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lmao I’m gonna write wicked with a self-insert bc I just watched the singalong LETS GOOO

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Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? - Submitted by: fastman27

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That last bubble was in english already in the original. 

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uh yeah 🫶

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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙

oddballs and eggnog

goofybf! x THICC male reader

summary: love me a nerdy man that’s got a lil spice to him. plus a lil xmas lore!

notes: HI BEAUTIFULS! merry xmas to those who celebrate. it’s been a while fr, my bad dawgs uni work has been ploughing my ass so violently im reconsidering if a degree is even for me. but as a masochistic bottom, i had to channel my energy elsewhere; thus, this fic is just me showing the variety of my tastes as the true indecisive femboy that i am. show me a cute guy and i will plan my whole life with him. i need to get a grip.

originally, i canonically wrote this character with ginger hair (y’all know i fold for redheads), but the more i kept writing, the clearer it became to me that dark brown hair/black aligned with my OWN understanding of him. it’s all fiction anyways so feel free to adapt body types as you see fit. enjoy my lovelies 🎀

album rec: flo - access all areas. these girlies have my heart. been following them since about 2022 and they are genuinely my fave artists, cannot wait for flo world domination.

you guys had mutual acquaintances for a couple years, but it wasn’t until the two of you got to university that your friendship really blossomed. the engineering student didn’t have the best luck when it came to relationships; in fact, people would only toy with his emotions when they wanted something from him, so he learnt to put up a wall of cynicism.

these barriers he had fortified for his own protection made him quite a reserved guy. never cruel or nasty. just quiet. sure, he wasn’t a complete loner, he had a few VERY close bros who he’d let in, but it was clear that in this silence, he was safe.

he’s super handsy, whether that means pulling you on his lap, be it at parties or when he’s gaming, or placing his hands in your back pocket when y’all walk to class, he just wants to hold you. probably got something to do with the fact that he needs to make sure you’re real and not the angel he believes you to be. you love your needy bf and his craving for physical touch.

this is kinda juxtaposed by how flustered he gets by your words. the minute you whisper in his ear, he could cum in his jeans on the spot. he gets so red when you compliment him which makes him squeeze you tighter.

he wasn’t a virgin before meeting you, he’d had a few hookups but nothing sexual with someone he genuinely cared about. as a result, it made sense why he was very nervous when it came to your first time together.

to relax him, you decided to give him a blowjob to ease the tension and allow him to cum quick in the first round so he’d last longer during anal. sat back on the edge of his bed, he wore a vest and baggy joggers, awaiting your fingers to unleash his raging boner. you knelt down and flashed a comforting smile to him, which he failed to mirror perfectly.

‘we don’t have to do this if you’re not ready to. I’d never force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.’ you said concerned, stroking his abs, clear to you that he was stressing.

‘nah baby, i want this so bad. it’s just gotta be really special because you’re really special to me.’ he said gripping your chin.

‘i love you, y/n. like a lot.’

‘i know that you weirdo, i love you too, you mean so much to me.’

‘now, lemme show you how much.’ you said coyly, to which he was more than happy to oblige.

when i tell you, your man eats so well that his cum is literally like milk. the typa white, thick, pearly cum that you would swallow every drop of, because it truly is just disrespectful not to. the first time he came was a surprise for the two of you. he didn’t realise how much he loved seeing his cum all over your face, decorating your juicy, wet lips. the head you gave him was so good, he napped for 2 hours straight after you drained him. but that deffo changed him for the better.

his hobbies include boxing and gaming. he’s such a nerd he makes his own demo projects, playing with his classmates. you always chastise him for not making his hobby a lucrative endeavour - your boy’s got a talent and he doesn’t seem to know it. equally, he loves his legos and comics just as much as he enjoys coding, making you the prettiest bouquet of lego flowers for your first date. after spending some time walking, he took you back to his place and y’all spent the entire night binging his favourite marvel and dc films.

one time it was his birthday and you thought it be a good idea to make a short graphic novel of the journey of your relationship - ending steamily with you pregnant.

‘baby, i love this so much! who knew how sexy you’d look with a baby bump?’ ‘anything can happen in the multiverse’ you laugh, as he kissed your jaw.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so good tonight.’

as we have established, he’s far from experienced. he holds your hand through missionary always because it makes him feel safe. makes so many jokes during it as a way to deflect. lowkey loves being choked. you took the lead most of the time before, using him as a pole and ride the shit out of him.

but, that night he ploughed you with a sense of purpose, so deep and mercilessly that your insides were moulded into an incubator for any hypothetical foetus he would soon impregnate you with. after, he laid curled up next to you, caressing the belly that he had now filled with

‘i hate biology sometimes,’ he says breathlessly. ’you’d look so good with our lil baby growing inside your belly.’

your boyfriend is the goofiest mf ever; playing practical jokes on all his friends and fulfilling his role as your comedian. definitely one of your favourite characteristics of his.

his sleeper build is INSANE. he might appear tall and lanky, but he is far from it. bench pressing more than 100 kilos with one arm - the brudda is basically superman. he’s what you’d get if clark kent had ginger hair, and was a huge weirdo.

though he cannot dance to save his life. he used to be very awkward and shy, but the minute them clothes are off and you two are in the sheets? stroke game is giving pornstar baby girl lemme tell you! ever since your first time, it’s like you awaken the sexual drive in him that’s been missing all his life. this, paired for his complete adoration for you makes him a lethal weapon in bed - quite literally, your man casually packs an 8 inch pussy destroyer with veins that massage and pummel your gummy walls so well.

after this moment he became the BIGGEST TEASE. slapping his dick all over your face. as you chase his dick like a good puppy, he giggles at how desperate you are. ‘sweet Jesus you feel good’. ‘holy shit’. ‘don’t act like you don’t love it.’ painting hickeys all over your neck . he loves when ppl ask you because of how flustered you get, makes him want to mark you more. he’s no longer shy to the world and he thanks you everyday for that. living to call you princess - in both a mocking and endearing tone, he loved toying with your nipples because you’re his lil doll. in cowgirl he will play with them whilst jerking you off to get you to cum all over his abs. and! he LOVES eating ass - like almost obsessively, as if he’s high of your pussy.

he smells so good. so good. you always act like a bitch in heat whenever he steps out of the shower with a towel skimpily wrapped around his adonis belt.

your bf loves playing with his cum and using his dick as a paintbrush to decorate your belly, butt, and face. ‘my masterpiece’ + ‘my muse’ he professes. somehow managing to entrance you to always stroke his dick during makeout sessions. he brings his hands to play with your hair, knowing that his dick is in extremely good hands with you - literally. always pulling you off of his dick because he is really sensitive and ur mouth is a fucking weapon, but will show you that he’s the boss and could leave you bedridden for a couple days after a good fuck.

things he would say drunk off of eggnog:

‘i would die a happy man beneath those beautiful cheeks of yours’

‘put ur hole on my North Pole.’

‘ay, you Don’t get to call me handsome unless you’re gonna HANDsome of those fat cheeks of yours to my lap.’

‘come on, I’ve been a good boy, Santa says gimme some of that pussy you know I love so much.’

‘that ass of yours, come here lemme unwrap it.’

this man has you written into his destiny. he always dreamed of raising a son and dressing him up in the flyest outfits and with you, that desire became reality. you too truly are a match made in heaven.

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Monster mating season~! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

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A/N: inspired by @creepy141dollie walk <33

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Just imaginin a late night walk, clearing your mind, Y’know it was a bad idea especially durin matin season but what’s the worst that could happen to a man like ya self?… oh were you jus shocked when a tall lanky beast pulled you off your path, drool foaming past its lips dripping down its chin with its claws tearin up your pretty lil sweater having you all exposed laying helpless underneath him, it’s cock errect and leakin a puddle on the grass while its veins protrude N’ pulse all needy— the monster was so hard it was painful

Jus imaginin having a monster on top of you, pinnin you down face down N’ tha leafs with his cock pounding inside you, your rim all spread around him sloppily with a slick sound while he grunts N’ huffs in your ear bout puttin a baby in you talkin bout how he “needs T’ make young” or you “giving offspring”, he doesn’t even care if you don’t have a pussy, a hole is a hole and he’ll use em all- minus the mouth- he needs T’ save his seed N’ pump it all inside your hole to make sure you’re nice N’ well bred

Jus imaginin the monster having you all broken and doll like heaving N’ gripping onto a tree for dear life while his claws paw at your tummy groaning tryin to make you understand he needs to pus something inside your nonexistent womb! Why can’t ya jus see he only wants what’s best— his teeth in your neck letting out whines of frustration while he pounds into you makin sharp pains roll down your thighs into your calves from all the blows your prostate was takin from that bulbous tip.

Jus imaginin limpin away from that encounter leakin cum all down your thighs with your hole ruined unable to clench up anymore- thinkin you’re free from the monster but nope he follows you back home clingin to you- that wasn’t jus sex to him that was a whole matin caroming- you’re his now N’ he has young to raise in your tummy…that’s weird? Why can’t his seed take to you? Why aren’t you pregnant yet— did he not give you enough seed to reproduce— he’ll just have to give you more N’ breed you over until you’re finally knocked up.

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mine to hold ( choi seungcheol )

▍ seungcheol gets jealous and want to claims you.

content : 1200 words, male reader, added member!reader, fluff fluff fluff, boyfriend!cheol, jealous!cheol, requested here!

the rehearsal room was alive with its usual chaos.

music pounding, the sound of sneakers squeaking against the polished floor, and laughter echoing as the members ran through another grueling practice session.

sweat dripped down your forehead as you completed the last move of the routine, panting slightly as the song ended.

“alright, five-minute break!” hoshi called, clapping his hands before flopping down onto the floor.

the members scattered to grab water or stretch, the room falling into a buzz of idle chatter.

you leaned back against the mirrored wall, wiping sweat from your brow as seungcheol handed you a water bottle.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice soft but steady.

his hand found its usual spot on the small of your back, the warmth of his touch grounding you.

“i’m good,” you replied, taking a long sip. “tired, but good.”

he hummed, his eyes scanning your face as if checking for any signs that you might be overexerting yourself. it was such a seungcheol thing to do — always worrying, always protective.

you appreciated it, though sometimes his concern bordered on overbearing.

“i’ll be fine,” you added, leaning into his touch for a moment. “promise.”

seungcheol nodded but didn’t look entirely convinced. his hand lingered on your back as you both stood there, watching the other members joke around or sprawl out on the floor.

then, a voice called your name from across the room.

you turned to see a small group of backup dancers waving you over. one of them, a tall guy with bright eyes and an easy smile, motioned you closer.

“hey, can we ask you something about the routine?”

you glanced at seungcheol, who was already watching them with a wary expression.

“i’ll be right back,” you said, squeezing his arm before walking toward the dancers.

he didn’t respond, but his hand slipped reluctantly from your back, leaving a cold spot where it had been.

seungcheol stayed where he was, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. his sharp eyes tracked your every movement, his gaze narrowing slightly as he watched you laugh at something one of the dancers said.

“you’re gonna give yourself wrinkles if you keep glaring like that,” jeonghan teased, sliding up beside him.

“i’m not glaring,” seungcheol muttered, though the tension in his shoulders said otherwise.

jeonghan raised an eyebrow.

“sure you’re not. you look like you’re ready to march over there and pull y/n away by the hand.”

seungcheol’s jaw tightened. “maybe i should.”

jeonghan chuckled, clearly entertained.

“you do realize y/n isn’t doing anything wrong, right? he’s just being friendly. that’s how he’s always been.”

“yeah, i know,” seungcheol grumbled. “it’s not him i’m worried about. it’s them.”

jeonghan followed his gaze to the dancers.

one of them was standing a little too close for comfort, leaning in as if to catch every word you said. another reached out, laughing as they lightly touched your arm.

“okay,” jeonghan admitted. “i see your point. but you’re still overreacting.”

seungcheol didn’t respond, his eyes narrowing further when one of the dancers leaned down to whisper something to you. you laughed, completely oblivious to the way your boyfriend was fuming just a few feet away.

then you finally made your way back to seungcheol, you could feel the tension radiating off him like a heatwave.

“hey,” you greeted, brushing your damp hair back as you sat down beside him. “im back.”

“having fun?” he asked, his tone deceptively calm.

you blinked, confused. “yeah, i guess. why?”

his jaw clenched, and he tilted his head toward the dancers.

“you sure seemed to be enjoying yourself over there.”

“cheol, what are you talking about?” you asked, your brows furrowing.

he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“why do you have to be so nice to everyone?”

you stared at him for a moment, trying to piece together where this was coming from.

“i’m not being nice. i’m just… talking to them. what’s the big deal?”

“the big deal,” he said, his voice dropping slightly. “is that they’re not just talking to you. they’re flirting.”

you opened your mouth to protest, but he didn’t give you the chance.

“you don’t see it,” he continued, his frustration bubbling over. “the way they look at you. the way they stand so close. it’s like they think they have a chance with you.”

realization dawned on you, and your lips parted in surprise. “wait… are you jealous?”

“i’m not jealous,” he shot back quickly, though the defensive edge in his voice betrayed him. “i just don’t like people crossing boundaries.”

a slow smile spread across your face.

“oh, you are so jealous.”

“y/n,” he warned, but the blush creeping up his neck gave him away.

“cheol,” you said, your tone softening as you leaned in closer. “you know you’re the only one i care about, right? no one else even comes close.”

his shoulders relaxed slightly, though he still looked unconvinced.

“you’re too trusting,” he muttered. “not everyone has innocent intentions.”

“and that’s why i have you,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. “to scare away anyone who tries.”

a reluctant smile tugged at his lips, and he finally let himself lean into you, his arms encircling your waist.

“you think i’m scary?”

“terrifying,” you replied, grinning.

“good,” he said, his voice low and possessive. “let them be scared. maybe then they’ll back off.”

before you could respond, someone groaned loudly from across the room.

“can you two stop being gross for five seconds?” seungkwan whined, throwing a towel in your direction.

the rest of the members snickered, and even seungcheol couldn’t hold back a laugh as he caught the towel midair.

the break ended, and everyone returned to their positions for another run-through.

but seungcheol wasn’t done yet.

throughout the practice, he was extra touchy — his hand on your hips or lower back when he adjusted your posture, his arm slung casually over your waist during quick water breaks.

it wasn’t unusual for him to be affectionate, but today, it just felt… different.

“cheol, i think everyone’s watching,” you whispered as he leaned in to fix the collar of your shirt, his fingers lingering just a moment too long.

“let them watch,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “maybe then they’ll get the message.”

you bit back a laugh, shaking your head. “you’re really unbelievable, you know that?”

“and you’re mine,” he said simply, his eyes locking onto yours.

by the time rehearsal ended, you were both exhausted but in high spirits.

as you packed up your things, you felt seungcheol’s arm snake around your waist once more, pulling you close.

“come on,” he said, his voice softer now. “let’s grab some dinner before we head back.”

“sounds good,” you replied, leaning into his side.

as you walked out together, you couldn’t help but notice the lingering looks from some of the dancers. but this time, instead of getting annoyed, you just smiled to yourself.

let them watch, you thought.

seungcheol’s arm tightened around you, as if he’d read your mind.

because at the end of the day, you knew exactly where you belonged. and so did he.

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Ik people are liking the reblog because say gex BUT ALSO IF YOY WANT BANGER MUSIC LISTEN TO THIS SONG 🫶🫶🫶

cause ALL I HAVE ARE VIDEOS-

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This has nothing to fo with the GOATED song Tears Dry On Their Own by Amy Winehouse except the fact that it too is goated 🫶

tears dry on their own

[older husband] hugh jackman x male reader

summary: you're both clearly upset over the argument that occured throughout the day, so hugh calls you over to come and sit on his lap. You both apologise and snuggle together in his arm chair.

wc: 500+

notes: MDNI, FDNI, age gap, lap-sitting, emotional hugh and reader, apologies.

You lay on the couch after an argument with Hugh, very obviously upset over the things you've said to him, he watches you from across the room sitting in his arm chair as he nervously nibbles at his finger nails as he can't get the thought of how he treated you out of his head. Hugh's eyes fill up with tears as he tries to wipe them away because the thought of him hurting you was heartbreaking to him. The sniffles that escape your body was heartbreakingly painful to Hugh, you stop sniffling for a second to listen to Hugh's quiet sobs and your heart instantly breaks for him as you flip yourself round to face him. You both make eye contact from across the room, tears streaming down both of your faces. You both stare at each other from across the room while tears stain your reddened cheeks.

"I didn't mean a-anything I said.." You mumble out as your voice breaks from the sight of him being so visibly upset since you've never seen him like this before. Normally, Hugh doesn't get this emotional over a stupid argument, but tension has been high for some time now, and you've both been picking away at each other. Hugh just stares at you with his tear filled eyes, "C'mere," he mumbles out to you with his cracked voice, and you oblige slowly to make your way across the room to him, Hugh softly taps his lap and you gently climb on top of his lap softly lowering yourself down against him. Hugh's hands wrap around your waist, as one hand gently caresses up and down your back while the other hand stays on your waist. "I'm s-so sorry for saying all of that." You say as your voice cracks once again.

"Neither of us should've said what we did... and it's clear neither of us actually meant it. It was just in the heat of the moment." Hugh says to you in a soft mumble as he pulls your body closer to his. You lay your head down against his shoulder as you place a soft kiss against his neck, causing him to take a deep breath and feel his tears dry. "You know I love you... right?" You mumble out in a whisper in his ear causing him to turn his head to face you, you pull away from his shoulder to make eye contact with him. "Of course I do... I love you too, I wouldn't of married you otherwise" he says as his smile grows and you no longer see a trace of sadness behind his eyes. You chuckle at his remark and you pull him up, his back leaving the armchair that he was sat in.

Hugh's hands grip on your hips and you bring your hands up to his face in a gentle manner, your palms pressed against his cheeks as your thumbs caress his face as he looks up at you lovingly, "promise that we'll never fight that like that again?" You ask in a soft tone with a cheeky smile on your face, Hugh's grip on your hips jolts slightly causing you to arch your back which causes you to blush and chuckle and you hear him mumble out "I promise." You gently bite your lower lip until you both press your lips against eachother in a heated kiss showing how sorry you both are. Hugh stands up and holds you up so that you wrap your legs around his waist, he carries you upstairs into your bedrooms, closing the door behind you both so that either of you can show each other how truly sorry you are.

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I am so lucky to live in a world with egg and cheese sandwiches, glow worms, subway musicians, footage of deep sea creatures, vaccines, dogs & cats, card games, candles, pierogis, lava lamps, hellbenders, weighted blankets, fan art, turtles, all my friends, and really cool rocks

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Just some more thoughts on that jayvik dbh au

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Arcane: become human

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ordered a “who drink arnold palmer” t shirt for the laughs and it came printed “who drink arnorl palmer” and a sports logo on the back. which possibly makes the shirt funnier 

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Healthcare issues reflected in yaoi ✊😔

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Hey ya Mr.Mango- I don’t know if your doing requests or anything right now- but if you are would you think of doing something with hugh jackman?? Especially him as Wolverine but like idgaf I js love him(he can have my organs<3)🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

hello, I ain’t taking requests because I have like 60 left to do

SO I WILL IGNO-

Charots GAHAHAHAH

LUCKY FOR YOU MY POOKIE @worstwolverinesbf @stormyelliotwritez IS A WOLVERINE SIMP!!! I’ll be writing for hugh jackman (one cop fic, one w/ him on the set of deadpool and wolverine) very soon 🫶

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HAPPY NEW YEARS FROM GMT +8!!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶