#Caro tag

[cirilee]

throwback thursday 🥹😭 spite isnt my muse as often nowadays, but wow its a powerful one

[vanmarkus]

This is such a tiny blink-and-you-miss-it moment but I love the face Karen makes when she thinks Buck is coming for dinner too. She is smiling right away, it's too sweet.

she was so excited to see him!! like, did they even catch up since the wedding? I bet she wanted to find out all the details!

besides, I can't help but think of her face back in 3x01 when Buck had an embolism, her and Eddie talking and then having that double take... not long after that whole "baby daddy" talk too!! like, we talk about the Eddie/Karen dynamic (direly needed btw) but where is my Buck/Karen duo gossipping over morning coffee while Hen gets ready??

[whatthefishh]

Thinking a lot about our baby Marc and what you'd have to do to get him to look at you like this

like you're literally his world, omggggg 😩😩

Omg his neck

Sorry. Yes his eyes are the sweetest especially when they go soft on you, and what a sight that would be.

He’s so vulnerable here, eyes pleading and desperate for some relief, some good news, anything.

He’s down on one knee, looking up at you like you hold the fate of his life in your hands. And, well. You kind of do.

You’re holding the ring in shaky hands, you haven’t slipped it on yet in your state of complete shock — Marc Spector, proposing? Marc Spector, the man who was scared to hold your hand on your first date, handing you flowers without looking in your eyes? Marc Spector, the man that would look down when you’d kiss his cheek, still not comfortable with asking for let alone accepting all the love you were waiting to shower him with?

It’s a simple answer, and one you’ve thought about for longer than you want to admit, but right now it’s hard to even say anything other than the rather embarrassing squeak that left your mouth.

Steven’s whispering in his ear, it’s okay, and she’ll say yes I know she will, and she’s got to, she, she—

[melodygatesauthor]

He's so pathetic and awful, I love him.

FEN Why is he the most bitchy ass loser with the biggest cock in England and no matter how much he sounds like a pussy I'd still be on my damn knees for him PLEASE!

Just wait until you see what @xbellaxcarolinax and I are cooking up hehe 😈😜

[borathae]

idea: rank the top 3 most spankable butts in bangtan, yeehaw 🙊🤔😉

You know me too well, Caro fhadhfadh I looked at so many butt pics now that I am dizzy FJADJF my ranking is under the cut 👀

Kooboo

the roundest buttocks, phat ass & skinny waist it’s a dangerous combination, koo’s a painslut so he’ll like getting spanked, it’s either really firm because he works out or really jiggly because relaxed muscles are naturally jiggly, dear lord huge thighs to go with the ass, would be a whiney babyboy 

Spankability: 10/10

Hobibobi

cute butt, knows how to stick his ass out, he’ll probably make cute sounds when you spank him, flexible which is impressive, he misses the phatness though so point deduction for that

Spankability: 7/10

Joonboon

had a cute pancake butt once but it’s gotten bigger, i stan this energy, looks best in shorts good lord, huge thighs which you can grab after a spank, i’d honestly prefer playing with his thighs though so point deduction for that 

Spankability: 8/10

Jinniebinnie

i miss him :(, there are barely any butt pics of him rip, a cute ass, looks amazing in slacks, bonus points because he’ll enjoy getting spanked, it’s about the mindset with him, he's into spanks, misses the phatness so point deduction for that 

Spankability: 6/10

Jiminiebiminie

*barks*, huge, phat, is it even real?, huge thighs to go with it, has that flexibility so you can spank him in peculiar positions, he’s into leather & latex so imagine that texture when you spank him, would be vocal af, a total brat so you can spank him harder, i don’t need to say more

Spankability: 10/10

Yoongiboongi

a feast for the eyes, *vibrates on the spot*, bubble butt, peachy, so round, also huge when he is standing normally, in conclusion it’s naturally huge, he loves wiggling it, sticks it out whenever he can, he knows that he has a cute butt, which makes his butt dangerous, he wants to be spanked i said what i said 

Spankability: 10/10

Taebae

a tease, phat, the s-line silhouette on this man, ass so huge it looks as if he is always arching his back, ass even huge under a long shirt, so naturally huge, also slapped his own butt on various occasions, in conclusion wants to be spanked

Spankability: 10/10

[peachyteabuck]

Omg, your pfp changed. I'm obsessed.

everyone loves tiny animals holding weapons <3

[octavianacidicbreastmilk]

HERE IT IS

SCREAMING......ANON LIVING IN THE YEAR 3000 BUT CLEARLY A DYSTOPIA

[viscountessevie]

Finally started IAD series,,, with Book 9 aka Pleasure of A Dark Prince because Garreth the Husbandly Werewolf caught my attention the most! (Ik ik I should read in order but Garreth my beloved!!)

Thanks to Caro @mermaidsirennikita for her fabulous reactions of this series that got me curious about it and her quiz helped me decide which hero's book to start on!

Glad I started with these two - Lucia and him were pretty tame and a good foray into the series. Okay but I gotta point out three hilarious things about this book:

[Spoilers for Pleasure of A Dark Prince by Kresley Cole Under The Cut!]

1) I love that for 70% of the book Lucia and Garreth are just exploiting the hell out of the Christian Loophole (everything but penetration for those who don't know)

2) I FINALLY get this post now by the wonderful Caro ofc! These chapters were a DELIGHT when you realise Lachlain WAS PROBABLY privy to all of that but also my dude get a soundproofing "Fuck me back to sanity" dungeon room

3) LUCIA DEADASS RAPUNZELED HIS ASS BACK TO SANITY WITH HER MAGICAL TEARDROPS ARE YOU KIDDING ME??

Me reading this scene:

Oh!! Also this book cemented that OJC should DEFINITELY play a MacRieve and my pick is Garreth - solely based on a dream I had about Garreth as OJC last night that made me pick up this book and also it fits!!

[bakerolivia]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out.💕

does it count if i send this back to you? ilysm thank you bestie, so grateful to have you in my life. you're so kind and so talented! right back at ya!

[druidcore]

@gildedbarbarian your feedback is <3333 thank you 

when I write a poem for sarai/jason it’s gonna be over for everyone

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

🌹 a rose for you my wonderful fellow

thank you caro caro :)

“You being safe here,” Herc said gruffly, squeezing her tighter, “is apology enough, and you are most certainly forgiven.” Theresa let out a squeak not unlike one of Snoopadoop’s chew toys. “But do not ever do that again. Besides, if we ever lost you like that, I’m not sure who from the group would kill me first.”

“I wouldn’t kill you, Herc,” Arthur said from the driver’s seat, his tone a little wounded. “Because even if we did lose Theresa, I don’t think she would want that.”

again, more than one sentence, and god is it hard to pick from this fic

[cirilee]

i have a feeling our main audience on webtoon might be teens and not the usual tumblr gremlin who is already well versed in the appreciation of middle aged babygirls

i love spreading the old man yaoi gospel <3

[celticwoman]

9, 13, 30 for the spotify wrapped ask 🥳🥳

9. kiss me you animal by burn the ballroom

13. pink venom by blackpink

30. ensom by kalandra

send me a number 1-100 and ill tell you the song it corresponds with on my top 100 playlist!

[whatthefishh]

He was reading a book.

It was peculiar, really, seeing him in such a state of concentration, his dark eyes scanning the words with a kind of urgency you'd never seen before.

The paperback book easily bent to his will in his hand, thick fingers curled under the spine. You knew exactly what those fingers were capable of, how they played you skillfully—far better than he could play the guitar that leaned against his desk in his dorm.

You sat across from him, placing your bag over the table with more force than necessary to grab his attention. His eyes flicked to yours immediately, quickly scanning over your outfit choice of the day before settling back on his book. There was a slight curve to his lips.

You snorted, plopping down on the chair and adjusting your skirt. It was a nice day, and you wouldn't let it go to waste with a pair of sweats.

"So?" you questioned, "what's the problem?" You'd seen his text during class, asking you to meet him in the library as soon as the professor dismissed you.

"There wasn't a problem before," he tossed the book aside suddenly, "I just needed help with an assignment...but now there is a problem."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Rydal gestures below the table, "The skirt," he grinned, "It's nice, but I'm sure it'd look better off of you than on."

Can you hear that? The sound of me losing my shit?

THICK FINGERS BENDING THE PAPERBACK TO HIS WILL!!

The guitar headcanon!! The smirk!! What’s with Rydal and a pair of legs good lord this boy drives me nuts he’s such a Neanderthal 😂🤍

I can’t tell you the noise that left my mouth at the last line.

Caro is this fanfiction based on my fanfiction because what a gift ❤️❤️

So lemme just —

This is why you aren’t allowed to study together.

That self assured smile combined with the casual way he tossed the book he was reading on the table before sliding himself across like some pathetic high school romance wannabe was the last thing you remember before giving into your baser instincts.

His hands made their way into your hair, guiding your face up to his as he perched himself above you on the desk and leaned your head back to deepen the kiss. You didn’t stand a chance.

Rydal had thankfully chosen a secluded section of the library before he decided to publicly defile you, hands reaching for your middle the way they always did, squeezing and tightening around the softness of your flesh. Any insecurities you had regarding your outfit of the day were long gone the moment his eyes started undressing you but this, no, this was a different kind of reassurance.

Moaning into his mouth, you felt the stirrings of his trademark smirk against your lips and it pissed you off, frankly. What right did he have, summoning you here on the grounds of helping him with his homework only to back you against the bookshelf behind you and slide those thick fucking fingers of his up your inner thigh ever so slowly, waiting to hear your whine as confirmation that he barely had to touch you to make you pliant for him.

He was so—so meaty, there was so much of him you wanted to grab at, so much you couldn’t reach at once, so much you felt the desire to consume and yet you never reached your fill. And neither did he, by the way he groaned at feeling the wetness pooled between your thighs. You had to be quiet, you reminded yourself.

Pulling back to look you in the eyes as he inserted one finger, you had to bite your lip to keep your noises to a minimum but you didn’t dare back down as he slowly pushed in a second digit. As difficult as it would be, you didn’t want to let him win whatever pissing contest this was for him. For all you knew, this was some fucked up punishment for wearing a skirt around him. Not that you were complaining, not when he curled his fingers like that inside your heat.

“H-hurry,” you exhaled into him.

Rydal began slowly nodding as he looked down at you, his lids lowering as he stared at the way your pillowy bottom lip was being mauled by your teeth, knowing the perfect way to swirl his thumb around your hardened nub and expecting you to come undone for him within minutes. Asshole.

You wish he didn’t know the effect he had on you. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him that one night, the two of you staying up late after one of your many ‘study breaks’ that ended with you laying over his bare chest, skin to skin, sharing hard truths in the dark space of his dorm. That was the night you knew you weren’t getting rid of him anytime soon, not that you wanted to. That was also the night you told him, almost violently, how beautiful he was to you.

“Wanna ruin this fucking skirt, baby, come on,” he whispered to you, softly, selfishly.

Your hands were gripping his biceps, too overcome to continue their mapping of his body, as if you didn’t already have it committed to memory, as if you couldn’t wax poetry about it —

Rydal started kissing your neck, leaving wet marks that were rapidly cooling in the air conditioned corner you were standing in and the sensation of his hair brushing against your cheek, his soft lips burning you from the inside out, his fingers hitting you just right and one final swipe of his thumb had you coming with a stuttered gasp over his hand. He was quick to rise and cover your lips with his own to muffle your sounds, much to his mixed satisfaction and sorrow.

If you got banned from the school library because this idiot couldn’t keep his hands off you, you were going to murder him.

[whatthefishh]

Oh

My

God!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS WAS SO BLOODY HOT EXACTLY WHAT I WAS TRYING TO EMULATE IN THE INBOX OMG

And the soft ending has me grinning like a maniac CARO THIS WAS PERFECT 😈😍❤️

Okay but imagine sex pollen with Miguel fucking you on your back and then even when he cums he just keeps going and it’s spilling out and refractory period who and you’re overstimulated and he’s like no no you’re not allowed to tap out and he — and he —!!!!!

Sorry

MONA. You put me in a fucking MOOD LMFAO This is way longer than I intended. And its pure filth 🫣

Word Count: 2k+

NSFW below the cut.

...

Earth 703- A post-apocalyptic world in which New York was nothing more than a ferocious jungle.

You stared off into the distance, the familiar city skyline overrun by wild flora and thick green vines sneaking in through broken windows and cracked concrete. 

“What the fuck.” You whispered to yourself, eyes now trained on the massive dragonfly that whizzed by you. Miguel grunted, punching a large finger over the screen of his watch.

The mission was supposed to be simple: Catch the anomaly—send them back to their own universe—go home. That’s it. No detours, no distractions. In and out.

“Are we close?” You questioned, pressing up against Miguel’s side at the sight of another massive insect, “I wanna get the hell outta here.”

“We just missed him.” He sucked his teeth. His mask disappeared in a flash of digital pixels to reveal his scowling face, narrowed red eyes and brows furrowed in frustration.

You’ve been wandering around the city for forty-five minutes, trekking through the godforsaken jungle with no luck. The anomaly, a Prowler from some random universe (you couldn’t remember, you weren’t paying attention at the meeting), was clever, quickwitted, and inconspicuous. You’d wished Miguel had chosen Jess for this one, but he’d refused. He’d used the excuse of her pregnancy but really, she’d already complained to you beforehand that the humidity would do her hair no favors. 

“What now?” You questioned, plopping down at the base of a bulky tree trunk a few feet away. The trees were so massive that the branches seemed to kiss the sky, monstrous green leaves blocking out most of the morning sunlight.

“Keep lookin’,” he huffed, running his fingers through his hair, “we’re getting close.”

“Miguel,” you whined, your head thumping back against the trunk, “you said that forty-five minutes ago.”

“Get up,” he demanded, shooting out a web of electric red to swiftly pull you toward him. You yelped, crossing the distance within seconds, crashing into Miguel's sturdy body.

“I hate when you do that.” Your words were muffled by his broad chest, peeling your sweaty cheek away from the synthetic material of his suit. The tiniest smile ghosted over his lips. 

“I know.” 

… 

You’d left Miguel on his own for a few minutes. 

You’d gotten distracted, swinging up into one of the treetops to observe one of the colorful parrots squawking in the distance. It’d looked just like the ones back home, except this one was enormous, probably bigger than a medium-sized dog. 

“Fuck!” You’d heard Miguel yell from down below, spitting out curses in Spanish, choking on the words as coughs racked his body. He’d been waving his hands in front of his face to clear his vision to no avail. You watched as his body reacted immediately to whatever it was that ailed him, his body hunching over as if in pain.

“Miguel!” You dropped to your feet in front of him and attempted to reach for him, but he recoiled, fearing your touch. 

“Stay back!” he wheezed, crouching down and holding his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong?”

“It hurts,” he groaned, his eyes screwed shut as his body trembled, his fingers weaving through his thick hair strands to violently tug from the root.

“Stop,” you scolded, getting on your knees in front of him to pry his hands away, “tell me what’s wrong so that I can help you.” You shoved him down by the shoulders so that he was sitting with his knees out, bringing a hand to his face and yanking it up by his chin. His eyes, normally a mahogany shade glowed a disturbing red, his pupils dilated. 

“Ran into a plant,” he forced the words from his throat, his skin gleaming with sweat, “s-some flower, I don’t know, some kind of pollen.” He groaned again, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Shit, ok, ok, ok, we can fix this,” you panicked, placing the back of your hand against his forehead. He was burning, skin blistering hot. “Where does it hurt.”

Miguel remained silent, breathing harshly through his nostrils as beads of sweat began to trickle down his face. He looked down between his legs and you followed his line of vision. Oh. OH.

His bulge was tenting through his suit, fighting against the restraints of the digital fabric. The area glimmered brightly before his cock burst through the pixels, flopping out and twitching with need.

Miguel was big. 

His cock stood tall and proud, bobbing against his stomach, the tip leaking a thin bead of precum that ran down his length. 

You stared for a moment, transfixed on the angry red tip before you found your voice. “Miguel—”

“You need to go,” he spat viciously, his fangs protruding as if to scare you away, “if you don't I’ll—” He stopped himself, lips pressed into a tight line as his chest began to heave. You could hear his heart rate accelerate with every passing second.

“Let me help you,” you whispered, your hand hovering over his cock. He looked away from you, his skin flushed from his cheekbones to the tips of his ears. “Miguel, please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want to force—”

“You’re not forcing me,” you breathed, letting the pad of your finger tap against his tip, smearing his precum over the surface. Your cunt throbbed, squeezing tight with an overwhelming desire to be filled. “I want to.” You cooed, your tone causing his eyes to flutter. 

Miguel grunted, grabbing your hand and placing it over his throbbing cock.

“Then help me.” He hissed.

…

You needed a new suit. Immediately.

Miguel had torn into it, ripping the seams apart from the crotch, all the way up to your neck, revealing your chest and glistening pussy. You had no time to complain, mewling when he spread your thighs apart with his large hands, his eyes trained on the heat between your legs before diving in to eat from you.

You squealed, your hands flying to his head as he kissed and licked and spit over your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit. His tongue dipped into your hole a few times before licking one long stripe up to your bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth.

Okay—you’ve had your pussy eaten before, but goddamn never like this, never like it was a matter of life or death, as if your pussy alone was the answer to all things.

Miguel continued his ministrations, releasing a growl every few moments, licking to oblivion until you thought his jaw would lock. 

He made you see stars, groaning loudly as you gushed into his mouth. He savored your tangy taste as he lapped at your wet folds, making sure to lick up every drop he could find. 

His mouth and chin were soaked in your juices when he came back up, and it shot a fresh wave of arousal through your veins. His hand reached out to cup your face, his thumb smearing over the traces of his cum dotting across your cheek when you’d sucked him off earlier, catching some of it in your mouth before he'd pulled out, wanting to paint your face with it at the last moment. 

He dipped his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to clean it as he slid his cock over your messy pussy, smearing the underside in your juices. His body shook with need, his eyes glazed and lidded, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he whimpered something about you being so wet.

He pulled out his thumb from your mouth with a pop and watched how you panted underneath him, your exposed skin now covered in a sheen of sweat.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, positioning your legs over his shoulders before draping himself over you, folding you in half, “I’m sorry if I’m not gentle.”

Gentle? You were a big girl, you didn’t need him to be—

You cried out as soon as he pressed his fat head into your tiny hole, forcing your pussy to open up for him as he pushed in deeper without giving you much time to adjust.

“Fuck,” you sobbed, your hands scrambling to grip his arms as he began to thrust his hips, dragging his cock in and out of you at a bruising pace. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Miguel began to babble, grunting when your cunt squeezed the life from him, the slick noises of your drenched pussy egging him on. 

Maybe…gentle would have been nice knowing now how big he was, but you understood the circumstances of the situation. This was meant to be anything but gentle.

He had you coming again, your back arching and your bare chest pressing against his clothed one before he filled you with his own spend, pushing it as deep as he could into you. He pulled out harshly causing you to moan, watching his cum leak from your swollen pussy before slapping his length over your folds a few times and dipping back in.

He fucked you harder this time until your pussy throbbed and burned from the size of him, filling you up with so much of his cum, and delighting in the way it dripped out of you. 

“Again.” He grunted, pushing his cock into your convulsing walls, slamming in deep as he licked and sucked on your nipples, leaving red love marks over your skin. You sobbed from the pleasure, feeling his weight push you into the ground.

“I can’t!” You cried, pushing weakly against his shoulders.

“You can and you will.” Miguel commanded. He couldn’t stop, barely giving you a minute to catch your breath after making you both cum again before sinking into your searing heat, stretching you beyond your limits.

You were lightheaded and spent, losing count of the number of orgasms he’d given you. Miguel growled, pulling out his cock from your abused hole and shooting his load over your body. He pressed it into your skin, smearing it over your breasts and tender nipples, down your abdomen, and finally, over your burning pussy. 

He paused, his eyes tracing over your fucked out form before reaching down to pump himself with the leftover cum in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Hermosa,” he whispered, draping himself over you again, “I can’t stop, you feel too good. So fucking tight.” He slurped your nipple into his hot mouth, sucking the taste of him from your skin as he pushed his large cock into you. 

Your eyes fluttered and you cried out, your fingers digging into the earth, focusing on nothing but Miguel's rich voice:

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m—

…

It was nightfall by the time Miguel was satiated.

You felt weak, eyes heavy with sleep and body limp. Miguel sat against a tree and had you cradled in his arms, your body nestled comfortably between his legs. He rested his head over yours, inhaling the scent of sweat and dirt trapped in your hair. 

“See that flower?” He muttered, pointing straight ahead at a few giant white daisies clustering around a tree. They were massive, like everything else in that universe, the stems taller than Miguel when he was standing at his full height. You nodded sleepily, ignoring the ache in your still exposed cunt. “Don’t go near it.”

“Got it.” You absentmindedly played with the frayed pieces of your suit, letting Miguel shield your exposed skin from the elements.

You probably should’ve left already, should’ve gone back to HQ for a much-needed shower and rest, probably schedule another meeting, but Miguel wouldn’t budge, his grip on you tightening whenever you so much as shifted against him.

“Quèdate quieta.” He grunted.

“Miguel,” you protested, “we have to go home. The anomaly—”

“I know, hermosa,” he murmured softly, “I know.” You never seen him this soft before, nor speak in such a gentle way, not with anyone and least of all, not with you.

You both sat there in silence, processing what happened while listening to the sounds of the jungle, the birds chirping in the distance, the leaves rustling in the gentle wind. You sighed, playing with his interlocked fingers over your stomach. It was strangely intimate (despite everything else that happened), having him coddle you. 

“Miguel?”

“Mm?” 

“You better get me a suit like yours.” 

“What’s wrong with the fabric ones from HQ?”

“It’s a waste if you’re just gonna rip it off again.” You heard him snort out a breath, just the tiniest thing that implied he understood your meaning. You were hoping this wouldn’t be the first nor last time you’d be under him. “We got a deal?” 

Miguel chuckled, his hand leaving the safety of your abdomen to venture down into your sopping-wet folds. You bit your lip, spreading your tired thighs, whimpering as his thick fingers swirled inside.

“Deal, Hermosa.”

...

Quèdate quieta- Keep still

[borathae]

Q&A topic: which kinds of hat(s) suit the members best?

i'm starting with yoongles and his sexy white cap 🤘

I think that I have a headwear kink because jfjdjf people in headwear (especially beanies & berets) gets me so feral HAHAHA

You also have no idea what you just did afjadsjf the way this took me one week to complete once I started AHAHHAFHDS 🥴 I also wanna apologise for keeping this in my inbox for so long, I had to heal before I felt even remotely ready to tackle it. but I feel better now and making this presentation actually helped me feel better jafjdjf