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[live-taser]

Guys in another universe do you think I got to keep my super awesome lighting powers & didn’t have to deal with Adam 😞

[bxleeding-bxunni]

All arise for the president of the Oona Fan Club

I think she might be happy to see the Capitan being posted. I’m not too sure though. 😋

[thegaygorgon]

dj voice Combo anxiety & smoke hitting my chest in this club tonight 😍

[mlm-blues]

awake. also i need to killmyseld

[screampied]

thoughts on fireman toji who breeds you? 🤩

firefighter toji 😵‍💫😵‍💫

he breeds us before every emergency dispatch call he gets from a civilian—keeps his heavy equipment on too. firefighter toji manspreads as you ride him, his weighty gear makes all kinds of sounds as he’s slamming you back into him. he’d definitely fuck you on his truck, doesn’t care. his firefighter hat’s slightly tilted ‘n cocked to the side with his toughly made pants slinging down his thighs. says how fucking you gives him extra stamina and “energy” to help him save more lives. firefighter toji’s got such a beefy body, thick thighs and an even thicker bulge. snickers every time he sees you struggling to take his cock, smacks your ass and telling you to hurry up and make him cum before you make him late. he’s not satisfied until you’re plugged fully with cum—so much to where it’s spilling down your thighs, even dripping a bit on his uniform. he swipes up the mess with his gloves, filthily licking them clean before shoving them right into your mouth. firefighter toji would def use petnames like ‘sugar’ or ‘baby doll’ or even ‘pumpkin’ and makes sure to visit your cozy apartment every often on his break. always complains about your frequent fire hazards while stuffing you full on the daily. his cum is your own personal little salary he gifts you.

firefighter toji is kinda crazy though. he’d def fuck you out your halfway cracked open window . . perfect if you live high stories up just so the little ants of people near the lower ground can see your twisted facial expressions. your waist would be gripped on tight by his gloved hands and he dangles you out the window and holds you tight. “good girl. jus don’t look down,” he’d gruff with a sly smile. he won’t drop you, probably.

[sam-sessington-the-third]

ouma doddle page

close ups ↓↓

[socialbunny]

🤐🤫

[duusheen]

Hope's been trying not to think about everything that happened with Pandora. For now, she's just enjoying the ranch like when she was a kid and trying to get her boyfriend? Sterling to put on the damn cowboy hat

[meyhew]

thinking abt how a lot of people didn’t rly like declan lynch in pre dreamer trilogy (because we only got to see him thru other characters’ povs and those characters don’t rly like him either) and how a lot of people don’t rly like aaron minyard (because we only get to see him thru neil’s unbelievably unreliable and biased narration) and thinking abt the venn diagram that is declan/aaron.

both “better loved” brothers (declan finding out he was the favorite all along and it was his love for ronan that kept ronan alive. aaron being kept instead of andrew, living some semblance of a normal life before things got really bad, and aaron insisting on finding andrew because he wanted to know his brother)

declan’s gunning people down in a last ditch attempt to save his loved ones even tho it put his own life at risk. aaron killing drake to save his brother without any hesitation even tho it could derail his own life.

both of them self isolating because the alternative is more painful. declan being afraid to love jordan because she’s another dream and he’s tired. aaron being afraid to love and be around katelyn because he made a promise to his brother.

both of them with their high aspirations, under constant stress. both of them suffering from ulcers. both of them cunts who dislike their brothers’ bitchy boyfriends <3

[monpalace]

fem! twilight/fem! reader. non-graphic descriptions of a wound. twilight licking said wound like it's a kiss. she's a little feral. lime on the citrus scale. checked with grammarly. 762 words. my three (3) irls, you don't see this.

It was an ugly gash. You'd held a branch out of the way for Warriors and let go of it before you'd fully moved past it.

You hadn't even noticed it cut through your clothes until Legend pointed it out.

An accident.

One that Twilight had decided to take as her personal task— but an accident no less.

She'd helped you wrap it up with the bandage wrap you kept on your person until camp was set up.

The temporary fix was cut away once she was able to pull you away to a running lake. She'd brought you down to sit between her thighs, bare legs dipped into frigid water was a sharp wake-up to the way her eyes hooded over as she looked at the bloody wound.

The gash was on your back, somewhere you couldn't comfortably reach without straining a muscle.

She's picking at the dried blood left behind by the now scarlet bandage. Her other hand busies itself with squeezing your waist in a pattern you can't make out.

You don't know if it's meant to be comforting or predatory with the way her breath tickles your neck.

"Twilight?"

She doesn't respond with words. Instead, some guttural groan leaves her belly and you can't help but think of the wolf that sometimes accompanies you when she leaves.

You hesitate to speak again. If she were caught somewhere in her head, you don't want to bother her, but you're shirtless by such a cold lake, and your back was starting to ache from being hunched over, and you could feel the way your gash was starting to pulse with heat, and—

The tongue that lathes at your wound is slippery yet slow. It's hot, but not painfully so like the touch of your injury.

Split ends and a boyish cut are all you can see when you look over your shoulder. The overwhelming heat on your waist is instead cupped over your chin, forcing you to look forward again.

Another lick, this one instead followed by an open-mouthed kiss to the bloody cut.

The air feels muggy and you're not sure if it's because of the heat in the air or the way she panted so heavily against your skin. Your nerves were struggling to tell the difference between her hot and heavy breaths, her messy strings of saliva, and your own sweat.

Her teeth feel sharper than what you've seen and you think of that wolf again. She gently bites at the serrated skin, either trying to coax more blood from it or show her appreciation for its offering.

You don't jump or jolt or gasp or sigh even when the skin feels like it's been rubbed raw. Her tongue is exploring the surrounding expanse of skin as though she were entranced by it and you can't bring yourself to stop her.

Your nails dig deeply into the balls of your hands, making the skin raw. Past the thought the last time you cut them, you wonder if she'd let you grip onto some part of her body to alleviate the tension building throughout your body.

The way she gripped your chin earlier only tells you she'd manhandle both wrists into a single hand and force you still until she was done.

You squirm at the possibility.

When Twilight finally pulls away, you don't realize it at first. It takes her rubbing a digit on the overworked skin for you to gain some semblance of clarity.

She's muttering under her breath and licking around wherever her tongue can reach inside her mouth and on her face.

"'m sorry doll, I didn' mean t' go at ya' so hard, you'll be okay pretty girl, you'll be okay, I had to get ya' right before I fixed ya', you'll be right as rain soon, got that girlie?"

What was meant to be words of comfort sounded more like drunken rambles. She's petting along your spine and pushing her nose behind your ear, her free hand reaching somewhere at her hips.

A rip sounds through the air and you wince at the contact on your wound. Cool air and searing spit are suffocated beneath what you can only assume is the bandage.

Twilight wraps it around your shoulder round and round and round, tight enough to keep it in place yet loose enough to not restrict movement.

She's pressing her lips to whatever piece of skin she can reach, hands gingerly groping at your sides every now and again.

"Now let's go, yeah? 'm sure the others 're worried."

[babyboydaniel]

i have such a strong reaction when i see liam lawsons face…. i cannot stand it.

[meowtus]

The LA fires got me thinking…Dahlia’s in California. I’d assume the lower parts of it or somewhere around that part of Cali—so keeping in mind all that—would there be magic users out and about helping people? Or would that break covert? In a disaster-ish setting it also makes me wonder if D.U.M.P.’s got emergency assistance for cases like that. And then just alter memories afterward and stuff.

I dunno! An Emergency D.U.M.P. Rescue Group would be cool in concept. With how crazy the weather gets with random flash floods and bush fires—can you imagine how helpful elementals could be??

[3amclothesmonster]

When all the friends r sleeping...

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

someone just told me a fic isn’t a long ass fic until around 400K sis ootp is about 900 pages long and it’s only 257K

[screampied]

not your man being a puddle of slime… 😂😂🤣🤣

anyways blocked

[iiilovebeam]

Hello again sr fandom😋