#dare me x you

[bumblesimagines]

you're not just my best friend, you're my... nevermind. forget i said anything.

seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

Beth Cassidy

seeing you with them... it made me so mad. i can't explain the feeling.

you're not just my best friend, you're my... nevermind. forget i said anything.

Pronouns: She/Her/Hers, F!Reader

You could feel the music blaring through the speakers vibrate through your body in a way that should've been overwhelming, but the booze in your system made it sound distant and muffled. You hardly remembered the name of the guy you danced with, his age, or even where he'd come from. You'd long lost sight of Riri, Addy, and Beth, though you doubted they'd gone far. You were certain if you looked, you'd find Riri in some random guy's lap or Beth making someone's life miserable while Addy watched on. You only cared about the music and the way you moved against the stranger. 

New yet familiar hands landed on your hips and you opened your eyes, staring into that blue color you'd grown to love. Beth's dark-colored lips stretched out into a smile, too wide to be real, eyes too cold to be happy. It almost sobered you instantly, the party vibe evaporating from your body. You instinctively leaned into her, bare arms wrapping around her shoulders. "Come on, it's time we go, princess." She just about hissed in your ear and you nodded, sparing a glance and a wave toward the puzzled guy. 

Beth's dress glimmered in the dim lighting, twinkling with every step and sway of her hips. She kept an iron grip on your wrist as she led you out of the rundown apartment, away from jeering men old enough to be your fathers, and into the cold night air. Beth seemed immune to the cold, possibly too distracted rummaging through her purse for her keys to notice, but goosebumps immediately rose along your arms. You glanced around the parking lot in search of the other two girls, spotting Riri near a bush vomiting out every she'd had eaten throughout the day, which was never much to begin with. Addy held back her long hair, her nose crinkled in disgust, and her mouth forming comforting words. 

"Don't," Beth spat angrily when she noticed you about to call them over. "I don't need her puking all over my seats."

"Did something happen? What's wrong? Was it a guy?" You asked, stumbling over your heels as you moved closer to her. Beth's jaw tensed and she shook her head, her brown perfectly curled waves swinging around. You cupped her face and stared into her eyes as if she'd tell you everything with one look. She wouldn't, even if she expected you to tell her every single secret of yours. But that was Beth. Your captain. Your girl. Your best friend.

"It's always a fucking guy, isn't it? Ruining shit for everyone else? And if it's not a guy, it's fucking fetus and her swinging ponytail." She laughed humorlessly and ran her hands through her hair, tussling up the look she'd carefully put together. Tacy hadn't been at the party but she had a way of fucking things up even from a distance. She and her side chick-turned-wife mother. Always putting Beth in a bad mood. "It was that fuckwad you were dancing with. Seeing you with him... it made me so mad. I can't explain the feeling."

"What do you mean? Did you want him? You could've told me, Beth. You know I don't care." You murmured, rubbing your thumbs over her cheeks, her skin slowly turning a soft shade of pink. "He wasn't even a good dancer." 

She laughed again, this time genuinely, and shook her head. "He wasn't my type. I... I didn't want you dancing with him, 'kay? You're my girl. You dance with me. Eyes on me, always, remember? You never take your eyes off your captain, (Y/N). Never."

"Addy got to dance with some loser, Beth. Why can't I do that?" You practically slurred your words and her hands returned to your hips to steady you. Riri straightened up and Addy went to release her hair until she suddenly bent over and threw up again. Her hangover would be killer. 

"Because- Because Addy's not my girl in the same way you are. You're not just my best friend, you're my..." She trailed off, her words catching in her throat. Beth clamped her mouth shut and unlocked her jeep, pulling herself out of reach and throwing the door open to toss her purse and yours inside. "Nevermind. Forget I said anything. Just get in the car."

"Beth-"

"Get your ass in the car or I'm leaving you here."

[fruittt-punchhh]

(18+, toji smut ahead)

was thinking about sleepy! toji all night lowkeyyyyy

like when he gets home and he’s so tired he doesn’t even greet you, just grumbles and huffs like the old man he is??? kicks off his stupid boots and takes off his sweaty shirt as he draaaaags his feet to the couch??

sleepy! toji who needs comfort in a way only you can give. so tired he doesn’t tell you what to do and doesn’t ask either.

sleepy! toji who grabs your ankles, pulling your legs sideways on the couch before he finds place between them, stomach flat on the couch as he takes in your scent through the panties he bought you last week.

sleepy! toji who pulls your panties to the side just enough to get his tongue on you, diving nose first into your heat as he drinks straight from the source.

sleepy! toji who’s too tired to care what he looks like, all sweaty and mangled from work, his face buried in your cunt just how he pictured earlier in his shift - the pure filth that he was tainting the beautiful image of you, lost in pleasure with your soft skin all blushed and slick with sweat, just for him.

sleepy! toji who’s even too tired to care what he sounds like, moaning like the slut he is at heart as he enjoys his long-awaited meal.

sleepy! toji who gives you no time to recover after your orgasm, pushing your legs up by your face before he pulls his heavy cock through his zipper.

sleepy! toji who fucks you rough into the couch in missionary - not a usual contender on his list of favorite positions. his words are slurred, all drunk and dazed from his exhaustion - “let me see my pretty girl’s face, yeah?” he says after you cover your face in your arms, embarrassed at the display of intimacy that was usually absent.

sleepy! toji who still, at his most intimate, has you arching off the couch with each orgasm as you scream cries of his name, leaving you feeling so loved and simultaneously so fucked out of your mind.

sleepy! toji who’s noises are so much more present than usual, moans all drawn-out and loud as he loses himself in your sex. he begs you to cum again for him with a ‘please’, a word you haven’t heard from him in months.

sleepy! toji who’s fully gone now, panting out breathy praises as he watches you take all of him so well.

“so fuckin’ good, honey”

“take me - mmph, so well”

“this pretty.. fuckin’ cunt’s gonna.. make me cum,”

“jesus… christ, y/n”

sleepy! toji who pumps his load deep into your guts, still fucking you with lazy drags of his hips as he stares at you, lip bitten and eyes hooded before he pushes into you fully to give you a kiss goodnight.

(sleepy! toji who actually finds a towel for you first this time, stripping his remaining clothes with a ‘you comin’, baby?’ as he heads upstairs)

(sleepy! toji who is def the lil’ spoon tonight)

[elsecrytt]

curse technique concept:

your technique can make anyone fall in love with you. it's not permanent, but the emotions are extremely real, and powerful, wearing off over time unless refreshed.

the technique is activated by eye contact.

you've also taken a binding vow - you cannot activate your technique at will, it's always on. this makes your technique much stronger than it should be.

so you run around with a blindfold, much like gojo, just to prevent making random people fall in love with you.

it's not so bad, really!

growing up, your parents would wear eyepatches - with only one eye making contact, the technique was half as effective!

except... if the effectiveness of the technique increases proportionally with the number of eyes... well...

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Dani has a too many break-ups for Danny’s heart to handle as an older brother- So he gives her a criteria that her next boyfriend needs to fit for Danny to approve of their relationship. 

Dani was really excited about her new boyfriend. He was witty, and charming, knew how to sword fight and was absolutely stunning. He loved his family, was passionate about animals and social justice causes, and he was an artist! She had a thing for green eyes, and hey, he was actually super chill about them having flexible schedules to see each other (she had vigilante shit to do that she couldn’t explain)! It’s been going on for a few months and she’s honestly ready for him to meet Danny & Jazz but... 

The last time she was home it was for a broken heart and Danny was beside himself with worry over her. He made the guys recently deceased ancestors come forward to speak on his behalf and it was Mortifying- Danny was ready to throw down. And Dani had to admit, it was super sweet that her big brother cared so much. He’d happily given a shovel talk to each of her partners when she brought them home and he’d happily tried to bond with them and integrate into their lives. Danny always allowed her to make mistakes but respected her choices to only ever ask two questions when a new partner came into the picture: Do they make you happy? Do they treat you well? 

This last time he made a simple request, just could they please fit this one criteria? 

The thought comes to her unfortunately when she’s making out with her perfect match, her soul mate, this beautifully stabby man Damian Wayne, that she should bring up the deal breaker. Her brother gave her literally one request for her next partner, and by the ancients she didn’t want to disappoint Danny. 

Pulling away from her boyfriends kiss for just a moment, Dani quickly asks “Sorry, Sorry, it’s just...Have you ever died before?” 

Damian’s look of confusion and then concern grew on his normally collected face, which told her more than enough. 

“Okay great!” And she leaned back in, only to realize that he’s pulled back. 

“Would... Would you care to explain why you just asked me that?” Damian was doing his best to not jump to conclusions.

“Sorry, I just got in my head a bit about how you’re like, the light of my life and I want you to meet my family and then my brain wandered, before you did that thing with your teeth, to the fact that my brother kind of requested... um, well, he just asked that my next partner be, uh, don’t freak out if this sounds weird, but uh, be dead.” 

“He...He wants your partner to be dead.” 

“Well, Dead adjacent is perfectly normal in my family! It’s not like a whole thing! You’ve died before, so he’ll absolutely love you! And he’ll love you even more because you love me!” She smiles as brilliantly as the stars.

Damian isn’t sure for a second, but eventually asks: “Your family is ‘dead adjacent’ and you want me to meet them?” to which she happily confirms. 

“Do you... Wish to know how I-” Damian begins but she cuts him off “No! Never, I would never ask that of you. He won’t ask either! He actually has a better vision for these things so it probably won’t even come up! How does next Tuesday work?” 

“That should be fine, however, well...On the subject of family expectations ... Is it even possible that you might be a vigilante?” Damian’s worries melt away when his girlfriend smiles and lunges forward to kiss him. 

Families could have such weird expectations, you know? 

[polinsated]

[stargatelov3r]

SG-1 4x5 Divide and Conquer vs. Stargate: Continuum

for anon <3

[taintedcigs]

as promised.... here's a firefighter!steve thought that hasn't left my mind (warnings: 18+ minors dni, bj, praises, filthy!)

firefighter!steve who meets you on the job, who is all flirty when he sees you... so much so that his captain reprimands him, but none of that matters when you give him your number, promising him a date.

rosy lips curling into a full-on grin, bowing at you with a wink as he runs his hands through his slicked up hair in excitement.

Maybe it's the uniform or his charm, but it doesn't matter, because you're back at his apartment the second the date is over, exploring each other's bodies, hands everywhere, kisses all over each other's skin.

It's a miracle the two of you make it to his couch, and maybe if he hadn't talked about his job a lot, how much he saved people, how much he took care of everyone around him, you wouldn't immediately be on your knees, palming him through his uniform.

But you want to take care of him, want to help him relax, ease his worries.

"W-what are you doin'?" he questions, words half-slurred, eyes half-shut, cock stirring at your movements, low whines he can't seem to hush making you grin.

"Must be so tiring, saving all those people, taking care of everyone else...." You flutter your lashes, not wasting any time to unzip him, your eyes widen at his sheer size, admiring it.

It's bigger, much thicker than you anticipated, veins apparent with how hard he is, but it doesn't stop your slow strokes as his rosy lips slightly part in awe.

"Nobody takes care of you, do they, Stevie?" You hum, not wasting any time to bring your lips onto his hardened cock, soft kisses plastered all over, he wants to protest, but it's not even believable.

"But I was going to-"

"Sshhh, we have all the time in the world, let me take care of you, pretty boy," you hush him quickly, tongue swiping along his length, earning a grunt from him, loud, much louder than he's ever been, and you can see him slipping, going into a trance, engulfed in desire.

It's kitten licks at first, and even with that Steve can feel his entire body shake, the growing intensity of his fervor makes him curse under his breath.

He can't help it, you look so fucking pretty taking care of him, lustful gaze eating him up, tongue lapping up hungrily.

All he can do is whine, beg, and call out your name as merely a grunt. it's surely pathetic, but it drives you insane, plump lips finally wrapping around his cock, sliding up and down his length, hand flying to stroke the parts of him your mouth can't cover.

"You're so, so big, Stevie," you hum, all sultry and sweet, he can't help the ungodly noises that escape his bubblegum lips.

"Baby..." he calls out, weak, and you respond by wrapping another hand around his cock, it's all soft and delicate because he knows he's going to explode soon.

He doesn't even attempt to push your head down further, he can't, his balls are tight, full of cum, waiting to paint your pretty little throat.

All he wants.

You bob your head up and down, gagging with his size while your hand tugs at his cock a bit harder this time, you can almost feel him twitch on your hot tongue, suckling while all Steve can do is let out a "fuck, baby," and a few of "shit, sweetheart," feeling his balls draw up, throbbing length covered in your spit.

Hands replace your mouth as you release him with a pop sound, and Steve looks down at you curious, you meet his gaze, running his red tip against your lips, collecting what's left of his pre-cum with a few laps of your tongue.

He watches in pure admiration, how ethereal you look like this, the gaze you have on him downright pornographic, and all he can do is whine, while his eyes roll to the back of his head, entire body buzzing with pleasure.

You lick your lips happily, letting his salty semen engulf your tastebuds, "tastes so good, Steve." You praise, hand continuing to tug at his veiny cock, his mouth forming an 'o' shape.

"F-fuck... g-gonna cum, sweets," he warns with a violent grunt, making you get to work again, suckling on his cock like your favorite candy, telling him to cum, pretty praises leaving your lips, and all Steve can do is growl, lost in his own desires, in you.

"S-shit, shit, shit! Gonna fill that pretty mouth up-" he can't even finish his sentence, and you continue, whimpering around his cock, getting him to the edge, making him explode inside your cheeks, warm and thick cum flooding all the way back to your throat.

You give him a small smile right after you swallow all of him, lewd gaze meeting his while he keeps repeating how perfect you are.

His good girl.

He grabs you by your chin to make you look up at him, it's downright sinful, much more in control than he was before, you can feel your thighs dampening. "I have to return the favor, sweetheart, don't you think?"

You nod, almost in trance, all the confirmation he needs before he swiftly picks you up, throwing you over his shoulders like it's no big deal.

"Show you how strong and good firefighters are with their hands, hmmm?" He hums wickedly, carrying you to his bedroom.

[jesuis-assez]

He was just dropping her off...

[itsscottiesstark]

Do I want more kisses and hugs and love and laughter in s3? Yes. Yes I do. But- please, oh please Neil give us more sassy Crowley. I need him. In a totally not normal way.

[netherregionblog]

X-05 count your motherfuckin days

[hanafubukki]

(Translation by @/mysteryshoptls)

NOOOOO MY PRECIOUS FERRIS WHEEL LINNNNEEEEEEE 💔💔😭😭😭😭

MY FERRIS WHEEL DATE 💔💔😫😫

NOOOOO THEY CHANGED IT

THE ONE LINE I WAS LOOKING FOWARD TO THE MOST AND THEY CHANGED IT

THIS IS AN ATTACK AGAINST ALL LILIAYUMES EVERYWHERE AHHHHHH

😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔

HOW DAREEEEEE AHHHHH THE YUME ERASURE 🤺🤺🤺🤺🔫🔫🔫🔫

AND HE HAS THAT TEASING/FLIRTING LOOK HE DOES WITH US.

HE WOULDN’T JUST GIVE THAT LOOK IF HE WASNT FLIRTING AND ASKING US OUT OTL 😭🔪🔪🔪

Why take it ouuutttt 😔😔😔😔

I’m sad now 😭😔

[super-marvel-dc]

Dick: *Looking out of the kitchen window* geez- what the hell?!

Dick: Jason, why is Y/N tied to a tree?!

Jason: I put them in time out.

Dick: Why?

Jason: Because, when we went to McDonald's earlier some kid threw his french fries on the floor and his dad told him if he did it again he was going to spank him...

Jason: Y/N threw their fries on the floor...

Dick: ...

Damian, walking into the kitchen: Why is Y/N tied to a tree?

Jason, and Dick: They're in time out.

[br0kenangel]

LADY LANNISTER QUOTES

"Your life was forfeited the moment you struck him. Consider every breath from now a gift l can take away."

"Such a sweet little piglet. Shame how easily they can be slaughtered."

"Look at these bastards—oh, I mean, little piglets. They do bear a striking resemblance to their real sire, don’t they?"

"Do you prefer your men as strong as Ser Harwin, Laenor? I'm sure you have much in common to discuss."

"Rhaenyra, you must be so relieved to have such loyal men by your side 一though it's hard to say which is more important, their swords or their seed."

"His eye was a gift compared to what I'll take from Rhaenyra. I'll make her wish she had never been born."

"She'll lose more than just an eye. I'll strip her of everything-her dignity, her hope, her life."

"For every drop of blood my son shed, I'lI spill an ocean from that bastard's veins."

"He'lI be blind, deaf, and mute by the time I'm through with him-a living Corpse in all but name."

"Perhaps you should be grateful. I could have chosen a more permanent solution to your little problem."

"Consider this a friendly reminder that I hold all the cards. Your children’s lives are but a whim of mine."

"To the princess-may her comfortable Iife come to an end soon and so my husband's breath. A toast to what's to come!"

"I fight for my children's future, while you let yours be trampled underfoot by a woman who will never honor you."

"At least I'm honest about what I want-a throne for my son. What do you have, Rhaenys? Empty dreams?"

"Her children are no kin of yours, yet you sacrifice everything for them. Who’s the real slave here?"

"You call yourself a dragon, but you’re nothing more than a docile sheep led to slaughter."

"I'm not a monster. I'm a mother."

"For every tear my children shed, I’ll take another breath from your lungs."

"You were never a king, just a weak man hiding behind a crown. Now, not even that can save you."

"The dead have no say in the realm of the living. Kneel before my son, or meet the same fate as your precious king."

"You cling to the words of a dead man, yet here you are, standing before the queen who will decide your fate."

"They can't take him from me! Not like this, not after everything I've sacrificed!"

"If there's any mercy left in this world, let it be for my son. I can't bear to lose him!"

"Please, help him. I've never begged for anything before-now I beg for my son's life!"

[steviebunny]

I'm so tired of watching some of that interview with the vampire discourse. They are flawed characters for a reason they literally have eternity. Obviously they're going to be immensely flawed. You can both love lestat for his good moments, his affection, his ability to see beauty everywhere, and have empathy for his childhood , what Magnus did to him all while acknowledging that he was a toxic partner to Louis and guardian to Claudia. You can feel empathy for Louis, and acknowledge his rage and quiet resentment as a flaw. You can love Claudia and criticize that she murdered her parental figure. You can feel for Armand and want to give that poor boy a hug after the 500 years of suffering he's had at the hand of everyone who was supposed to care for him while also being upset he's a manipulative gaslighting bastard.

The only two least flawed characters internal struggles we even get a look at are Daniel and Madeline. Who are both remarkably human for the majority of the show.

Not to mention for a majority of the centuries each of these vampires have been alive. Therapy has not existed! For most of these characters, the peak of their own self-reflection is Claudia's journaling or finding themselves through art, be that music, directing, or photography.

We all know people in the year of our Lord 2024 who don't go to therapy because they think it's useless or just for the "crazies" If you thought your toxic gay vampire franchise would be beyond that you're delusional.

[infinityinakiss]

the last couple minutes of this show are truly wild. the night nurse gets appointed as their minder after fully chasing them down for a season (my girl dealt with so much bullshit this season), that hug where edwin and charles kept touching for much longer than necessary (i'm not complaining), charles quite literally flirting with edwin a day after rejecting him ("my smile is pretty convincing" dude that is not giving platonic the way you think it is), and niko hasn't passed on and is in an igloo with two bitchy ass sprites apparently (get back to the boys as soon as you can, niko, i fear edwin will break down without you.)

[whotfelsewantedtobelynnyx]

More Agatha All Along Incorrect Quotes!

(except these ones mostly have no actual source and just came from my brain :) )

⚠️Warning for some mild sexual content and mentions of alcohol! ⚠️

Teen: So did dying and coming back ultimately make you less afraid of death?

Lilia, taking a long sip of her wine: No, but learning she sometimes calls Agatha ‘Mommy’ in bed did.

*the coven, doing some spring cleaning*

Jen, who is perfectly capable of lifting it herself: Alice, can you come move this for me?

Alice, wiping some sweat off her forehead: Sure, Jen.

Jen, watching her from across the room: Mmm. Delightful.

Agatha, whispering in her ear: Pervert.

Jen, casually watching television: I don’t understand why TV producers have to put those warnings at the beginning of the episode, telling people not to recreate what they see. I mean, this guy’s trying to parachute off his own roof so he can steal fruit from his neighbor’s yard. People aren’t really THAT stupid in real life, are they?

Alice (a former first responder), lounging in her lap with her eyes closed: Yes, they are.

Lilia, watching out the window as Teen and Agatha climb up to the roof: Yes, they are.

Agatha: Are you two seriously crying over a cartoon meant for preschoolers?

Alice, wiping her eyes: No.

Teen, rewinding their episode of Bluey: Yes.

Jen, stalking into the room: AGATHA!

Agatha, rolling her eyes: What the hell are you upset about NOW?

Jen: YOUR WIFE JUST BIT ME!

Agatha: Uh-huh. Sure.

Jen, brandishing her arm: LOOK.

Agatha, spitting out her drink: Wait, what the hell- Rio, you ACTUALLY bit her?!

Rio: Her perfume smelled tasty :3

Agatha: Kid, we need to talk.

Teen, sighing: Are you about to give me a lecture on consent and safe sex?

Agatha: Huh? How did you know?

Teen: I’m not stupid. Did you really think I didn’t notice that condoms mysteriously started appearing in the bathroom cabinets when I started bringing Eddie over?

Agatha: What makes you think the two things are related?! Those could have belonged to anyone in this household!

Teen: YOU’RE ALL LESBIANS, AGATHA! WHOSE WOULD THEY BE?!

Agatha, who’s incredibly drunk: Y’know what I love about women, Alice? Kissing’em. Loooooove it. My mom tried to beat it outta me, but she couldn’t. Still a girl kisser over here.

Alice, who’s also seriously drunk: Amen.

Agatha, wildly gesticulating: Smelling her perfume, grabbing her ass, feeling her grab MY ass…TITS…

Alice, nodding sagely: Good. All good.

Agatha: Winding your fingers through her hair, pulling her closer…

Alice: Losing me there.

Agatha: What, Jen isn’t into hair pulling?

Alice:

Agatha:

Alice:

Agatha: …I now recognize my mistake.