#and they meld together in my brain

[wewontbesleeping]

gucci is always so ugly

[crunchycrystals]

i did not realize going into this season i would come out shipping gorgug with three different people i was coming into this with the biggest donospring mindset and yet here we are

[and-stir-the-stars]

if bite of '83 bonnie kid really is cassie's dad. Then I'm imagining him collecting Fazbear Ent memorabilia because of Evan. Because the kid he killed loved Fazbear Entertainment (characters, not the animatronics) and had a collection of Faz Ent things that will now never grow, but he (Bonnie kid) can make the collection grow for him.

Of course there's also elements of the Faz Ent stuff reminding Bonnie Kid of the childhood and friends he lost all those years ago after the Bite. But I'd like to think that he thinks of Evan, even if subconsciously, upon seeing his collection

[roychewtoy]

shiv and kendall with their mirror, im the real you, sure you're the real me. like it truly could never be either of them, if you arent getting it im not getting it and round and round they go. the push and pull is too strong. looking at roman in the boardroom scene and thinking, oh god are we gonna get you better be sniffing your armpit romullus 2.0, standing against kendall annnnnnd Nope ! clutches it, a vote for kendall. because now Kendall is the logan stand-in, baring down on him and guiding his hand. (maybe i should just cut off my arms and give one to each of you!!!!!). it coming down to shiv being the deciding vote is soooooo choice, its fucked! its literally delicious to me.

[somesoups]

okay but consider this: 911 dispatcher x first responder minwon au

[mysterious-mr-crow]

I saw heathers on Saturday and I absolutely loved it but specifically I loved that Jacob Fowler gave JD such weird guy energy in his line delivery. like, you know what that's my favourite interpretation. the silly guyification of JD. I'm here for it.

[roseymoseyberry]

Getting into tos means that every time I see anything referring to Kirk, Spock, and Bones as the triumvirate, all I can think is "ah, yes, their trine"

[bumblingbabooshka]

Chakotay/Janeway/Tuvok relationship is about uncrossable lines and things not said out loud (because they don’t have to be? because you don’t want them to be? because it’d make it real?)

It’s about loving someone who you know is looking past you at someone else. A relationship that’s haunted by people that’re still alive somewhere. It’s about knowing that someone you’ve never met has a hold on this person you love and that you’ll never compare - how can you measure up to memory? It’s about drowning in guilt, about asking forgiveness from someone who can’t grant it to you (because even if they said those words “I forgive you” they’re not the person you need to hear it from, it wouldn’t make a difference). It’s about whispering the wrong name as you let yourself lean into them (just this once) and being met with a silence heavy with acceptance. A hand on the back of your head. Steady breathing in a dark room. It’s about trusting someone you’d never in your life trust, let alone love, under any other circumstances but because of some terrible miraculous trick the universe pulled on all of you (because of the deliberate actions of that hand, the hand that doomed you, that pulled you away from all that you knew, now threading its fingers gently through your hair) - you do. You trust this person with your life and it’s only in this specific circumstance that that could ever be possible. Should you be grateful for this? Would you trade it, to have your old life and loves back? It’s about gazing across the room at two people who look like they’ve known each other forever, talking softly, eyes fixed on one another, and feeling a panic you’ve never known before. Because who do you have besides them? What are your other options? It’s about loving people who you know could and would die at any moment. Out of duty, out of necessity, out of a love for something greater - there’s always something greater pressing down on all of you.  It’s about feeling very small under it. And very silly. This doesn’t matter, none of it does. Sometimes it doesn’t matter in the best way and you chase that feeling until it eventually runs out. And then, even when you’re drowning in wherever that leaves you, at least it’s better than being alone. Seventy years is a terrifyingly long time.

[sabrina-valerie]

keep thinking about having movie!Luigi be an f/o, if not for the fact that integrating his story with my self-insert's existing story would be a nightmare.

...It would be funny to have three Luigis on the f/o list tho -

[ursidaez]

cant tell if a mutual blocked me,or changed their layout and my expert detectives levels cant find them...where are you.????

[springboggle]

I feel sad. Kinda feeling like that little girl thats forever either ignored or sexually harassed/assaulted by other kids on the playground.

It's so fucking irrational especially since they talk to me and stuff but hearing two coworkers today talk about going to lunch together yesterday (one is a new hire!!!!! How did she even DO THAT) and today I faced the brunt of the lack of training+the other new hire literally got out of work by doing training modules in the morning but when I started them I was told I can do them at home because the manager realized ohhhh duh make your own account and. I'm feeling like that kid again. I'm activating my CPTSD.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Steve rogers has to go out on a looong mission and as he's fucking your brains out the thought of leaving a part of himself inside you, drives him mad and now he needs to fill you up to the brim, the thought of you all soft and big and round with his baby is all he can think about and umm😩🥵

oh my goodness I might pass out

smut warning!!

“Gonna leave you with a parting gift.”

He rasps it into your ear, sweat slick bodies melded together effortlessly. He’s got you folded in half, his weight pressing you down into the mattress as he licks up your neck, trailing open mouthed kisses across any skin he can reach.

All you can do is whine in response. In this moment, you’d let him do whatever he wanted. Anything.

“If I knock you up now, you should be showing by the time I get back.”

Oh.

Your head lols into the pillow, fingernails drawing blood from Steve’s back as they rake downwards. You want him to stop. You want more. You can’t think.

His hips are relentless, gliding into yours with no signs of stopping. He shoves a hand between your bodies, simultaneously circling your clit with his fingers and using it to anchor you to the bed. Every time your back arches up, he shoves you back down, right where he wants you.

“Gonna come as many times as I physically can,” he grunts into your jaw. “Gives us the best chance.”

He sucks a bruise into your throat as you whimper, hands scrambling for purchase on his broad shoulders.

“Steve.”

“I know, baby. S’good, huh? You’ll make such a perfect mom. Fuck, you’re gonna look so pretty all pregnant and glowing.”

The image throws you over the edge, tightening around him as you both groan.

“That’s it, atta girl. Just keep coming, baby. We’re gonna be here a while.”

[syoddeye]

unedited soap x f!reader thing i had to purge out of my brain.

you meet a soldier at a house party and end up fooling around with him in some stranger's bedroom.

he hauls you close, sloppily melding your mouths together, and asks in a borderline whine if he can touch your tits. the second you utter a 'yes', he shoves his hands up your top and your bra, which you didn't clarify but—fuck, it feels incredible. and several divine minutes later, it sneaks up on you, you genuinely do not expect it, but you come hard.

he pulls back immediately, mouth slick with spit and eyes wide, staring transfixed where his palms have frozen to your tits. you, meanwhile, are trying not to go nuclear with embarrassment. forcing a little laugh, you remove his hands, fix your bra and shirt, and squeak out a quiet 'thank you' before fleeing downstairs and the party together, ruined panties adhered to your throbbing cunt.

for months after, every time you let a man's hands wander north, you're reminded of the incident, and have to end it. mortified, you send them away with a weak excuse and a spark of heat that makes you rub your thighs together. it takes nearly a year for it to sink into the background of your mind, to age into a funny memory.

one night, out at the pub with your friends and waiting for your drink, a thick arm bands around your waist and hauls you back to a sturdy chest. a familiar voice barks out a few inches above you, trying to beat the crowd's noise.

"lt! it's her, the lass i told ye about? the one i made come playing with her sweet tits? ye oughta have a go."

[longtallglasses]

i just may be a daredevil (can you feel my heart?)

Will doesn’t have anything to lose anymore, and Mike can’t lose him. The two go hurtling towards an inevitable precipice where the only option might be to go tumbling down together, limbs grappling for each other, flesh melding, and heartbeats syncing in time. OR

Will’s composure cracks and beats up their middle school bully. :)

@scapegods and me are triggering each other’s brain rots. and a strong desire for bloody fucked up weird byler. here’s the fic that goes along with this Jaw Dropping Gorgeous art. Look at IT. (you already have i know, look at it again)

and now also THIS bc levi is insane

[solarmorrigan]

Eddie gets Steve’s pickles when they go out to eat. Steve gets Eddie’s tomatoes. The transaction is seamless; it requires no words

Most of Eddie’s t-shirts have done time as sleep shirts for Steve. Eddie steals Steve’s hoodies without remorse. Neither of them remember which pair of sweatpants originally belonged to who at this point

No one bothers saving them more than one seat at any kind of movie night or other get-together; Eddie spends more time sitting on Steve than on the couch

They become an interchangeable taxi service at some point. The kids will say they’re getting a ride from eddiensteve, but it’s anyone’s guess if it’s going to be Steve’s beamer or Eddie’s van that rolls up (the only real difference is if they have to listen to Steve complaining about providing rides and then asking how their activities are going, or if they have to listen to Eddie’s music at deafening volume)

It feels so easy, the way their lives mesh, when they finally get together, and maybe it isn’t strictly healthy, but anyone who wants to throw around the word “codependent” must first survive at least one Upside Down Event. In any case, no one else really seems to mind–

“Y’know, when you two got together, I thought it would be weird. Like seeing your two older brothers make out,” Dustin mentions one day.

Steve’s face screws up in disgust. “Ew. Henderson–”

“But,” Dustin cuts in, “I’m actually kind of relieved.”

“I’ll bite,” Eddie drawls. “Pray tell: why?”

“Because you’re not going to make me pick a favorite anymore. You’ve basically melded into the same person.”

There is a beat of surprised silence before Steve and Eddie, almost simultaneously, burst out with “Oh my god, no we haven’t.” – “We have not.”

There is another beat of silence in which the two of them blink at each other as a grin spreads across Dustin’s face.

“See?” Steve finally says, recovering and looking at Dustin but pointing towards Eddie. “The way we said that was completely different.”

“Totally different,” Eddie agrees with a nod of his head.

“And we were never going to make you pick a favorite. What the hell, man?”

“What do you take us for, recently divorced parents?”

“That would’ve been petty.”

“Juvenile, even.”

“Exactly!”

Eddie shakes his head, clucking his tongue. “Where do you get these ideas, Henderson?”

Dustin, who has been watching their exchange like a tennis match, shakes his head right back. “It’s like you have two mouths but only one brain.”

[mistywaves98]

Incel scara x reader x scummy scara 👀👀

Cuz like, one wants you on your knees for him and the other is already on his knees for you

Just a drabble and also to differentiate between the two, incel scara will be referred to as Kunikuzushi while scummy scara is just Scara.

Moans spilled from your mouth as Scaramouche's tongue desperately lapped at your left nipple like his life depended on it. His hand was on your right breast, squeezing and fondling the mound like dough while the other was wrapped around your waist tightly.

Kunikuzushi's teeth sank into your neck, sharp canines hooking into the skin as he sucked the skin mercilessly, leaving hickeys all over. His hands gripped your hips so hard it hurt as he rutted his cock against your ass, feeling the slick coating your pussu drip down your thighs. When he decided that he had marked you enough, his mouth finally left your neck to come up to whisper in your ear,"Is the slut enjoying herself? I always knew you were nothing but a useless whore who's greedy for cock," His left hand came down to give your clit a sharp pinch and he grinned sinisterly as he felt you jolt and whine,"Look at you, moaning like a bitch in heat as we tease you. Bet you've cummed already just from having two men play with you like this. It's all women want nowadays; a man to use her holes."

Scaramouche groaned as he felt your nails digging into his back. He really hoped it would leave long lasting marks that he could admire later. His lips finally detached from your chest, a thing string of saliva connecting his mouth to it. His was flushed as he panted like he just ran a marathon, "Haah~...you taste so heavenly. Like a goddess sent from above..you are a goddess. I want more. I need more of you..." Before you knew it, his lips crashed into yours in a brutal kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily as his hands came up to hold the sides of your face. His hips were flush against yours, allowing you to feel his erection nudging your clit, making you squirm as they sandwiched you between them.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp yank to your hair causing your head to be pulled back and thus breaking the kiss, making Scaramouche groan in disappointment. Though he was quick to occupy his mouth with your now exposed neck which had purple-red bruises all over it. Kunikuzushi hissed, his raspy voice going straight to your brain (and pussy),"So pathetic. The idiot can't get enough of you, I'm sure you're getting off to it. Now kiss me." He demanded, not giving you a chance to answer as he plants his lips on yours, melding them together as he dominates your wet cavern with his tongue.

Your pleas and moans were muffled, but they could vaguely make out the words 'put it in..'. It made the two men smile, and it was almost comical how their grins contrasted each other. Kunikuzushi cooed mockingly,"Aww is my slut getting needy? Want my cock in you so bad, hm?" His condescension was balanced out by Scaramouche's eager response,"You really want us to fuck you? I can't wait to feel your tight pussy squeezing my cock, I've been fantasizing about it for months.."

You can feel them positioning themselves at your hole and your legs quiver in anticipation, your walls clenching around nothing. Your breath hitches as you feel them push in...