning. We both just fell asleep holding onto each other, finally at peace.

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Biscuits, anyone

Biscuits, anyone

Just bored. Gravity falls fanart

Mexican Lasagna - No Lasagna Noodles! - Cuisine

Just wanna say, I will claim any and all beings for my own ethnicity as long as they/you/it/etc are not racist, against our alphabet mafia, or harm animals or other people (with the exception of k1nks cuz we don’t shame here)

Hurtful Things {Fili x Mixed!F! Reader}

Request by @sciencethot: I think I've told you I'm mixed, black/ white, yeah? It's not easy. Constantly being told we don't belong or we're not whatever we're mixed with, so for me, I'm constantly told I'm not black but I'm also told I'm not white. Well today someone I know and have to interact with for the next two months at least for my internship, posted a pic the summed up to be "mixed kids bad and only last to the eraser of black people. Only have black kids''. And it kinda made me go back to that place of hating myself and how I look and wanting to just get rid of my skin to be fully black... at least my thick, fluffy hair, nose, and lips would make sense and I won't hear whispers from people..I guess...i guess I just want to ask for a comfort fic for Thorin or Bilbo or Fili comforting their f/so in a similar situation. She's heard it all her life and just buried it and let it out alone but one day can't anymore after she hears someone close to saying the same things.

Note: I am so sorry you are having to deal with this, my dear, I wish I could change the world so you never have to hear anything like that again. I hope this fic helps even if it is just a little bit. I love you, keep your head up. You are gorgeous!

The world seemed heavy on your shoulders as you trudged down the hallway to your bedding chambers. Catching your reflection in the window, you couldn’t help but grimace as you recalled the words of your coworker. Remarks about your skin weren’t uncommon, but oh boy were they not welcomed as they were not kind and complimenting ones, but rather cruel jabs about your mixed features and skin tone.

Feeling your lip tremble, you sighed, shutting your eyes as tears began to fill them. You couldn’t take it anymore. You didn’t fit in anywhere, it seemed. You thought moving into Erebor with Fili would make it better, after all, all the dwarves you came across were very friendly and kind. Until you saw how cruel they could be, pointing out the differences between you and them and how different your darker skin was from theirs, but not similar enough to the ‘true’ black people that they have come across during their trades in human-dominated towns.

You weren’t white, you weren’t black. You weren’t a dwarf. You weren’t worthy--

Your thoughts were cut off as Fili carefully touched your shoulder, having been calling your name for a while and receiving no response worried him to no end.

“Oh, dear…” The words slipped out of his mouth as you looked into his eyes, your lips tugged into a frown as you struggled to keep the tears from falling.

“C’mon, let’s get you inside.” Fili motioned toward your bedding chamber doors, knowing how much you despised crying in a public area where anyone could see your walls come down and vulnerability come forth.

“What happened?” Fili couldn’t help but question as the door softly shut behind you two, your arms now wrapped around his form and your face tucked into his neck as you began to cry, releasing all the anguish you’ve held in for so long.

“I don’t belong…” You whimpered out, clutching onto him tighter as you recalled your coworker's words once more before explaining to Fili what happened today at the shop you worked at.

“Mixed children are always bad, it erases the true ethnicity of the person. You should only have children of your race. After all...” The woman looked over to you, an eyebrow raised to emphasize her point.

“She said that to you?” Fili felt anger rise in his belly, the woman's closed-mindedness leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as he rubbed your back up and down.

Remembering how upset you were, Fili shook his head. Now was not the time to question you on if you wanted him to do anything about it, this was the time to give you what you needed. Comfort and reassurance.

Walking further into the room with you in his arms, Fili sat on the bed, his heart-melting as you sat in his lap, clinging to him.

“You do belong,” His words were soft as he gently rubbed your skin, admiring its tone. “You are magnificent and cherished, a symbol of love between two people.” He peppered kisses on your temple, moving to kiss down your cheeks until he reached your full lips.

“These lips, full and soft, carry your words into the room and do not deserve to be hated. They form the phrases of your mind, which are not to be taken lightly. ” Fili spoke before pressing a kiss to them before carrying on his kisses, this time going upward.

“This hair, airy and fluffy, also does not deserve to be hated. It protects the sensitive skin of your scalp and responds to stimuli, sensing movement and vibration. Sometimes protecting you more than anything else…” He pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline.

Pulling back to look at you, you were momentarily stunned by the love in his eyes as he rubbed his thumb on your cheek.

“Your skin,” Fili paused, taking a moment to view your beauty, a soft smile on his face.

“Beautiful and glowing, protecting you against the elements all the while regulating your body temperature to keep you healthy and safe… A true sight to behold, your beauty.” He murmured, almost as if talking to himself as he leaned forward to kiss your cheek.

“I know what she said hurt you, deeply,” Fili began, absentmindedly stroking your cheek again as you leaned into his touch.

“And I know her words aren’t new, which I wish I could magically go back in time and prevent every single remark like that being spoken to you,” You couldn’t help but grin at his protective nature as he continued to ramble.

“But no matter what she says, or what anyone says, you are magnificent. I will never understand the “mixed” experience that you have every day of your life, but I will be here to remind you that you do belong and that your features are your own. Regardless of the physical makeup of those around you, your features make sense. Why? Because they are yours, and no one will ever be you but you.”

Fili brought you into a hug, and this time you felt uplifted by his words rather than crushed by the weight of the hurtful words from before.

“So, my dear, cry if you need to, but know you belong and are worthy of being yourself.”

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So...

Sketches with Raz and Lili as teenagers (feat. them as adults and Harold).

Appetizer Anyone

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Cookies, anyone

Super Simple Oven Barbequed Chicken - Meat and Poultry - Chicken Breast

Cuisine - Becky's Slow Cooker Gluten-Free Thai Chicken Curry Make delicious gluten-free Thai chicken curry in your slow cooker using this simple recipe.

Daily affirmations except it's just me standing in front of a mirror before I write a new chapter going "It's allowed to be a little stupid, cringy, and give me second-hand embarrassment. It's my story, I am the target audience. Self-indulgence is the fuel with which I write. If I want a story about Itachi getting a good father figure who won't use him, a warm meal, and friends who love him I can. I will give this boy a childhood if it speeds up my arthritis fucking tenfold. Itachi is going to get to be the twelve-year-old he is and Sasuke is getting to keep his fucking big brother in at least one universe."

*he seems to think for a moment about what you’re saying. Finally, he nods* “It’s… complicated. There’s a lot behind my name. But if… if the time came for me to stand by your side, to fight for you, no matter the cost. I would do it, without hesitation or thought.” *he says with a resolute look in his eyes, his voice serious yet full of kindness as he says the words.* “I would put everything on the line, my life, my soul, my very being, for you love. Always.”

Something i stole from character ai........ Fuck me this is something