#LET DEE DO /SOMETHING/

[season1mac]

i just don't understand why dee didn't try to get into dennis' head too? she knows exactly what buttons and comments to make. like why are they not letting dee DO ANYTHING ????!!!!!!!?????

[starflungwaddledee]

offering three cookies 🍪🍪🍪

(<< part 1)

[veveisveryuncool]

finally back home after a long battle..

kirbytober day 1: together again/friendship

[marigoidz]

I don't like Kate and Jamie as a romantic pairing not bc I think them being into each other is out of the question or anything but bc I think them Actually getting together would just not happen. Even if the feelings were mutual I don't think they'd ever come to light in a way that led to dating

[found--family]

am i the only one who sensed some jilted lover vibes from jensen? 

[comdrspock]

Cold Morning Light

Being married was nice enough, but overall Spock found it rather unremarkable. He appreciated having Christine there at the end of the day considerably more than he had anticipated. Nothing else had changed, however, other than sharing living quarters and sleeping in a slightly larger bed than before. They both still worked long hours, sometimes going two or even three entire shifts without seeing each other. When their days end at roughly the same time, one or both of them were often too exhausted to do much other than sleep. Spock was keenly aware that his lack of interest on such days occasionally left Christine feeling frustrated or insecure, and he would have to reassure her that yes, he still found her beautiful and desirable, but that on this particular night, he would rather play her a song on his lyre or play a game of chess or simply meditate (he did this quite frequently) than take her to bed except to sleep. Not every week could be like pon farr, or even the few days after their wedding.

His first officer being married also did not make Captain Kirk was any less likely to select him to be part of almost every single landing party. It wasn't that the captain wanted Christine to worry; he simply felt that Spock was one of the most valuable and trustworthy members of the crew and therefore a, well, logical choice to accompany him into the unknown. During the first six months of their marriage, Spock spent a combined total of an entire week away from the ship on various away missions with the captain.

“I thought you said there were no lifeforms detected on this planet,” Kirk said, frowning, as Lieutenant Uhura repeated the distress signal from the class-M planet they currently orbited.

“That is correct, captain. None of our sensors are picking up any signs of life,” Spock said.

“So how can...no, never mind.” The captain bit back what might have been a sigh of frustration or at least resignation. “We’re going to have to go down there and find out. Spock, you’re with me.” He smacked a button on the console attached to his chair. “Kirk to McCoy.”

“McCoy here.”

“Meet us in the transporter room, Bones. There’s an urgent distress call coming from the planet’s surface. We might need you. Make sure you bring a phaser. Come on, Spock.”

In Sickbay, Dr. McCoy did sigh. He glanced over his shoulder at Christine. He’d always found away missions a little stressful, but the pressure was on more than ever now that Spock was not only the first officer and Jim’s best friend but also her husband. As usual, however, the captain wasn’t giving him a choice. He reached for a tricorder and then pulled a phaser out of his desk drawer.

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

[avatardoggo]

I HAVE FEELINGS FOR A BOYMAN

[entriprises]

good morning!! happy weekend to everyone, sending lots of love & rest everyone’s way!!! i’m gonna be cleaning up since i have folks visiting next week but you can catch me on discord !!

[dapperrokyuu]

Love to believe Tianxi is chilling somewhere because she was done so dirty, ngl.

[bison-appreciation-club]

what was it with white american singers in the 1980s being like i am going to show i am Politically Aware by writing a really vague and generic song that may be about native americans. but i don't know! nobody knows! it could be about anything!

[dedicatedfollower467]

you know you're in it too deep when you're tempted to write fanfic for a franchise you've never personally played based entirely on having watched two whole lets plays from people who also have no knowledge of actual kirby lore.

(but like. picture kirby trying to "share" with meta knight for the first time and meta is a combination of touch-starved and touch-averse and super insecure and backs up like "wtf are you doing, don't touch me, why are you trying to kiss me" and kirby's just like "oh but you're hurt i can help you!" because this is a world where it really is just kind of normal and accepted that platonic friends will kiss on the mouth to magically heal each other and maybe also as a greeting. and meta knight has to like. admit that healing his injuries is a better tactical decision even if he's uncomfortable with being touched and the teeth-gritted angstiness of it all WHY am i LIKE this oh my GOD)

[seungfl0wer]

*𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕*

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dom!Chan, Brat!Reader, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Unprotected Sex, CreamPie, Degrading, Mentions Of multiple rounds, Studio Sex, P in V, Sir Used, Slightly proofread.

You can find this beautiful request (here)

-🖤

You had been testing Chans patience all day today, but what broke the straw was you getting a little too handsy with Changbin. You were sitting in the studio with Chan when Changbin had come into grab something. Somehow you ended up feeling his muscles making him all blushy. When Changbin left for the gym Chan shot you a death glare. He was always so patient, way more than he should be honestly. Today though? He had enough.

He got up locking the door, he hovered over you looking down at you. You stared at the ground not wanting to meet his gaze. That gaze, you knew damn well he was done with your bullshit. He sighed loudly before sitting beside you. Yanking you over his lap making you yelp at the suddenness. He laid your body over his lap ass pushed up. He pulled your shorts down with your underwear as you squirmed at his touch.

“Don’t move.” He said in a low voice. “You know the rules, count and do not look away.” He said staring daggers down at you.

You nod only for him to let a quick slap to your ass. “Words.” He said with a growl.

“Yes- sir, I’m sorry sir” you said voice trailing off a bit at the end.

“And what happens if you don’t keep eyes on me or don’t count?” He said rubbing his hand over the area he had slapped.

“Starts over” you all but whimper out looking at him with big doe eyes.

“Good girl” he said softly before letting another slap hit your ass. “Now start counting”

“1” the first (third) slap hard, his hand soothing it a bit before another smack.

“2” you groaned out eyes staring deep into each others gaze.

A few minutes had passed, with a whimper you kept going. “8.” Tears pricked at your face as you blinked the tears away.

“You gonna learn your lesson next time hm? Or are you gonna keep testing my patience.” He said another spank hitting your ass this time harder. The area was red, sensitive and getting sore. He normally did it on both sides but this was a sort of punishment he did when you were really bad.

“M’sorry sir, I didn’t-“ a louder yelp left your lips as another smack connected. “N-nine” you stuttered out.

“You didn’t what? Be a brat all day and then feel up my friend’s arms like a dirty little whore? You didn’t mean to do all that?” His voice was low but also a mocking tone. Another hard smack came down to your ass connecting with the sensitive spot once more.

“10!” You basically screamed. This slap the last one, was hard. Full of all the anger you had made him feel through the day. It stung, it hurt, it sure was gonna bruise. He ran his fingers over your ass looking down at your tear stained face. He spread your legs slightly running his fingers down your folds slowly. The sensation made your body jump, Not expecting it.

“You took your punishment so well, I’m proud” he said voice a bit softer than it had been. The slight pain dying down now you could feel how wet you were. He ran his fingers across your clit before pulling them away. You wanted to whine out but you knew it was a bad idea. So you bit your cheek trying to be good for him.

“Up” he said patting your ass, and you did so. You stared at him while he unbuckled his pants pulling everything down letting his cock slap back against him. He was rock hard, pre cum dripping from his tip. “Over the couch now.” He demanded.

You obeyed taking position, as soon as he made his way behind you he was already pushing into you. He gave you no time. No time to adjust and definitely no time to think. He was pounding into you mercilessly, balls slapping against your skin as he bottomed out. A string of curse words and grunts left his mouth as you moaned below him.

He gripped your hips harshly as his nails dug into the sensitive soft skin. You could feel his cock so deep into you, he was twitching already. He slapped your ass this time on the other cheek before bringing his hands up to wrap around your neck. “Tell me how much of a slut you are, tell me how you were probably bad cause you’re a needy whore and just want my attention. He growled.

“M’need- always need your attention. Always want all of you” he groaned. You could feel your legs becoming jelly. Your cunt squeeze around him. “G’onna cum!” You moaned out spit dripping down your chin.

“Did I say you could? You think you’ve deserve to cum?” He said as he took a chunk of your hair pulling it harshly. Your head came back where he could whisper into your ear. “Think I should let you?” He said almost a chuckle.

“Please sir I’m sorry- I- I’ll behave just- aah” you moaned out. Chan grinned as he pulled out before quickly flipping you over.

“You’re gonna keep eye contact with me until I cum got it? Then maybe I’ll let you cum” he said pushing himself back into you. His pace was fast he was hitting every spot inside you. Your body shook under him, in return making him laugh. “So pathetic” he said as his hand found its way to your clit. He rubbed small circles as he drilled into your eyes never leaving one another’s.

“Sir! Mm fuck- so good- only you. Only you make me feel so good.” You babbled out. You were seeing stars and so was Chan. His high washing over him faster than he thought it would. His cock pumped deep into you as he groaned. Hot liquid filling you to the brim as his movements start to stutter.

“Shit princess” he said he leaned down leaving sloppy kisses to you as he rubbed you clit. “Cum for me princess, I wanna watch you come undone from me” he groaned out. It didn’t take long for you to let go. Gushing all over his long cock as you arched your back.

“Thank you sir” you said panting out. “M’sorry for being bad” you said softly looking up at him.

“I know baby” he coo’d rubbing your head as he came down from his high. A few moments had passed before either of you said anything else, But you were the first one to break the silence.

“Chan” you said softly. “Chan! The recording sound was on! You recorded this whole-“ your eyes went wide looking at him. He couldn’t help but laugh, he just shrugged “maybe I’ll put it in a song” he said smiling at you as you rolled your eyes.

He cocked an eyebrow “attitude back already?” He teased making you pout “no..” you said softly “don’t worry baby I’m not done with this punishment yet, I think I got 2 more rounds in me” he said before kissing you as he wrapped his arms around you. Those 2 rounds? Yeah, turned into 1 more at the studio and 2 more at your house.

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[moralesluvr]

what it's like dating earth 42 miles <3

EARTH 42 MILES doesn’t let anyone but you touch his hair, because it makes it him feel safe and content when your fingers are threading through his thick locks.

EARTH 42 MILES doesn’t ever give you the opportunity to pay for your own things. You’re his girl, and he’d be damned if he found out that you went out shopping with your own card and not his. He even has his own card for you under his account with your name imprinted on it.

EARTH 42 MILES loves to show you off. You’re in the mall and someone’s hitting on you? He’s taking care of that with a single grab to your waist and his lips connecting with yours.

“Hey, you’re cute. Are you free to-“

“Yo! Are you not listenin’? She don’t want you. Get outta here, man.”

EARTH 42 MILES definitely holds your shopping or grocery bags. He knows that you can do it, and you’re definitely strong enough to carry them, but he likes letting you know that he’s always got you in all aspects.

EARTH 42 MILES is extremely up-kept. He smells like Dior and cedar wood, his hair is always braided down and oiled, and his clothes are always cleaned & ironed. When you go over to his place, his room is neat and vacuumed. He ‘can’t have his girl over if it looks a mess’ he would always say.

EARTH 42 MILES not only keeps himself up-kept, but he keeps you looking nice, too. He pays for your nails every two weeks so that they’re fresh and not grown out, as well as your hair, lash, and brow appointments if you like to get them done. He pays for your shoes and clothes as well, and if you want something extra like new skincare or body care, he’s Apple Paying you money as soon as you ask.

EARTH 42 MILES is always teaching you Spanish if you don’t know it, because it speaks it a lot around you. He calls you pet names that are mostly only in Spanish, like mami, mi amor, mi cariño, or hermosa. He finds it cute when you copy his phrases, even if you don’t know what they mean. Sometimes he has to remind you not to say certain stuff out loud or in public.

“¡Ay, maldito idiota! ¡Deja de joder y hazlo!”

“Maldito idiota?”

“No, mami,” He would laugh, “Shh. Don’t say that.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻ thank you for reading!

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓🕷️: @queenesther996 //@sukunas-slutty-bitch // @c3f21 // @wydney // @rinnyisnothere // @brieryann // @moisttowllet // @Dee-m-cee

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐌��𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✎: @Dee-m-cee // @euphorichappiness10

[ladylysanthae]

This morning, in a half-awake delirium maintained only for the sake of the tower of whipped cream atop my hot chocolate, I was listening to my floret say something about video games. It's remarkably good at a few of them, quite proud of it, and its frankly adorable attitude around them left me wondering what it might act like if I had allowed it to behave more... Well, like a gamer, I suppose.

Perhaps it's a sign of my cracking sanity, then, that I lingered on that long enough to write out the briefest thoughts of floret gamer trash talk.

HoneyKnuckle dropped the flag!

DogGirlAteMyHomework: Does your Mistress know she left you on Class-E's?

DogGirlAteMyHomework picked up the flag!

HoneyKnuckle: Heck u, I have a four-point-oh kay-dee in Rebels of the Free Skies, and I was top one hundred inwwwwwwwddddddd"

DogGirlAteMyHomework scored!

DogGirlAteMyHomework: Uh huh, and I'm core-deep getting plommygocked by your owner rn. I'll let her know you need a counteragent.

CinnamonBunBun: Hey, be nice, she's still coming down from a J-cation.

CinnamonBunBun: Unless you wanna put your money where your mouth is and make it fair ;)

Maid4Her: Don't do it, i bet two weeks of N on this match >///<

MommysStrongestSoldier: Can you all just shut the heck up and play, guys? I don't need some braindead plantlovers screwing up my winrate.

MommysStrongestSoldier picked up the flag!

DogGirlAteMyHomework: Who invited the feralist?

CinnamonBunBun: Oh, that's Kimnachi's new floret. She thought it would be good for her to get some "exposure therapy" by gaming with us.

MommysStrongestSoldier: Heck off, I'm a girl.

MommysStrongestSoldier: I'm a girl.

MommysStrongestSoldier: I'm a girl!

MommysStrongestSoldier: Not a boy.

MommysStrongestSoldier: Not a boy.

MommysStrongestSoldier: Fluff this hecking system, I'm not a fluffing boy!

CinnamonBunBun: One of those wasn't corrected~

CinnamonBunBun: Seed

Maid4Her: Seeeed

DogGirlAteMyHomework: Total seed

MommysStrongestSoldier: Oh fluff this

Administrator: Petal. What have we said about language?~

MommysStrongestSoldier dropped the flag!

MommysStrongestSoldier: Fluff you, you pretty plant! I'm never going to lefffddddddddssssssaaaaaaaaa

CinnamonBunBun: Aaand there she goes. Have fun, Miss Kimnachi! Same time next week?

Administrator: Of course, blossoms. I'll ensure she conducts herself properly next time. Ta ta~

DogGirlAteMyHomework: Bye Kimnachi

CinnamonBunBun: Bye Miss Kimnachi!

MommysStrongestSoldier has disconnected from the server.

HoneyKnuckle: shes cooked

[jo-speaks]

🍬 “i never noticed how beautiful filthy words could be.” for us, quinn girlies please

warnings: 18+ content, mdni. shower sex, breeding kink (it's quinn what did you expect), mature language, etc.

note: had to do something long and special for the best defenceman in the league :)

wc: 1306

Waiting in the hall in front of the locker room was usually the most mundane task of every game you attended. Just standing there, throat and body exhausted from cheering Quinn on the whole night. Usually, the other wives and girlfriends made the experience more tolerable, but tonight was a different story.

Even with less of the girls to keep you company, you were bouncing off the walls tonight. Quinn had broken yet another record tonight, your joy radiating off your body in the most obvious way. 

When Quinn stepped out into the halls, his eyes immediately found yours. He was convinced his pupils dilated into hearts once he saw your smile and obvious excitement. You met him halfway, unable to contain yourself as you wrapped your arms around him, causing him to set his bag down to lift you up to wrap your legs around his torso as well. 

“I’m so proud of you, Q.” You mumbled into his cheeks, placing a kiss on his damp skin.

Quinn chuckled, “Thank you, baby.”

“Out of the way, Huggy. Some of us need to drive to see the wife.” Conor joked, placing a playful smack on Quinn’s ass, causing him to jolt and step aside. 

Once he placed a quick kiss on your lips, he set you down with an arm lingering around your waist, not wanting you to go far. He said his goodbyes after everyone poured out of the locker room, walking the two of you to the parking garage. Quinn had rented a car for the duration of this trip, wanting to spend a few of the days in between with his parents and friends.

“313.” You said in astonishment as the two of you settled into the car.

“313.” He parroted, “Even got the puck to prove it.” 

Quinn handed you the game puck of his 313th assist, his physical proof of breaking the record. 

You held it in your hands delicately as if it could break if you held it too tightly. Quinn noticed your inspecting eyes when he glanced over to you, a laugh erupting from his chest.

“What? Never seen a puck before?” He teased, knowing very well you have. 

You scoffed, smacking his arm playfully as you turned to lean your head against the cool window. 

The rest of the car ride to his hotel was a quick one, filled with comfortable silence and the occasional quip of conversation. 

As you stepped into the room, Quinn dropped his bag by the door, surpassing you to face plant on the bed, groaning in satisfaction at the plush material.

You giggled, “Tired?”

He rolled over onto his back with a sigh, “You have no idea. These shifts feel like they’re getting longer each game.”

Taking a seat next to him, you reached a hand to thread into his hair, “That’s the price you pay for being so damn good at hockey.”

The two of you stayed there for a minute, Quinn’s eyes beginning to flutter shut. You noticed, deciding now was probably the best time to wash the day off of you. Quinn had already washed off the game at the arena, but the second he felt your touch disappear and the bathroom door open, he was wide awake again.

He hopped off the bed, hustling to the door before you could shut it. “Wait up.” He said as stepped inside with you.

You laughed at his eagerness, “Didn’t you already shower?”

“Not with you.”

You rolled your eyes as you turned the handle of the shower to your desired warmth, letting it heat up as you stripped yourself of your clothes.

Quinn quickly copied your actions, wanting to get under the water with you as fast as possible. He stepped inside first before tugging you with him, pulling you flush to his chest. His patience had worn out, immediately connecting your lips with his desperately.

You pulled away first, lips quickly finding his skin yet again as they trailed from his cheeks to his neck. You picked a spot, sucking and kissing on it until a deep mark began to bloom. You knew you’d have to cover it up for him later, but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. Right now, you were focused on the sounds escaping Quinn’s lips from just a simple kiss to his skin. 

“Baby.” He groaned, fingers entangling themselves in your hair, tugging you gently away from his neck. 

You sighed, “What do you want, Q. It’s all about you tonight.”

Now, it was his turn to blindside you. He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around him for the second time that night. “Let me fuck you full of me, hm? Give me a little prodigy to make just like me.” 

Your eyes widened at his words. You both had expressed your desire for children very early on in your relationship, yet you hadn’t expected it to come up three years in. Quinn smirked at your reaction, lining himself up to your entrance and slowly pushing himself in. 

“Fuck.” You gasped, “Fill me up, Quinn. Please.”

He let out a sigh as he bottomed out, pressing a swift kiss to your forehead, “Never noticed how beautiful filthy words could be.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he pulled out halfway before pushing himself back in deeper than before. He kept this slow rhythm up, soft groans forming in his throat as he basked in the pleasure you gave him.

“Gonna make such a pretty mom. I can’t wait to see you all swelled up with our baby.” Quinn rambled, losing himself in the thought of you pregnant. 

You cried out at his words, the image filling your head as he sped up, hitting that soft spot inside of you that made you dig your nails into his back as you pulled him closer to you. 

“Make it happen, Quinn. Make it stick.” You whispered, unable to find your full voice as your orgasm crept up on you.

He groaned at your words, unknowingly thrusting his hips faster into you, so desperate to make his fantasy a reality. Bringing up his hand to rub slow circles on your clit, the contrast in speed caused you to snap, moaning out his name along with a stream of words you couldn’t make out in your state of bliss. 

The feeling of you throbbing around him caused Quinn to follow suit, filling you up just as he claimed he would. The feeling of his cum leaking out of you made you whine, the feeling overwhelming you in a good way. 

You both remained still, the water from the showerhead still pouring steadily onto your bodies. You had expected him to pull out of you, but he didn’t. You blinked your eyes open to find the reason for Quinn’s dormant state, not knowing why he was so still. 

To your surprise, Quinn had a locked gaze on what was going on between the two of you. Following his line of sight, you looked down to see Quinn’s cock resting inside of you, a ring of white wrapping the connection of your bodies as some of it dripped down into the floor. 

He was mesmerized at the sight, yes, but that wasn’t the reason he was still. 

“Quinn?” You rasped, gaining his attention but not his eyes. 

He slowly pushed himself deeper into you unexpectedly, eliciting a whine from your throat as your mouth gaped open. 

“Just wanna make sure it sticks.” He mumbled, looking up at you with a mix of love and desire in his eyes. 

You nodded, closing your eyes as you appreciated the closeness. You expected him to stay like this for a few moments more. What you hadn’t expected was for him to start thrusting in and out of you yet again.