Me with several characters from Elite 🤧
Me when I finish a show but I was emotionally attached to the characters so now I don’t know what to do with myself anymore:
Princess Tiana for Seda shampoo.
I see a lot is saying they feel that they are undeserving of food, but for me in the opposite.
I use food to punish myself when I already feel down and worthless.
🧍🏽♀️
Wally Clark
Period Comfort
Valentine's Day
Freaky Ahhhh Headcanons
Random freaky thoughts 🤔
Read me losing my mind
Period Sex
Getting his ass ate
Sex, Drugs, Ect. - series
Simon Elroy
Oral
Headcanons
The After Party
Rhonda Rosen
Headcanons
Steven Yeun in Jordan Peele’s Nope (2022)
hiii could you please write something where reader doesn’t know ethan is gf and during sex he slips up and is like “ i would kill for you” or something like that and reader just thinks he’s being passionate but he’s being serious lol
he's fucking you so passionately, hips meeting yours with deep thrusts, his face hovering above yours so you can feel his warm breath against your nose and lips. he has a hand pressed into the pillow above your head, the other clinging onto your waist until you can feel his blunt nails digging into your skin.
"fuck, you feel so good," he tells you, his voice a little shaky but missing that whimper-y edge you're so used to. although, you're whimpering enough for the both of you, your sounds broken up with breaths that come from the harsh thrusts ethan's giving you.
"s...so do you," you compliment, but your words are butchered and it takes a few moments to get the three words out. ethan's lip curls up into a smile and you try to reflect the expression, but his cock angles just right and your mouth falls open in a moan instead.
your eyes pinch shut, but you quickly reopen them to look at ethan. the way his cheeks are flushed, how pink his lips are, his long eyelashes framing doe eyes that are lidded as he stares down at you. his hair bounces with each thrust, and your sudden desire to dig your nails into the locks overcomes you until your limbs react before your brain realizes it.
ethan sighs into the feeling, his thrusts faltering for just a second. "i ..." he stutters, hesitates, then tries again. "i would kill for you," his hand on your waist slides up until it sits below the column of your throat, splayed across your collarbones. you tilt your chin up as a way to give him permission, then his hand slides up to gently wrap around your throat, not squeezing. "you understand that?"
you nod, even though in this state you don't really understand. but your eyes are so watery and your eyebrows are pinched and you look so sincere so ethan leans down and presses his lips to yours.
"i mean that," he whispers, but you're lost in the moment, reaching your peak, nonverbally begging for ethans help to get you there. with his undying love and obsession for you in his mind, he helps you reach your climax until you're clenching around him, bringing him to his peak as well.
"Ideas live forever. The willingness to write them, not so much" (or something like that)
This deep restriction isn’t necessarily hard and I’m LIVINGGG for the rapid weight loss but like… food kinda makes me happy 🥲
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