#“stop rambling in the tags” “make me”

[butchdiaz]

you get your dreams for free

14.8k – fluff, cuddling, getting together, 118 family shenanigans

or, five times buck and eddie cuddle drunk and one time they cuddle sober

“We’re tired, Buck. Let’s just –” He nods towards his bedroom, too tipsy and sleepy to use any further words, but Buck knows what he’s saying, their wordless communication a practiced art, and follows him into the bedroom. They get changed – Buck donning an old LAFD shirt that says DIAZ across the back – and settle into their sides of the bed without saying a thing, a not quite familiar step in the routine, but also not quite entirely new. They’ve shared a bed before. Eddie tries not to think about how it feels so different this time – the first time since he's realized what Buck means to him – because nothing’s really changed. Right? They lie there still for a little too long, bodies a carefully measured few inches apart. Eddie reaches for something to say, but he can’t find a thing, so he simply rolls over and turns off the lamp. The silence isn't uncomfortable, because nothing ever is with Buck, it’s just – uncharacteristic. Of Buck, especially. It’s not unlike Eddie to go quiet and retreat into his head when he drinks but drunk Buck? He would usually be rambling non-stop about medieval wine-making processes or something right about now. As if summoned from Eddie’s overthinking, Buck clears his throat, breaking the silence as easily as he broke down Eddie’s door all those months ago.  “Night, Eddie.” “Night, Buck.” Eddie whispers into the darkness. He listens to Buck’s breathing even out, feels his own eyelids get heavy. And maybe it's the lingering tequila in his blood, or maybe it’s the exhaustion tearing down all his walls of shoulds and shouldn'ts. Either way, he barely even thinks. He just rolls over and drapes a heavy arm across Buck's waist, like it’s muscle memory. The front of his knees press into the back of Buck's, and his nose brushes against the soft skin of his neck. Buck sighs and practically melts in his arms, and before he knows it, Eddie’s falling asleep faster than he has in years.

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[dsireland86]

Do you think you could write something about Matt and his obsession with fishnets with fem reader?

Hehehehehe I saw the tweets. Matthew has a dirty mind 🤣🤭

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Fishnets

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Matt's got a thing for you and doesn't shy away from it either. He's constantly flirting with you, telling you how pretty you look and makes it a point to tap your ass every time he walks by you. It's subtle enough to keep it between you two, but hard enough that you still feel it an hour later.

Matt absolutely loves your legs, especially your thighs, never missing the opportunity to touch them or slide his finger between the crease of them when you're wearing those super short cotton ones while sitting down. He'll look you straight in the eye when he's doing it too, just to watch you get all heated and your breath hitch.

Fishnets. Matt's weakness. You heard him, Jolly, and Folio talking one late night on the bus about girls and fishnet stockings. Folio wasn't into them at all. Jolly said it was an occasional thing for him, more of an intimate pleasure, but for Matt... fishnets are his Achilles Heel.

For about an hour straight, he rambles on about them, thinking only of you when he's talking, too. "Fishnets... shit... good stuff, let me tell ya." "Fishnets are my TRIGGER!" "If a woman is wearing them, I'm a full on fool for her." "I'm a sucker for a lady in fishnets." "I WILL make mistakes because of girls in fishnets. MISTAKES."

You chuckle at watching how excited and nervous Matt gets, shifting in his seat and readjusting himself. Then he looks over and sees you staring at him, the little mischievous sparkle in his eyes, the smile lurking in the corner of his mouth, and you know, it's game on.

It's the last night of the tour. Matt's grabbing last-minute stuff from the bus before heading to do front of house. You come out of the tiny ass bathroom, slipping your shorts on over top of your black fishnets, cursing over how small the bathroom space is.

Matt stands there watching you, mouth opened, eyes wide at what he's seeing. You're oblivious to his presence with your back to him as you bend over to zip up your combat boot, giving Matt a clear picture of your ass and what's under your shorts.

"Holy fuck." Matt's voice startles you and you turn around quickly, surprised at his presence. "Shit, Matt, you scared me," clutching your chest. "How long have you been standing there?" "Long enough," he replies with a grin. You smile shyly at him. Matt looks at his phone and realizes you've got time.

Pushing you back into the small ass bathroom, Matt closes the door and locks it. Because of the tiny quarters, your backside is pressed against the sink, and as Matt turns around to face you, he's instantly right up against you, so close that you feel his hard throbbing bulge pressed against you. It turns you one so much, making the black thong you're wearing wet.

Without speaking, Matt lifts you up, sitting you on the counter. You brace your feet against the wall, locking Matt in between them, which he doesn't seem to mind.

You soon realize you both want what's happening and are in no way trying to stop it, no matter if it'll only lead to a quick few minutes thing. "We have time for romance later, baby," Matt tells you while undoing the button of your shorts and sliding them down and easily over your boots. "Spread them," he orders, parting your legs and looking directly at your heated sex that's covered by the thin black lace of your thong.

"Jesus, fuck," he curses. You grab him by the shirt and pull him into you, slamming your lips on his while removing his hat. Your hands tangle themselves in the softness of his dirty blonde hair as he slides your thong to the side, and because of how wet you are, inserts two fingers at a time inside you. You moan from the exhilarating pressure that's spreading you apart from each thrust of his fingers inside you.

Matt's other hand works your thigh, weaving his fingers through the holes of your fishnets. You hear the tiny rips of your stockings as Matt's fingers work you up into your first orgasm which his quickly approaching. The heat filling your lower abdomen as your pussy clenches tighter and tighter around his fingers makes Matt curse again.

"God, you're pussy feels so fucking nice, baby. Just like I knew it would." You moan, pulling him into you because you're almost there. "Fuck, Matt, don't stop," you pant. "That's it, baby, be a slut on my fingers. Keep grinding on them, make yourself cum."

Matt's encouragement is all you need to let go as your orgasm crashes into you, making you clench his shirt tight and dig your nails into his back, baring your teeth into his shoulder to keep from screaming.

He slides his fingers out of you and quickly undoes his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. Removing his boxers, Matt doesn't give you any recovery time as he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, thrusting his cock deep inside you and making you cry out.

"Awe your pussy really is so tight, shit,' he grunts, grabbing your thighs through the fishnets and starts to fuck you hard. Neither of you speak, only keep direct eye contact as each thrust of Matt's brings you closer to the edge again. You moan his name quietly over and over, bracing yourself against the counter.

"These fucking fishnets are going to be the death of me," he growls, ripping them a little more as both his hands are pressed against your thighs, holding them down and spreading them open so he can watching himself go in and out of you. You love the way he licks his lips and how wide with lust his eyes are.

[fruchtfliege]

wip tuesday 🐺

tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves and @opheliathiams !! Thanks guys :))

Theo pushes Liam down on his seat again with an eye roll he can't quite do now because he needs to drive and control Liam somehow.  

Thankfully, Mason finally answers the phone call – which they can all easily hear since Liam put it on speaker – and Liam is instantly distracted from his previous frustration with Lori by the voice of his best friend.

“What's up?” The sound of Mason’s staticy voice fills up the moving car. 

“Are you with Corey?” Liam asks, obviously excited to bring the whole gang to the fast food restaurant. “Do you want to go to McDonald's? I'm with-”

“I thought you said you had a date with Theo tonight-”

Liam hangs up. 

Frozen in his seat, Liam stares at his phone and nothing else. His heart stops beating. He's dying. He's already dead. 

“Is there any chance you didn't hear that?” Liam whispers even if he’s not sure why. He can't look anywhere else but his own thighs to confirm it. His face is all flushed. Theo and him never used the "d" word before...

“I heard it,” Alec happily chimes in. 

“Me too!” Lori exclaims with amusement in her voice.

Liam closes his eyes and curses. “Thanks, guys.” 

His phone rings again. It's Mason. Uh. Sure! Might as well!

“Yep?” Liam asks, still not looking at Theo. 

“Did you hang up? Something broke the line,” Mason says and his voice is even more staticy so he must be talking from his car’s bluetooth. 

“That was Liam's last crumb of dignity,” Lori informs him from the backseat. 

“What? Lori, what are you- Oh…” Mason says and his tone has everything of an apology. 

“Hey, Mason,” Theo greets him and the humor in his tone finally makes Liam open his eyes and look at him. But only for a second. God, he looks so beautiful and fucking annoying!

“Hey, Theo…” Mason says a bit shamefully. He clears his throat. “So big plans tonight, uh?” 

“Nevermind, you're uninvited to McDonald's! Eat whatever with Corey, I don't care!” Liam rambles quickly before hanging up again. 

Hearing a small chuckle, Liam turns his head and sees Theo who's obviously very amused. It's a small relief. Still, Liam lets himself fall into the seat without another word. If a big bad creature wanted to strike, now would be a great time!

No pressure tags: @aristarr @honestlydarkprincess @thiamsxbitch @ksbbb @theoceanismyinkwell

[kimbapisnotsushi]

i'm not such a big fan of being all doom and gloom even though the stakes are REALLY fucking dire and it is an insanely stressful time for myself and fellow americans (as well as anyone overseas at risk of getting a stomach ulcer just watching our news) so. can i just say i love you guys. i love you guys and i love my friends and family i love my community i love my home i love so many people and places and i will NEVER stop believing and hoping and fighting for a better future come what may, because that's where my love goes. i will always be forever grateful for this space that i have built from the ground up with just a keyboard and my bare hands, that allows me to rest and be happy and to help people in turn, and that let me connect with so many wonderful, beautiful, amazing people. i love everyone who has been with me for the past three to four years of running this blog and i love everyone new for wanting to stick around and see what comes next. thank you for being with me. thank you for your support and tags full of ramblings and the asks and everything that makes this hellsite worth it. no matter what happens i will be here and i will continue to love and fight and persevere and, yes, i will continue being a huge nerd as long as i can.

and @ fellow americans: hydrate, eat, take a break from watching if it gets too much. i am holding your hand. may we all get to breathe easy.

[sunjestic]

Some more Momiji Star Dragon doodles, this time using the refs that I learned existed 😂

I am very normal about how precious and adorable Kazuheng and Dan Father are…. Very Normal…. If anything happens to either of them I will cry

Also the recent chapter had SUCH GOOD IMAGERY IN IT??? Chapter 13 coming directly for my spleen in the best way ugh.

Zephyr my beloved <3 his design is SO PRETTY but also what else did I expect from Heizou,,, 🥹

[lucabyte]

On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.

Bonus:

[oobbbear]

Best dynamic

[bklily]

thinking of comedic ways of how the hell that talk is gonna go

[wasyago]

the brainrot won

[opikiquu]

these 2 gonna drive me insane

[mattodore]

birthday boy 🎂

[adriancatrin]

katara sees her brother and bff approaching something that can make them happy and says no interruptions

based on this photo from the live action cast

[sparrowmoth]

Does it ever make you a little crazy insane thinking about how Jesper and Wylan both have these gaping absences in their families, these needs that haven't been met for years, but as their stories become parallel, they find exactly what they need in each other's lives?

Because okay, hear me out, Jesper couldn't save his mom, nor can he ever bring her back, but he was able to help Wylan save his mom. His mom who was supposed to be dead. He was able to help bring her back in a way that he will never able to do for his own mom. And no, she'll never be Aditi, but I think she'll grow to love him as a son-in-law.

Wylan, meanwhile, lost his father's love at a young age. He will never be good enough for Jan, because Jan refuses to love or accept him as he is. But Colm, Jesper's father who loves him, who only wants the best for his son, meets Wylan when he's easily at his lowest point in life, when he's wrapped up in crime and scandal, and what does he say? "I think you’d be good for [Jesper]." And that means everything.

Jesper and Wylan don't just complement each other as a couple, their lives thread together like stitches closing long open wounds.

[makiswirl]

can i just say. and this is probably a niche hill to die on. that i am so gobsmacked every time someone vaguely hints at the idea that jotaro doesn't care meaningfully for the other crusaders, usually particularly kakyoin and joseph, when those two actually tend to be the ones he reacts to being hurt the hardest

like he cares for his loved ones!!!! that literally plays into his character motives in every single part he shows up in!!! stop lying to me!!!!!!!

[brucie-baby]

the thing about bruce trying to kill the joker is that people always leave it at 'superman stopped him', which is only partially true. superman does stop him but only during the assembly itself. as soon as he's inhaled all the joker gas, he says, "Batman, he's all yours."

he lets bruce have him, and he doesn't step back in until it's time to pull bruce from the water. maybe this is just because it took him a while to dispose of the gas, but i've always seen it as superman essentially giving batman permission of a sort to do what he needed to do.

maybe clark didn't know what bruce would choose - whether he would lock the joker up or put him six feet under - but he trusted bruce's judgement. maybe clark was sure of bruce's intentions, that he truly believed that bruce would do the 'right' thing. or maybe clark knew that bruce was going to kill him, and he took a step back. i don't know if we're ever told, and i don't think i want to know. i just think it's very interesting.

but bruce did fully try to kill the joker. nobody could stop him, and in the end superman didn't try to. the joker had literally been shot and the helicopter was about to explode and bruce left him there to die. the comic ends with bruce yelling to find his body, but thinking, "But I know they won't. That's how things always end with the Joker and me. Unresolved."

[momentomori24]

This may just be me, but I think if you ship a canonically very abusive, manipulative and toxic relationship, you don't get to judge or call anyone degenerates for their own fucked up ships, actually.