#I'm SICK

[holyblanchett]

WE HAVE NEVER BEEN SO BACK MOTHER IS TAKING IT IM GAGGING

[theroundbartable]

Sick fic except no one is sick.

Merlin is tired of the tavern excuse and at this point, Arthur doesn't really believe the 'gathering herbs' thing either anymore.

So, Merlin tells Arthur he's sick.

Except he didn't account for the fact that Arthur becomes a terrified worryward of a mess. Merlin, thinking he's got some time alone, is now chained to his bed with Arthur feeding him soup and 'checking his temperature', only that Arthur has no clue what he's doing.

Merlin on the other hand can only think of the assassin and.... 'Actually, this is nice.'

[luxmoogle]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ A q u a ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

[lovetommyactually]

7.05//8.11

for @somethingaboutfirefly

[rosieofcorona]

something about "what i feel for you will never change" from a man who has lived for thousands of years, when in that time his feelings for absolutely everyone else he knew and loved did change. something about his last promise (he assumes) to lavellan implying that she is different from anyone else he's loved. something about her rare and marvelous spirit that makes him so eternally in love with her that he has to let her know in case one of them doesn't survive. something about loving her for the rest of his immortal life.

[watermelonshine]

only if I had a big muscular woman taking care of me while I'm in the bed sick and telling me not to worry about doing nothing because I need to focus of getting better while swiping the sweat off of my forehead.

[nevermeyers]

“When it's your time to go, make sure you're surrounded by others”

[kawhh]

hey so i have a little thought i wanted to share bc it’s eating me alive.

anyways, camgirl reader who quinny finds one night while she’s on live and his obsession starts there. it’s gradual tbh, it just starts with finding your instagram and gifting more and then when he finds out you like hockey he’s following your personal instagram from his personal instagram and he’s sliding in your dms bc he’s absolutely 100% gonna make it to a stream to show every single dude who watches you that he’s the one you’re giving yourself too

The fact that we know Q is always on his phone really does make this even more of a thought problem. He's so quick to like everything on instagram, there's a 100% guarantee he'd just stumble across the live feed.

He wouldn't think of it much when he first finds you, outside of spending a few minutes watching you. He'd get pulled away by a text, an email, another notification. But he finds himself coming back. Once a week, a few times a week, every single night.

He just can't get you out of his head. The way you trail your hands down your body, the way you speak. The way your eyes roll back in your head. The little whimpers you let out when you hit the right spot.

He's enamored by how you act. How you deal with people, how you react. How you obey. How happy you are to be told what to do, how you do everything without hesitation.

There's a problem though. You're doing it for other people. You're having private shows, you're talking to other people. You're letting other people dictate how you get off. It's not right. It should only be him.

They're timing it wrong, they're not giving you what you need to get off. They aren't being rough enough or they're being too rough with you. They don't care about you like he does. They're just looking to get off. He's not.

He needs your attention focused on him. He needs you to pay attention to him. He needs you to only need him. If he supports you, you won't need them. Won't need to do anything for them. You can focus on him.

He has the money to throw around. It's nothing for him, even if it wasn't being spent on you. He can see how much you appreciate it - how much you appreciate him.

Every single stream you're giving him more. Ignoring the other messages. Letting him guide you. Giving him full control. Letting him have control over the remote toys. You aren't even timing him. You're in that deep with him.

You wear a canucks jersey on stream one day? With his fucking name on it? There's no way you could ever know that it's him, but he can't just watch you now. You've pushed him over the edge. He needs his hands on your body, needs to drag his hands under it, pawing at your skin. He needs you to scream his name. Needs to fuck you with it on.

You'd clearly be down.

[norsevvy]

CANNOT stop thinking about how elizabeth bank's had effie say haymitch's name after drawing him during the reaping. after sotr that means SO much more. the hesitancy, the way she almost breathes it out, like it knocks all the air from her lungs. how betrayed and awful she must have felt reading out the name of the man she had grown up alongside, who she had known since his first reaping

it meant more than them just being "district 12 mentors" (effie unofficially). effie had been with him from the start, had Known him from the start. they've been paired up since the beginning of it all. how horrible for her to be promoted to 12's escort as some sort of reward for doing well with haymitch, only to be the one forced to read out his name 25 years later

[sceletaflores]

thinking about needy art...just so desperate for you :((( always so horny and riled up :((( he needs you so bad he can't help it :(((

we love you girl!!!!!! pls don't die!!!!!!!!

-🧶

anon i was literally just thinking about this omfg we're so connected it's crazy (this lowkey wandered into a bit of puppy!art territory, @fawnnpaws your influence is too great <333)

and you're SO right!!! in my mind this is so married art coded. that man literally worships the ground you walk on, there's nothing he wouldn't do for his WIFE. the woman with HIS last name. the woman that wears HIS ring on your finger. you're his whole world.

you're cooking dinner when the front door creaks open, the sound of art dropping his keys and bag clear from where you're stood at the stove.

he's always a keyed up, horny monster after practice, so you're not surprised when two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. art clings to you like a second skin, pressing his chest to your back and hooking his chin over your shoulder, a sweet "hey baby," muttered into your hair.

you hum, not looking away from the pasta coming to a boil in front of you. "have a good practice?"

art nods, burying his nose in your hair and inhaling your familiar scent. "missed you," he says, voice going all light and airy. it makes you smile, stirring the pasta calmly as art starts grinding against your ass in small circles. you wonder if he even knows he's doing it or if he's more gone than you first thought.

"i did so good today, you'd be so proud of me," he rambles, brushing his lips over your neck as he speaks. his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

"yeah? hope you worked up an appetite, it's almost ready." your tone is overly casual, like you're not soaking your panties at the feel of art's thick cock through the thin fabric of your sweats. but it's all part of the game, ignoring him only works him up more.

"i could eat," he pants against your skin, a pointed roll of his hips pushes you closer to the stove. "god, i couldn't stop thinking about you." he groans, finally done pretending that it's dinner he cares about. he trails wet kisses down your neck, his hands slipping up under your shirt to paw at the lacy cups of your bralette.

the pot's water snaps and pops in warning, threatening the bare expanse of your stomach. you push art's hands down but he's not deterred, dropping them to knead at the meat of your hips.

"let's go to bed," he suggests into the crook of your neck, his breathing starting to get a little faster as he grinds against you with a purpose.

it's tempting, but you're not done cooking yet, and you know this won't take long.

"no," you say dismissively, turning the heat down to let the sauce pan on another burner slow to a simmer.

art whines, nuzzling deeper into your neck. his hand slides around, slipping between your legs to rub your cunt through your bottoms. "please?"

you sigh contently at his touch, letting your head drop to his shoulder. you let yourself get lost in him for a few seconds before you push his hand away again and cast your gaze back to the food, "no."

"the couch?" he tries, "it's just right there, in the living room. i can eat you out, i'll make you feel so good."

you bite your lip, stifling a smile at his needy begging. you bob your head side to side lightly, a considering noise passing through your lips before you deny him for the third time, "no."

art swallows, his breath getting shallow. "right here, i could eat you out right here," he rambles, his hips speeding up. you can feel the wetness of his pre-come leaking through his own shorts to seep into yours. "i could fuck you right here, against the counter."

you hum noncommittally, adding more dried oregano. it's quiet, just the sound of art's ragged breathing and the hiss of the boiling water. art takes it upon himself to fill the silence.

"i could," he takes a shuddering breath, "we don't have to fuck, i could just eat you out. i could sit by your feet, you don't have to do anything. i can...i could, i could use your leg."

you almost give in, his sweet voice begging you to let him get his mouth on you too much. you don't have to see his face to know he's gone red and flush, embarrassed but too worked up to stop.

"you want me to abandon dinner because, why? you can't keep your dick down? i'm busy, art."

art’s breath hitches, his hands trembling as they grip your hips. "i’m sorry," he breathes out, though you know he’s anything but. the apology only makes him grind harder, chasing any scrap of attention you might throw his way. “please,” he whimpers, his voice cracking. “i just— i need it so bad. please, baby.”

you click your tongue in disapproval, shaking your head as you turn back to the stove, stirring the sauce with a slow, deliberate motion. “you’re such a mess, art. can’t even wait until dinner’s done before you start acting like a desperate slut, can you?”

art shudders behind you, his grip tightening on your waist as his hips jerk involuntarily. “i’m sorry,” he gasps out for the second time. “i just—fuck, i can’t help it. please, let me—”

"no, if you want to come in here and hump my leg like a desperate puppy, than that's how you're going to come."

art’s whimper is pitiful, his hips stuttering against you, driven by nothing but raw desire. he’s practically drooling, his breath hot and uneven against your neck as he desperately grinds himself against your thigh.

“please, please,” he chants, the word a broken prayer on his lips, but you don’t miss the way he shudders under your cruel tone, his body trembling with anticipation.

“god, you’re pathetic,” you say through a condescending laugh, “you can’t even control yourself for a second, can you? always so eager to make a mess. i should make you clean it up with your tongue.”

art comes in his boxers with a broken whine. the timer goes off a couple seconds later.

[calexinred]

help I'm, still in the sound booth 😣

[holyblanchett]

Can we just take a moment to discuss how LADY DEATH told Agatha Harkness no one in history has ever gotten special treatment like her??? Do yall know how long that is?? Death has been around since the beginning of time.

[ghostsinmachine]

thought we were being too dramatic about will and mack potentially living together next season but turns out we were the fools!!!!

will "i have sleep anxiety" smith is actually just going to talk mack into getting a two bedroom where the second bedroom is a "gaming room" or whatever and they have to share a single room. again. because will doesn't like to sleep alone. and mack is obviously panting hard up desperate for the chance to breathe directly into will's mouth so he's all "yeah smitty :] that sounds sooooo cool"

[magnus-glitch-archive]

The Magnus Protocol Episode 32

Celia: "We still don't even know what it is." Talking about the rift

Celia: "...or whether it's still a danger." Again about the rift

Celia: "...when he left." Talking about Sam's disappearance.

Gwen: "As you can see, I'm quite busy." Dismissing Celia from her office.

[uzukage-naruto]

"Gojo was attached to him like a handler and would take care of him"

I'D LIKE TO BUY A GUN

[pinetreespants]

Day 20 Kiss