"What could've been"
-A photo that was never taken pt.2-
Choke. Just think about it, seriously. Think about what choking is and imagine speaking while it’s happening. That would fuckin’ hurt, man.
Hiss. Look, it’s just not possible, okay? No matter how “evil” you want your character to seem.
Snarl. Animals snarls. The Beast from Beauty and the Beast snarls. The Hulk snarls. You know who doesn’t snarl? PEOPLE WHEN THEY’RE SPEAKING.
Shriek. Come on, 99% of the time, “shriek” is not the word you want.Let’s face it: if you put an exclamation point at the end of the sentence, your reader gets the picture. Don’t bring to mind banshees and screaming toddlers.
Sneer. I’m not even going to bother explaining this one. “SNEER” ISN’T EVEN A SOUND.
some more sims shenanigans
⸝⸝﹙ BABY, PULL ME CLOSER ❦ ﹚
pairing ⋮ dabi x reader, shigaraki x reader, hawks x reader, twice x reader.
warnings ⋮ SMUT. lowercase / small fnt intended. best read in light mode. public sex. oral sex (m. recieving & f. recieving). cockwarming. alcohol consumption.
DABI, who fucks you on the hood of his shitty car, completely ignoring the fact that, across the street, sits a police station. his pants are pushed down just enough that his cock is free, his fingers dig into your hips so hard that you’re sure there’s going to be bruises tomorrow. he leans down, his tempo not slowing in the slightest, and scoffs in your ear; “bet you like this, huh? anyone could walk by, see you bent over for me.”
TOMURA, who’s dick is shoved down your throat as his fingers move swiftly at his controller, entirely focused on the game in front of him. you don’t do this often, because he doesn’t like to be distracted when playing games, but when you do, he makes you stay there, spit dripping down your chin, until your jaw aches. then—and only then—will he shut his PC off and drag you up to his lap, rolling his eyes.
KEIGO, who loves quickies on his breaks. you’re tucked away in an alley, facing the wall, shielded by his wings, spread wide. his movements are jerky. desperate and uncoordinated. he’s always so pent up; he fucks you like this is the last time he’ll ever be able to do it. he fucks you like he needs it to survive. he fucks you like it’s purely instinct, like he has to.
JIN, who fucks you in a mausoleum. it’s the middle of the night, both of you are a little drunk, and you happen to stumble upon a graveyard. his words are slurred, mumbled against your neck as he kisses down your neck. he kneels in front of you and eats you like a starving man. licking and sucking and biting. he can’t fuck you, whiskey dick getting the best of him, but he’s fine with that. honestly, he thinks that even if he was never able to touch you again, he’d still love you.
“I can make him better” “I can make him worse” I can have him gripping the sheets and arching his back
Y/N: I’m not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I’m not passionate about.
Steve: What are you passionate about?
Y/N: Sleeping.
gn this makes me giggle every time i see it
ima start ending all my posts with this shit
Person A: “Is it just me…. or is that car following us.”
Person B: “No, I noticed it too.”
Person A: “…..Plan B?”
Person B: “Plan B.”
He’s so…. I need him 😔