#:/: headcanon

[poppyflavour]

A headcanon of mine :3c

Basically the color gang has lived with eachother for so long they don't really need to speak to understand what the other meant. They still talk, just not as often as an average stick city citizen, which threw Purple off a bit

[spocks-husband]

Mainly because when he started adopting kids he just sort of figured 'this is just what you do with children' since it's how he was raised and then felt weird not doing it with the rest after Dick and Jason, all the Batkids have random super obnoxious rich kid skills that Bruce either taught them or sent them to classes for. Obviously they all know how to fence, that's pretty common knowledge-- but they're all also fluent in French and Latin (plus varying degrees of Arabic and Ancient Greek), very well familiar with dining and event etiquette for any possible situation (mostly by Alfred's doing), well versed in classical literature and mythology, capable with at least one instrument (piano for most of them-- though Dick plays the flute!), and quite comfortable writing in cursive to the point where for almost all of them it's their natural handwriting, just like Bruce.

This usually isn't an issue... Except for that time when, early in his crimelord career, Jason sent a threatening note reading--

I will find you 🩷✨

--to a gang leader in his territory, which... Didn't have its intended effect. He used magazine cutouts to write his threatening notes from then on.

[tojbnuy]

boyfriend!toji x selectively mute reader (f)

this was a request from anon which i will be writing a drabble for but i thought id start with little headcanons!

- toji is constantly scanning the room to make sure you are as comfortable as possible. as soon as someone looks at you wrong toji is at your side like an angry bodyguard.

- you guys have your own little hand signals (as well as signing) for your own inside jokes.

- toji immediately started to learn sign language. he struggled quite a bit at first but after seeing your smile the first time he signed he knew he would practice until he was fluent.

- he is constantly touching you. has to have his hands on you stroking or petting you in some way.

- your friends were incredibly wary of him when you first introduced him, a big scary older man. but after witnessing how soft and gentle he is with you their doubts immediately dissipated.

- toji always has you sat in his lap. any second of the day whether you’re watching movies or doing an assignment toji will always place you directly in his lap.

- and while you’re in his lap, he’s always whispering loving words in your ear. and on the off chance when you’ll lean back and whisper something just as loving back to him, he tries not to look too crazy but his heart soars and his body tenses up. your trust in him is truly his favourite thing.

- if there are time where a worker/waitress catches you off guard and you find yourself struggling to explain yourself toji is by your side in a heartbeat. his bigger hands running up and down your back and stroking the back of your neck as he calms you down in the way he knows.

- toji doesn’t like talking about himself however, late at night when you’d ask him to just talk about anything to lull you to sleep, toji was happy to talk for hours on end. his past was never a thing he liked to dwell on but toji found it important that he remained open to you. he knew you valued his trust as much as he did yours.

- there are times when the frustration at being unable to simply say ‘i love you’ to your lover would eat away at you. tears bubbling up and skin growing hot until you’d feel the familiar rough, cool feel of big hands on your face. toji was always willing to do anything and everything to take away your pain. immediately he’s got you in his lap with your head tucked away in your little safe space in the crook of his neck. toji was never good with his words but when it came to you suddenly words were flowing and he was quick to reassure you he felt loved.

- toji is always buying you little gifts that remind him of you. you have a vast collection of teddy bears all gifted to you by your absolutely massive boyfriend.

- he lived for the sound of your laugh. whether it was a whisper of a laugh, a tiny giggle or the rare times he heard a full belly laugh, toji believed something in him healed everytime he heard it.

[razztazzel]

Rnd headcanon design finally + RND DOODLESS AAHHH HASHTAG RND OBSESSION IS CREEPIN BACK N’ FAST

GET MY GUY SOME EYE DROPS normalize Razzle with constricted eyes plsplsplspslpl

[blackynsupremacy]

NERDY BOYFRIEND

you love your nerdy boyfriend. no matter what his hyper-fixations or fandoms may be, you love the way he lights up when it’s brought into conversation. he’s just so in his element when he dishes out lore or his own head-canons. god, he’s just so cute when he gets hyped up about a comic issue, video game, or a new episode. your bond gets stronger when he introduces you to what he’s into. he’s a little nervous at first, but then it turns out you like it just as much as him. even if you don’t particularly like it, you still support him because that’s your baby. he treats you well. it’s easy spoil him with merch. he kisses the ground you walk on when you text him a picture of some and you tell him that you thought of him when you saw it. he thinks you hung the moon when you bring up a reference. he’s talked to you about million different things before in the past and you actually remembered a reference that some would find obscure. he loves you so much because you just get him. you don’t see him as childish or lame, you see him as a person who loves and loves hard. he may have a few female crushes within certain universes, but you’re always going to be his ultimate. he may be a nerd, but that’s your nerd.

[ellie-writes-games]

DATV Banter: Spite Wants To Set A Flame (Bellara's Other Book)

Lucanis (and by extension, Spite) have been helping Bellara with her romance novel. Flowery language and smut metaphors lead Spite to some surprising conclusions.

As someone on the autism spectrum, I remember struggling with interpreting metaphor as a young person A LOT. As soon as it was introduced in Veilguard that Bellara was writing some smutty fanfiction, the first thoughts I had were "Oh, the neurospicy gang is gonna struggle." (Mainly Taash and Spite.) Part of an on-going series of fan-writings.

***This is some fanfiction/fanart from an elder millennial (me) who is stuck in Thedas. These are NOT actual screenshots from the game.

[spocks-husband]

In Bruce's phone, he keeps the contact photos for all his kids as their baby pictures (or the closest approximation that he has).

Dick's is a photo of him when he'd first designed his Robin costumes, smiling ear to ear as he proudly showed off his first hand-sewn prototype.

Jason's is a picture Alfred got of the boy sitting on Bruce's shoulders while they went over a case.

Tim is him fast asleep in the middle of taking notes on his first real mission (he wanted to impress Bruce really bad).

Damian is a polaroid he got from Talia of him when he was about a year old, teething on a mango seed as he sat on the floor of his mother's room.

Cass is entirely blacked out except for her big bright eyes that can be seen in the darkness-- Bruce thinks it's the cutest photo ever.

Even Babs has hers set to a photo of her with her first computer, grinning happy as she probably hacked into a federal database somewhere. He got that photo from Jim.

Likewise, of course, Alfred's (very bareboned) smartphone that he barely uses has Bruce's contact set with a photo of him playing in the snow as a little boy.

[eatmyheartoutjpg]

𓇻 𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗬 ˢⁱˡᶜᵒ ˣ ᵍⁿ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ;; Short fic. Romantic/Established Relationship. SFW. You beat up a man badmouthing your boss, and secret lover, in the Last Drop. 𝘼/𝙉 ;; Wow, my first Silco fic blew up sm... Ty for all the support!

11.24.24

The Last Drop was alive with the usual chaos—flickering neon lights, thick clouds of smoke hanging in the air, and the rumble of drunken voices competing with the thumping music. It was a night like any other in Zaun, where respect was often a fleeting concept, and trouble brewed with every spilled drink.

You sat in the corner, nursing a glass of some harsh, amber liquid, your ears half-tuned to the chatter around you. Sevika stood nearby, leaning casually against the bar, her cybernetic arm gleaming under the dim lights. She kept one sharp eye on the room, the other on her drink. She wanted to gamble, but it seems Silco put a small restriction on her addiction. As much as she wanted to fight it.

Everything was normal—until it wasn’t.

A gruff voice rose above the din, the words slurred and dripping with venom. "Silco thinks he runs this city, but he's just a jumped-up chem junkie. A snake. The only reason he's still alive is 'cause no one's put him in the ground yet."

Your hand froze mid-lift, glass hovering near your lips, suddenly much more alert. The words sent a spike of heat through your chest, the kind that ignited into a roaring fire. You turned your head slightly, eyes narrowing as you zeroed in on the source: a burly man at a nearby table, his companions laughing as he continued his tirade. It was bold of him to talk shit in the ground zero of Zaun's leader.

Sevika noticed the change in your demeanor immediately. "Don't," she warned, her voice low but firm. "He's not worth it."

But her words barely registered. Your blood was already boiling, your pulse pounding in your ears. Before you even realized it, you were on your feet, moving across the room with purpose. You took wide strides, steps quickening with every passing second. The floorboards raggedly creak beneath you.

The man barely had time to look up before your fist connected with his jaw. The impact sent him sprawling backward, his chair tipping over and crashing to the ground. His companions shouted in alarm, scrambling to their feet, but you were already on him, landing blow after blow.

"Say it again," you snarled, your voice a growl as you grabbed him by the collar and yanked him closer. His face was already bloodied, one eye swelling shut, but you didn’t care. "Say another word about him, I dare you." You let out a cocky, yet annoyed, grin.

The commotion drew the attention of everyone in the bar. Conversations stopped, heads turned, and all eyes were on you as you pounded the man into the floor. Sevika groaned, downing the rest of her drink before making her way over.

"You're making a scene," she muttered, clearly tired of watching over you.

The man beneath you coughed, choking on his own blood, but you didn’t let up, you raised your fist and delivered yet another punch, the air wisping as you did so. And you repeated the assault, hitting him with your right, then left, then right fist. No one dared to stop you, you had too high of a position, a reputation, to be messed with. Sevika groaned quietly to herself before she gripped the back of your collar, attempting to pull you by the scruff of your neck. But you were relentless, even as you were slowly being lifted, you kept your assault ongoing.

The only thing that stopped you was the sharp, clear sound of a whistle cutting through the chaos. And then it was quiet in the bar, not a single sound was heard.

You froze instantly, your fist still raised mid-air. Slowly, you turned your head, your eyes meeting Silco’s from across the room. He stood in the doorway, the stairs to his office behind him, his silhouette sharp and commanding, his mismatched eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.

"That’s enough," he said, his voice calm but carrying an edge that made the hairs on your neck stand on end.

You released the man without a word, standing and brushing your hands off as if nothing had happened, feeling Sevika let go of you.

Silco walked toward you with measured steps, the crowd parting to let him through. His gaze flicked to the man on the ground, then back to you.

"Impressive," he said, his tone unreadable. He spoke a meaningless praise.

You dropped your gaze, your heart sinking slightly.

"Everyone, out." Silco spoke lowly with authority. Everyone was quick to shuffle out at the command as well as Sevika's encouragement and rushing.

"He was insulting you," you muttered, your voice defensive but tinged with guilt. Your voice barely audible as the sounds of screeching chairs and placed glasses echoed around you. "I couldn’t just sit there and—"

Silco held up a hand, silencing you. "And yet you nearly tore him apart in my name," he said, his tone soft but laced with steel. "Do you think I need such brutish displays to maintain my position?"

You flinched, your shoulders hunching slightly. You raised a hand to rub the back of your neck, a nervous tick. "No, I just—"

"Look at me," he commanded.

You obeyed instantly, your eyes snapping up to meet his. For a long moment, he studied you, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached out and took your hand in his. You stared, wide-eyed, as he brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to your palm.

The gesture sent a shiver down your spine, your breath catching in your throat.

"You are loyal," he said quietly, his voice meant only for you. "And for that, I am grateful. But control yourself next time. Understood?"

"Yes, Silco," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You felt the heat rush to your face, your heart quickening in pace.

He released your hand, his lips curling into the faintest hint of a smirk. "Good."

As he turned and walked away, a tension lingered in the air. You stood there for a moment, your heart pounding in your chest, the ghost of his kiss still warm on your skin.

Loyalty was a dangerous thing in Zaun, but in that moment, you’d never been more certain of where yours lay.

ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ

[willowed-wisp]

GHOST AS A DAD [ simon riley ]

- Never wanted kids, he was so careful not to get you pregnant but with the amount you guys fuck, it was bound to happen.

- You’re scared when you get that positive test… you cry out of fear that you’ll have to get rid of the thing you had always wanted.

- It took you a week to gain the courage to tell him, you just left the pregnancy test on the kitchen table and left for work. You wanted to let him sit with it for a few hours.

- When you did return home, he sat on the sofa- elbows to knees looking down at the test. How long had he been like that?

- You waited for him to speak, while you shuffled around with that nauseous feeling bubbling in your stomach.

- It was late in the afternoon so you started chopping some vegetables for dinner, “I’ll call the termination clinic in the morning…” Your voice mulled over the slices weighing down on the wooden chopping board.

- Fingers crawled along your waistband as he rested against the sink. “No. You’re not.” You rested the knife down.

- “I thought you didn’t want kids…?” Your eyes on the verge of tearing, looking back at him. Your cool, mysterious man… finding purchase in those deep dark eyes.

- His bare hands wrapped around you- resting under your shirt. “I can’t put you through tha’,” His light hair tickled while his chin rested on your shoulder, “You’re the only person I’d wanna do this with.”

- He was there for the first and second of your pregnancy. Simon held your hair back while you threw up almost every day and he rubbed your back.

- Simon is very careful when having sex with you, but he soon realised that you feel everything 10x as much. And your sex drive is through the roof, he’s never been so needy in his entire life… you were so desperate for him and he wanted you just as much.

- Simon gets deployed during your 7th month. He doesn’t want to go… nearly refuses. Unfortunately he can’t do that.

- You’re stressed after he leaves. But his family takes care of you- he asked for them to.

- When he lands back on British soil, he immediately phones you. You pick up, and the cry of a baby is all he hears before he drops the phone and falls to his knees.

- He’s crying, actually in tears. “Is Y/N alright, LT?” Of course Soap was the one to see him like that.

- Simon nods, laughing, “I’m a dad…”

- He’s never driven so fast in his life, and you’re there on the sofa he had been 8 months ago with that test in his hand. This time you cradle a little human in your arms, swaddled like a bundle.

- He drops to his knees once more, ripping his mask off. And your warmth covers him with the little sighs coming from the now awake baby.

- Simon fell in love. He didn’t know if he was looking at a son or a daughter.

- You two didn’t want to know the gender.

- “Simon Riley… meet your daughter…” He melted again, face red and brown eyes bloodshot as he cradled the little one in his arms. Dotting into the identical eyes staring up at him.

- That’s when he held her close, head against his chest. “My little princess…” He hummed so gentle, rocking her slightly.

- He is so girl dad coded. He’ll be so sweet with her and she’d always come to her dad if anything was wrong

- Your little girl would play with his masks all the time, it never annoyed him- only making him giggle. Telling her to stop so playfully and boyishly, that you’d never seen him so soft-hearted before.

- You most likely have at most two more children after your daughter- maybe one girl and a boy.

- Simon definitely teaches your children self defence from a young age. Safety was everything and he wasn’t always around to protect them.

- He’s there every award ceremony he’s on leave and is the most doting father ever.

- Your children’s friends are terrified of him, until they get him talking- then they’re like ‘your dad’s cool.’

Did you want a part 2 of this?

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masterlist

[vervainandspritz]

HEADCANONS - what would he do to get you in the mood?

Characters: Lenny Miller, Jonathan Crane, Robert Fischer, Jackson Rippner, Raymond Leon, Emmett (TQPII), Tommy Shelby,

A/N: Requested by @lau219 ,y'all feel free to send requests.

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Lenny Miller - Leonard is an experienced man, he knows how to get his way around Y/N. Pretty frequently on his way home, he would already have a rough plan on the evening ahead of them. Sometimes grabbing a bouquet of flowers in the nearby florist shop or a bottle of wine. After coming home, Lenny impatiently would find her around the house, searching for any physical contact he could get. "Did you miss me like I missed you?" He'd ask her in that velvety voice, thumbs rubbing up and down on the little crevice of her hips, almost teasing. Sometimes they end up sitting on the couch, Y/N's feet on his lap as she told him all about her day, while Leonard listened and gave her a massage, hands barely visibly moving higher with each stroke. "Poor girl" He liked to tease, closing the proximity once his pants became too tight in a crotch from the simple touches. "Left you all alone here" From that point, he didn't play coy. Knowing all the right spots to touch, he effortlessly kept making her go soft, almost putty in his hands.

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Jonathan Crane - Jonathan's methods differed depending on the mood he was in. Sometimes days in Arkham were more difficult than the others, and so his patience ran thin. He'd come back home abruptly, peeling the layers of clothing away. The way he'd press his bare, hot chest against Y/N's back, searching closeness he could get only from her. "Was it a bad day?" She would ask, turning around to face him. Sometimes it would all start from the touch as innocent as holding hands, when he'd direct her hand to his cheek, steely blue eyes carefully studying her body covered in the clothes she was wearing. Pulling her closer till their fronts would connect, and she'd feel the proof of his urgency. His own hands landing on her back, massaging the skin and pulling her against his chest while simultaneously hiding his face in her neck. The way she'd feel him so intensely slightly trembling, connected with shivering delightfully from how his hot breath bounced off her skin could come off as symptoms of fear to a mind so great in his very major.

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Robert Fischer - Robert's favourite way of showing affection would come on display as soon as he made it through the door. He thoroughly enjoyed the ability Y/N taught him - talking. Using words of affection was one of the greatest joys for both of them, after all the time it took for him to get used to doing so. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Missed you so much" He spoke softly into her ear, the vulnerable tone of his voice showing nothing but honesty. Y/N immediately mirrored his mood most of the time, growing warm in his embrace. In a couple swift movements he'd gain access to her skin, caressing it delicately while simultaneously holding her gaze. "I need you" he'd confess quietly, leaning to capture her lips in a kiss so needy, Y/N could barely breathe.

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Jackson Rippner - Jackson was anything but patient when this urge would hit. It wouldn't matter whether she was busy or not, his hot hands would grasp her hips, often pressing her against something to gain control. Leaning down to graze his nose against the sensitive skin of her neck, taking in the scent that never failed to make him hard. "Jackson, I'm busy" Y/N would sometimes manage to stutter out, feeling the heavy weight of his body against her back. A quiet chuckle would push past his lips, as he pressed harder. "What can possibly be more important than taking care of your man?" His voice would come off arrogant, often purposely. Knowing how well it worked on working her up. His roughed up hands would move higher, barely brushing against her breasts to come resting on her throat, not squeezing just yet. "Feel what you do to me, sweetheart?" He'd growl, nearly on the edge of just... Bending her over the desk and taking what he wanted. Giving her throat a little squeeze, he'd quickly reach between her legs, getting a hold of her. Jackson's lips would stretch into an arrogant grin as he'd feel the wetness beneath her panties. Lightly rubbing against her covered slit, he'd lean closer to whisper. "So wet and needy. I'll give you what you need, but you owe me one, hmm?"

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Raymond Leon - Raymond wasn't one to ask, not to.. talk too much. He liked to use the advantage of how easily bothered Y/N would get seeing him like that. "What are you doing?" he'd ask like it mattered, leaning on the counter, crossing his arms over his bare chest. His scent and warmth would be enough to make her notice the close proximity, causing Y/N to squeeze her thighs together lightly. Not going unnoticed under his watchful gaze, as he'd keep looking at her, knowing well she could feel him watching. Brushing his arm lightly against hers, he'd move around pretending to be busy before finally having her cornered. She'd be breathing heavily, eyes taking greedily the sight of his bare, freckles skin and muscles on his torso. Sooner or later his hands would end up on her face, pulling her closer. Their noses brushing against each other as he'd smile, looking deeply into her eyes. "What got you so bothered, honey?" Raymond would ask, because even though he hated talking, he secretly loved hearing her talk.

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Emmett - His favourite thing to get Y/N in the mood would always be kissing. He'd lean in for a kiss, his arms wrapping tightly around her middle to keep her in place. The deep groans leaving his lips would echo in her stomach, making the heat pool to the lower side of it. "So beautiful" He'd murmur in a deep voice, keeping her lips occupied with his own while slowly touching and grasping every inch of her skin he could get to. "Emmett–" Y/N's whiny voice would never cease to make him lightheaded as he moved lower, kissing a trail they both knew by heart already. "Keep saying it, baby. Keep saying my name" His voice was rougher with lust as he kept her legs apart, kissing her stomach and hips. She had a hard time staying still, squirming needily in his grasp. "Come here.." He cooed, looking her in the eyes as his face moved closer to where she needed him the most. "Let me take care of you" Emmett whispered, as his face leaned down, diving between her legs.

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Tommy Shelby - Thomas loved the control he secretly held over Y/N when it comes to her needs. Being so fluent in directing them with his touch or affection. The way she'd move around, doing her own thing while pretending to not feel how he looked at her. "Come here, darling" He'd eventually call out, patting his thigh. He'd use the close proximity to look her in the eyes, encouraging to talk about her whereabouts when he was at work, while petting her thighs lightly. He touched and felt, eyes following the tender lines of her body beneath the clothes she wore. He'd proceed to touch caress her cheeks, pulling her closer as he murmured how beautiful she was. Y/N could never remain unaffected under his rough fingers and soft words, leaning into his touch with a sigh. "You're my good girl, aren't you? Always so good for me." He purred, feeling how fast her heartbeat became under the weight of his seductive words. He'd gently rub her inner thighs, before parting her legs and letting his hands claim what was his Swallowing every cry that would come out of her mouth not longer after, as she writhed on his lap in orgasmic spasms.

[toobytoobs]

Headcanon that Tawky Tawny sometimes sits Billy down and licks his hair cause that’s what cats do to clean the little ones.

So Billy will randomly have his hair at odd ends and Freddy’s just like, “Tawky happened?” And Billy just tiredly replies “yep.”

[freakyformula]

Car sex headcanon with Charles Leclerc

Warnings: Made in like 15 minutes lol, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink

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It was supposed to just be a car ride home from Nice. You'd just landed, and both of you were exhausted from the flight and the triple-header weekends. You looked forward to sleeping in your own bed and getting to wind down with Charles.

He looks over at you, as you sit in the passenger seat, arms crossed and dozing off.

Something about the fact that you looked so innocent and harmless sparked something in him and he felt himself growing hard in his pants.

He carefully places his hand on your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. He is desperate to feel you but doesn't want to wake you up.

Your head bobs up as he pulls over, confused as to why you had come to a stop.

"What's wrong, Charles?" You ask.

He sighs, and looks away, focusing on the traffic outside.

You notice the bulge in his pants and sigh, not from annoyance but rather to collect your thoughts.

You're about to say something but he beats you to it.

"I... I'm not sure if I can wait until we get home, Y/N." He says, looking at you with a frown.

"Hey..." You start, "Talk to me, Charles."

The grip on your thigh tightens as the fire in his eyes intensifies.

"Get in the back, mon amour." He orders.

And you oblige. You get in the backseat in record time, meeting him halfway across the seat. Your mouths crash into each other and his hands start wandering.

First, they find your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to his face.

His hands slide down to your chest, sliding his hands under your oversized hoodie, finding out you're naked under it. When his hands land on your tits, Charles lets out a satisfied sigh. "Naughty girl..." He whispers between kisses.

You feel his hands slide down your back, coming to a stop on your ass. He spanks you lightly, causing you to gasp out of surprise rather than pain from the sting of his hand on your exposed skin.

Your reaction makes him chuckle, "Sorry." He says innocently, even though you know he wasn't sorry about his actions.

He helps you slide your sweatpants off, and his hands instantly land on your ass again, toying with the lining of your underwear.

Charles keeps his eyes glued on your face to catch any sign of you feeling uncomfortable but instead, he's pleasantly surprised by you helping him slide your panties down.

"Touch me, Charles, please..." You beg while pulling on his hand desperately.

He huffs, "So desperate for me, chérie." But he does as you say, after all, you asked very nicely.

His lips land on yours, and his hands slide down from your shoulders to the small of your back, guiding you onto your hands and knees.

"Fuck, mon amour. So beautiful like this." He coos as his fingers slide the insides of your thighs, teasing you out of your mind.

When you hear the clinking of his belt you let out a small whimper, knowing what is about to come your way.

You grab the car door handle, steadying yourself.

"You ready for me, mon amour?" He asks, and you nod frantically as an answer.

"Good." He praises and gives himself a few pumps before lining himself up with you.

His fingers slide along your slit, collecting your arousal on his digits. The wetness of you earns you a groan from him.

When his tip touches your opening, you instinctively push back on him, making him pull back. "No." He says, with a prolonged "o".

He teases your opening, barely sliding in, and pulling out again.

You groan in annoyance, "Fuck Charles!" You yell, on the brink of feeling pissed.

He chuckles and finally finds his way home.

You both moan out brokenly as he burrows into you, centimetre by centimetre.

"Feel so good..." You whimper and clench around him, making him hammer into you harder.

His grunts become more frequent and desperate and you feel yourself getting closer to your release as he plays with your clit, and slides from where you are connected and back to your sensitive button.

His fingers did their magic and you soon came closer, almost tumbling over the edge.

"Cum for me." Charles demands, and you do, hard, like the good girl you are.

Charles keeps his eyes on your contorted face as you convulse beneath him, while he moves in you.

You feel your arms and legs giving up. When you are about to give in, Charles grabs you, pulling you up again.

His arms bring you up against his chest, allowing him access even deeper into you.

As you are sitting on his cock, he continues ravaging your pussy, slamming into your cervix.

His lips brush against your earlobe, nibbling on it, while praising you on how well you take him, and how well you are doing for him.

"I'm close, Y/N. I'm so proud of you..." He announces while slowing down his movements.

And a couple of thrusts later, he slams into you, painting your deepest crevices with his white cream.

"Oh my god..." You whisper, loud enough for him to hear clearly. His grunts in your ear egg you on even further, and you push down on him instinctively.

He pumps into you a few more times before stilling, waiting out the aftershocks.

"You did so well, my love." He coos.

When he pulls out, you are left clenching around nothing, and Charles seems to notice. He carefully inserts two fingers into you and plays with the cum threatening to escape onto the black seats.

"We can't let that happen, can we?" He says as you feel his hardening cock slapping against you, ready to plug you up with his cock. "Ready to be filled up again?" He winks.

[witchyautisticgenx]

The so tired of this shit vibe elrond is the elf equivalent of gen x

People are always hating on Hugo Weaving's Elrond for not being atractive enough or looking too old for an elf but

He pulled off playing a younger, dashing, more physically active version of his character really well in the Hobbit while he was actually like 20 years older LMAO

People can hate on my man Hugo but he was the only one who genuinely looked younger and more handsome somehow, all the others looked visibly older, even Cate who is so beautiful and aged extremely will did look older than in LOTR but he didn't. I need some respect for him

[jamethinks]

Since Yor and Loid both work very dangerous jobs they have picked a few quirks in relation to safety. Their ideas of what's a normal thought process are a bit warped. But because they're so close it never really strikes them as odd

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*Twilight and Yor enter a new building*

Loid: There are approximately 15 exits to the exterior, including windows

Yor: 20 security workers. Some are posing as wait staff. No guns only tasers

Loid: No. The head one has a gun. Small discrete. It's probably a pistol. My best guess is that he's not supposed to have it.

Yor: right. I think that table in the north east is our safest bet.

Loid: I said the same thing. Best escape route. Can accommodate moving Anya with ease

Anya: I just wanted to meet bondman.

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*Twilight showing Yor around a house they want to buy*

Loid: below the basement there's a secret cellar. There's also a tunnel that leads all the way to the garage at the back of the property so we can easily escape

Yor: that's nice but I am concerned about Anya. I don't want her to come down here and play and get stuck by accident.

Loid: yeah, I'm gonna have to work out the mechanics of it. Need it be discrete but also not easy for kids to play around with. Will take a minute

Yor: that's fine. But I do love having a cellar. Nice a spacious and soundproof.

Loid: you could kill someone down here and no one would know

Yor: exactly.

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*Yor comes back from visiting Melinda's house and is discussing it with Loid*

Yor: the house is such a maze. If you wanted to break in you're gonna need a map

Loid: what's the security like

Yor: surprisingly light on the inside. You would be good once you're inside but getting inside is the real struggle.

Yor: I must say the landscaping is a great deception. You'd think it would be easy to break in and use the foliage as cover, but it's so noisy it would alert anyone.

Loid: *chuckles* those Desmonds really have a way with security huh

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*watching a horror movie*

Yor, watching a man get chopped up: that's so anatomically incorrect

Loid: that's way to much blood for such a shallow cut

Yor: you only get that kind of spray for a jugular

Loid: There's no way they didn't get caught with all that stomping they've been doing

Loid: that's not how a silencer works

Yor: look at that bullet wound. That's way to big for the type of bullets they were using

Loid: The exit wound is the same size, too. Seriously, who directed this?

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*Twilight about to teach Anya how to shoot a gun*

Yor: loid what the hell are you doing?

Loid: look ok she's needs to be able to defend herself against intruders. The stabbing and hand to hand combat rely on her being in close proximity. Guns are vest for long range

Yor:

Yor: fine. But we are not showing her how to use a shot gun. It's way to heavy. Trying a pistol.

Loid: No. Too small. It'll be harder for her to get a good shot in. Shot guns can be propped up so she won't have to carry it. Plus, they're way more socially acceptable to have in the house

Anya: Becky's probably playing dress up right now...

[kei-crocker]

Imagine if Danny is in danger, Dan comes to rescue him like big brother hunk ;3

Dan would not like Danny(for many reasons) still, but he cares (a little) about him...?

Dan rescues Danny, but he carries Danny dangling his leg as if he's carrying some sorta trash bag

Hey, blood is rushing to my head!!