#I am just

[pigeonstab]

Extra shitty doodles

[saltpepperbeard]

crying, quite literally this time, so so hard over their reunion just being cloaked in so much hope and warmth. the idea that you think you’re a horrible person but someone still loves you and sees you to your core. the idea that you think you’re all alone but you never really are.

the idea that somewhere, somewhere, someone is right there for you. someone wants you to be around. someone loves you despite it all.

[megumiifushiiguro]

i'm dead. it was nice knowing y'all.

[strawberrystepmom]

the power struggle of being too needy to ask for what you want is one of my favorite things because it’s like…he’s rubbing the head of his cock between your slick folds and he keeps catching himself on your hole but refusing to go in until you tell him what you want

a whimper isn’t enough. a whiny “please please please” isn’t enough. you have to tell him exactly what you want and exactly how you want it.

“fuck me,” you practically shout and he just chuckles and shakes his head.

“so vulgar. maybe asking nicely will get you what you want.”

slap, slap, slap. the rhythm of his heavy crown slapping against your sticky clit. the way your back arches off of the bed from the overwhelming sensation. another pass from your clit to your clenching cunt with no relief in sight.

“try again, love. ask nicely for what you want.”

you can’t hold out for much longer but you’re stubborn and lovesick and the knot in your core is so tight it feels like you’re going to unravel.

“need to feel you inside, pleasepleaseplease”

it’s hardly a sentence, more a pleasure babble dripping from your pretty lips, but he’s just pleased to see those manners you pride yourself on having when you’re less undone finding their way back to you.

[musette22]

Evanstan AU with handsome small town guy Chris and pretty city boy Sebastian #3672:

One October night, local biker Chris Evans picks up Sebastian, New York-based actor on the cusp of a breakthrough, from the side of the road somewhere in rural Massachusetts.

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Sebastian is on his way back to New York after shooting scenes for a low-budget movie in a small New England town. He's exhausted thanks to a 5am call time, and frustrated because he's supposed to be past starring in this type of ridiculous Hallmark movie by now, and to make matters worse, he dropped his phone earlier and now the GPS doesn't work, which means he's trying to make his way back to the motorway with the outdated map he found in the glove compartment of his rental car (trying being the operative word here). And then, just when he thinks things have hit rock bottom, the car suddenly sputters to a halt, and Sebastian realizes with a sinking feeling that he forgot to fill up on gas before leaving New York.

Fuck his life, honestly.

He just about manages to steer the car into the gutter before it gives up the ghost completely. Sebastian gets out of the car in a huff, yelling into the void for few satisfying seconds and then giving one of the car's tires a vicious kick for good measure.

He's so caught up in his rage that he doesn't even really register the motorcycle coming towards him until it stops next to his car. And oh great, as if this day wasn't terrible enough, now he's is going to get murdered by a Hell's Angel by the side of the road in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. But then the guy takes off his helmet, and - oh, hello. Sebastian thinks he actually wouldn't mind being murdered by this guy so much. He's a little rugged, sure, but in a handsome way, bearded, wearing leather boots as well as two different types of flannel underneath his motojacket.

"You okay there?" the guy asks, giving Sebastian an amused look.

Sebastian cringes, realizes how he must look to this guy, in his suit jacket and fancy shoes and gold jewellery, throwing a tantrum by the side of the road. But he's got bigger things to worry about right now than looking like an idiot, so he runs a hand through his disheveled hair and answers truthfully. "Not really," he admits. "Ran out of gas and I've got no idea where I am, to be honest."

The guy smirks, giving Sebastian a slow once-over. "I thought you looked a little lost," he says, but before Sebastian can put his hackles up, the guy holds out his hand and says, "I'm Chris. Where were you headed to?"

"Sebastian." He shakes Chris's hand, which is big and dry and a little cold, from driving without gloves on. "Well, I was hoping to get back to New York sometime tonight, but..."

Chris clicks his tongue in sympathy. "Tough luck. If you want, I can give you a ride to the nearest town? You could stay the night at the inn and call the AAA tomorrow? Unless you'd rather call them now. They'd have to come all the way from Boston, though, so it could take a couple of hours."

Sebastian sighs, because yeah no, the idea of sitting here in the dark for hours by himself doesn't exactly sound appealing. As if in agreement, Sebastian's stomach chooses that moment to remind him that the last time he had something to eat was around 10am that morning, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet road. Sebastian shoots Chris a sheepish look.

"There's also a pretty good burger place on the way," Chris says, looking even amused now, before he gives Sebastian's clothes another calculating look and adds, "That is, if you don't mind greasy burgers."

Sebastian can't help but bristle, just a little. "The greasier the better," he says defiantly, before realizing that kind of sounded like an innuendo, considering this guy looks like a bike mechanic. It seems Chris picked up on that too, because he smirks again. Then he holds out his helmet to Sebastian. "Hop on," he says.

"What about you?"

"I'll drive slow," Chris shrugs. "It's only a couple of minutes."

So Sebastian puts on the helmet and swings his leg over the bike, settling in behind Chris.

"Hold on tight."

Sebastian wraps his arms tightly around Chris's surprisingly slim waist, pressing himself up against his back. As they set off, Sebastian has the sudden thought that this day might be looking up after all.

They pull up outside a pub-style bar a little while later. Chris shuts off the bike and Sebastian climbs off, taking off the helmet. "Thanks," he says, handing it to Chris. "I appreciate it. So um, if you could give me the name of that inn, I can just go on on foot once I'm done here and ask for directions or something. Unless it's too far to walk?"

"I could also just give you a lift there," Chris says, tilting his head slightly. "I'm kinda hungry myself, actually. I could eat a burger. If you don't mind the company, that is."

Sebastian really, really doesn't mind the company. He smiles. "'Course," he says, starting to walk in the direction of the entrance. "My treat, seeing as you kind of saving my ass right now." When he shoots a look over his shoulder, he could swear Chris had just been looking at said ass, possibly assessing whether or not it's worth saving. Sebastian hopes the answer is yes.

As promised, the burgers are pretty greasy but also very good. They talk while they eat, Sebastian relating what led him to be stranded in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Massachusetts. Chris smirks, but otherwise doesn't make any snide remarks about Sebastian being an actor, so Sebastian likewise doesn't make fun of Chris when he tells him he's owns a one-man woodworking business. Despite their very different lifestyles and occupations, it turns out they've got quit a lot in common. And unless Sebastian is very delusional, they've also got a ton of chemistry. Chris keeps looking at Sebastian's mouth when he's talking, and Sebastian can't stop himself from letting his gaze linger on Chris's shoulders and forearms. There's a spark there, no doubt about it.

By the time they've finished their burgers and drinks, Sebastian is really hoping he might just be able to stay the night at Chris's place, instead of at some inn.

Once Sebastian has paid, they make their way outside again, walking over to Chris's parked bike. Chris gets on but doesn't take the bike off the stand yet. He rubs the back of his neck, giving Sebastian a look from under his lashes. "So. Where to?"

Sebastian arches an eyebrow. "Thought you were gonna give me a lift to that inn you mentioned." He lets Chris sweat for a moment, before he smirks and adds, "Unless you've got somewhere better in mind."

The corner of Chris's mouth curves upwards. "I might know a place," he says, not breaking eye contact.

They look at each other for a moment, something sizzling in the air between them.

"Lead the way."

****

Chris knows he shouldn't have brought this beautiful stranger home.

He knows he's a hopeless romantic who falls too fast, especially for people like Sebastian, who are gorgeous and interesting and driven and intelligent. He knows that inviting someone like that into his home would make him immediately imagine a future with them that he could never have. He knows that, and at the same time, he also knows he wouldn't have wanted to miss last night for the world.

Sebastian is better than anything Chris could ever have dreamed up, and Chris is so happy that chance (fate?) brought Sebastian into his path. So grateful that he got to spend one perfect night with him.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like a sonofabitch when he's driving Sebastian back to his car the next day, knowing that in just a few minutes time, he's going to have to say goodbye, and he'll most likely never see him again. Except maybe on the silver screen.

Chris pulls up next to Sebastian's abandoned car, shuts off the engine, and takes off his helmet. Behind him, Sebastian does the same, handing Chris the spare helmet to put in the saddlebags. Chris gets off and turns around. Sebastian's hair is tousled, the golden morning sun catching on it, making it glow. He's wearing an old wax coat over his suit blazer, lent to him by Chris, because the morning air is pretty chilly, and Chris has already learned that Sebastian gets cold easily.

When Sebastian starts to take off the coat, Chris waves a hand and says, "Keep it. It's an old one anyway, and you might be here for a while, depending on when the AAA gets here."

Frowning, Sebastian puts his hands in his pockets. The sun frames him from behind, making it seem like he's got a halo, and secretly, Chris thinks Sebastian is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

"Thank you," Sebastian says quietly.

And Chris could be wrong, but he thinks that maybe, just maybe, Sebastian might be feeling a little of what Chris is feeling, too.

"Don't mention it," Chris says, leaning against his bike, thankful for his sunglasses not just because of the sun, but also because they help hide the way he's feeling right now. Which is, frankly, far more devastated than he should be, over someone he just met yesterday.

"I could -" Sebastian starts, before he stops himself, biting his lip.

"Yeah?"

Sebastian takes a breath, looking at the ground. "Well, I was just thinking, I could maybe return it to you sometime. The coat, I mean. You're not that far from New York, really, and, y'know, I'm kinda sad I didn't get a chance to see your workshop, and like, the town." He looks up, giving Chris a careful look from under his lashes.

A warm feeling spreads through Chris's chest, more effective in driving away the cold and sadness than the sun could ever hope to be. He smiles at Sebastian. "Or I could drive up to New York sometime and collect it," he says, ignoring the fact that he just basically said he didn't need the coat back anyway. "Been meaning to visit again for a while anyway, I kinda miss the excitement. And like you said, it's not that far from here, if you think about it."

They smile helplessly at each other for a few moments, something passing between them that doesn't need to be articulated to be real.

"Let me give you my number," Sebastian says, seeming to glow with more than just the morning sunlight now, and if Chris saves the number in his phone with a little heart next to Sebastian's name, that's nobody's business but his.

[fanaticsnail]

have a small drabble as a gift for your hard work

Darlin'

TW: NSFW, MDNI, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, body worship if you squint

"C'mon darlin', I know you can do it, you can cum again on my tongue."

It was all he said as he ruthlessly ate you out in hopes of making you cum for the who-knows-how-many time, a choked moan falling out of your lips when his lips latched to your oversensitive clit and sucked in a way that made you see stars. Your hips bucked by themselves, sore back supported by his strong hand as he held you still in his grasp. The juices from your previous climaxes still coated the lower part of his face as he reverently worshipped you by showering the source of said juices in long licks and experienced open-mouthed kisses. One of your thighs spasmed around his head as the other quivered in his hold to spread you open, signalling him of your impending orgasm. His ministrations stepped up a level, starting to lick and hit that sweet spot in you faster and harder. Cries and moans mingling together in their ever-rising pitch, all it took was a small nip to your bud to make you cum harshly on his face, legs weakly jerking and body lifted off the bed. He didn't stop his licks, instead opting to drink in your release like a man stranded on a desert for weeks without food and water. The break only came when it became too much and you tugged at his hair, a silent plea to pause his actions. He merely gazed up at you with such an innocent and reverent gaze that made you feel both like a god sitting on the highest throne in the entire universe and like he hadn't unravelled you so many times it's uncountable by now in the few hours he was allowed to show his undying, neverending love for you. As you slowly came down from your high, white noise still ringing in your ears, he had already climbed up to nuzzle his nose against your cheek to whisper quietly with barely covered lust,

"So nice and pretty. Can you do it again for me, darlin'?"

Benn Beckman, Hawk-Eyes Mihawk, Shanks, Smoker, Zoro, Killer

I don't even know where to begin or what to say.

Thank you so much for this. Right into the October, I needed something to spur me on. Bloody hell.

I'm gonna be thinking about this for a while. I need to lie down. Thank you for this beautiful gift. I am screaming.

[tapakah0]

Welp my dumb ADHD brain wouldn't let me be productive till I drew it so there ya go~

I SEE I SEE YOU DECIDED TO KILL ME TODAY YES

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

I hate Nazis so much, please understand this, and remember it when I go on to say with great reluctance that the K98k is, despite my best attempts to pull myself to a contrary position, a really cool rifle

[almea]

I am never going to shut up about how happy it makes me that CRWBY loves Bumbleby. Just knowing there are people who worked on the show who have said they're obsessed with the Bees and who requested to work on their confession scene just makes my heart feel so full.

I still can't stop thinking about how the bridge scene is one of, if not the most beautiful scene in the whole show. What it represents and conveys is also beautiful, but my god the way it looks? It's absolutely unreal and knowing how much the people who worked on it loved it makes it even more beautiful.

[tysonhos]

these feel so illicit

[dragongirlfangs]

[dialovers-translations]

Is this how you drag me back to DL, Rejet!?

[saltpepperbeard]

no like, the implications. the i m p l i c a t i o n s,,,

are they on a date. are they hanging out together and drinking little coconut drinkies and eating a charcuterie board. are they going to play together. are they going to be silly goofy again.

AND THEN THIS,,,

THIS,,,,,

THEY WAY THEY'RE HOLDING EACH OTHER. FROM AN IN-CHARACTER PERSPECTIVE, THE WAY ED'S HAND IS UP A BIT HIGHER—ADMIRING/TRACING STEDE'S EARRING, PERHAPS?? AND THE WAY THEY'RE BOTH HOLDING EACH OTHER????

y'all lmao,,,

Y'ALL,,,

WE ARE NOT PREPARED

[sacredjake]

A GREAT DAY FOR JUMMY NATION🫡

[ninyard]

Don’t listen to that anon trial trial trial trial trial trial trial trial trial trial Yayy trial I’ve been so excited since the sneak peak trial trial trial trial it’s not tasteless at all it’s an interesting portrayal of public perception and reaction . People like pov outsider stuff. For a character as badly understood and publicly villainized as Andrew bc he doesn’t act like the kind of rape victim that people feel bad for or else they ignore all signs of his trauma, of course it’s cathartic to see people acknowledge that and also eat their boots ?? Someone could make an argument for it being voyeuristic but it’s more a portrayal of the voyeuristic nature of media ??? Bc we the audience and you the writer already know the awful details, it’s about watching a fictional audience react to them. If someone is uncomfortable they can simply not read it it’s very easy. Sorry for the rant. Trial trial trial yay. I still check every morning. Trial trial trial

thank you for your thoughts anon!!! i appreciate hearing everyones side on this kind of things bc I want to make sure I'm doing things ~right~ and in such a way that isn't disrespectful, so no hate to that first anon, i don't mind hearing what people have to say about the things i post so long as they're nice about it<3