#dashing daddy

[athenepromachos]

I want him to look at me like that ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

[bropunzeling]

really important: do people still know about jordan eberle, taylor hall, and the worst hangman game of all time. Do They Know

[transformersweatpants]

As a guy who paid $400 to legally change his name to Liam before realizing it’s a shortening of William, I have the unique insight to also point out that Bill Close and Willy Stampler are both Williams and perhaps Bill was bullied into that name by Willy, who’s terrible ego couldn’t handle not being the only Willy

[sapphicsundial]

The femme4butch yearning on this one is off the charts I’m low-key embarrassed to post it 🍎

[oneheadtoanother]

[cleopatraxi]

[quasarifxxy]

What primarily drew me to Kazurei as a pairing isn't the roommate trope, nor the golden retriever and brood cat trope, or the gay spy x family gag, but rather this scene from Episode 8 (that I'm somehow still not over.)

It's the mutual reluctance to love and let themselves heal, with the exception that Kazuki couldn't stand to see Rei in the same position as him, so he offers to take care of him anyway. Both, who had a rough relationship with love, let themselves confide in each other. Rei, who found comfort and experienced what it's like to be taken care of, and Kazuki, who can't help but to extend care because it's something that's just... natural to do in his position. Kazuki, who is hurted by love that is taken from him over and over again, offers what he'd regard as a bare minimum because deep down, he wants his remaining loved ones (and in this timeline just rei) to feel the love he always desired.

Though Kazuki is seemingly full of emotions every time (enough to almost repress his sadness), his actions are always so gentle and full of warmth.

What makes it more beautiful is how Rei adapts Kazuki concept's, or rather, way to express love to Miri (with the most apparent example being Episode 9) considering Kazuki was probably one of if not the first person he'd experienced and therefore actively saw it from. He initially wasn't able to comprehend how to love and be loved, and only through Kazuki's deeds did he learn how comforting and nice it is to be cared for, so he wanted to extend that to Miri after realizing how much his family meant to him.

Going back to the topic, I genuinely adore how Kazurei is a pairing consisting of two people who weren't given the opportunity to love, and during their time before Miri subconsciously fulfilled each other's emotional needs. Though initially distant, they immediately clicked because they fit together like puzzle pieces. Similar desires but difference in approach and seek what the other has.

While there is mutual understanding between them, being able to read each other, neither of the two had the will to step onto each others' boundaries and address it. It was satisfying to see them grow closer emotionally and form the courage to communicate, with great examples being the last few episodes of the series.

Tl;dr the soft aspect of Kazurei made me complerely fall in love with the pairing and I used to be neutral about it

[suzukiblu]

Mirrorverse Clark for wip Wednesday? Hope you’re not too overwhelmed with all the asks you’re probably getting

Superman settles him on his feet much more carefully than Kon would’ve expected him to, and Kon tries to lock his knees so he won’t crumple the moment the other lets go, but Superman . . . doesn’t let go. What he does, in fact, is loop an arm around him and splay a hand across the small of his back, and lift his other hand to touch Kon’s jaw. Tilt it. Kon feels a little dazed, and doesn’t quite . . . 

“Such a gift,” Superman murmurs approvingly. 

And then Superman kisses him. 

Kon makes–a noise. 

Kon almost fucking collapses. 

He doesn’t even know how to kiss back. 

“Come to bed, baby,” Superman coaxes before kissing him again, and Kon can’t possibly do anything else. 

Not for Superman.

[smilingformoney]

Sharing Part V

Summary: Eli’s meant to be giving a speech. He’s fucking you instead.

Read now on Ao3 or below the cut:

One thing you learned very quickly about being in a relationship with Eli Michaelson was that you were second in his life to his own ego.

You didn’t mind. After all, his ego was part of what you loved about him and it wasn’t like your heart wasn’t being shared with another man. At least Eli hadn’t flown to another continent to sleep with his ego.

Eli’s favourite way to stroke his ego was to stand in front of a crowd of people being smart, so teaching was perfect for him. But when the semester ended and school ended for summer vacation, he had to find other ways to get his fix. So he swapped crowds of students for crowds of professionals, and he spent most of the summer flying to different events around the country to talk about chemistry.

Some of the events you accompanied him to, some you didn’t. You had your own literature events to attend, after all. A few weeks before the fall semester was due to begin, you and Eli flew to Chicago to attend the International Chemistry Conference, where he was due to give a speech on something or other.

It was a very prestigious event, and Eli told you to wear your best dress, so you chose the black dress Lionel had bought you. It hugged your figure just right, and frankly made your ass look great.

Eli definitely agreed. A line of press waited outside the conference with their flashing bulbs and probing questions, and he kept his arm firmly around your waist as he answered questions from the press. You mostly smiled and pretended to know what he was talking about when the sciencey questions came up, and when the more personal questions came, you chipped in and did your best to satisfy the press without really giving them much of anything.

When you finally reached the door to the building, Eli let you walk up the stairs first, and you heard him groaning hungrily as he watched you.

”Did you have to wear a dress so tight on the ass?” he muttered in your ear when you got inside, where it was significantly quieter. You both showed your IDs and were pointed to a dressing room to wait in until it was Eli’s time to go on stage. He was one of the first speakers, so once he was done you’d be free to go back to the hotel and fuck.

That, it quickly became apparent, wasn’t soon enough for Eli. As soon as he locked the dressing room door behind him, he grabbed your hips, shoved you against the wall, and grabbed at the fabric of your skirt to lift it up.

”Eli, what are you doing?” you gasped, although you naturally raised your ass in the air to give him access.

”You’re such a minx,” he growled in reply, and from behind you you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. “Wearing that tight little skirt. Wanted to send me on stage with a boner, huh?”

He tugged your panties down your legs and you felt his rock-hard cock rubbing against your folds. You whined, both aroused and concerned that the conference was starting, and he’d be due on stage any minute. In the corner of the room, a television was streaming the event, and just as Harvey Parrish, one of Eli’s colleagues, came onto the stage, Eli grunted as he entered you.

”Aren’t you up first?” you asked.

”Mmm,” Eli grunted in reply. “Better take my cock hard and fast then, sweetheart.”

”Ah - Eli!” you cried out as he began slamming into you, your hands grabbing desperately at the wall for purchase. “Eli, they’re expecting you any minute!”

”Not until you’ve cum, sweetheart.”

You groaned in frustration as Eli continued pounding into you from behind, your already flimsy grip on the wall slipping with the force of his thrusts.

You glanced up at the television screen in the corner. Dr Parrish had told a joke and was soaking in the audience’s laughter.

Eli grabbed the back of your neck and forced your head down.

”Don’t you dare look at Harvey while I’m fucking you. He’s only got so many shit jokes he can stall with, so you’d better cum fast. Can’t be late for my speech now, can I?”

”Stop - ah! - stop fucking pressuring me, Eli —“

”I’ll show you pressure.”

He shoved you flush against the wall, sandwiched between the hard brick and his surprisingly strong body.

”Such a tight skirt on that ass, you really expected me to wait?” Eli chuckled. “You know I can’t control myself when it comes to you.”

”Our first speaker is a very highly regarded scientist —“

Eli wrapped one arm around your torso firmly while his other hand reached around to rub at your clit. You cried out his name in surprise, just as Eli’s colleague on the screen spoke it in a much more subdued manner.

“Eli —“

”Eli Michaelson, acclaimed professor of chemistry —“

”Doctor Eli Michaelson, jackass,” Eli growled at the screen.

”— and Nobel Laureate is here today to speak about the triple-alpha process —“

”They’re gonna come looking for you —“

”They probably - fuck - already are. You want them to find us like this? What a scandal.” Eli paused to catch his breath, then said, “Even Lionel couldn’t stop the press talking about Dr [L/n] making her acclaimed colleague late for his speech by - mhm - seducing him with her… haaaah, her cute little ass.”

His face was buried against your shoulder blades, and you could feel the sweat dripping off his forehead. His cock was still relentlessly spearing into you, his fingers dancing around your clit, and despite the absurdity of the situation you could feel your orgasm beginning to creep up on you.

On the screen, Dr Parrish introduced Eli, and there was an awkward pause when nobody came onto the stage.

Eli barked a laugh. “Sorry, buddy. Busy.”

You were almost in tears, you were so frustrated.

”Eli, you - you need to go —“

”Not until you milk me dry, sweetheart. You want me to go out on that stage with a boner?”

“Er, sorry about this, folks. Seems we can’t find Dr Michaelson. I’m being told someone’s going to look for him now.”

”Eli, they’re coming!”

”Not - until - you!” Eli growled, and he slapped your ass for good measure. You yelped, but you still didn’t cum, so he pulled out of you with a sigh of frustration and grabbed your arm to throw you towards the dresser. He picked you up to perch on the edge and re-entered you swiftly, sliding right back into place.

”Stupid slut. Can’t even cum when she’s told.”

“I was - I was nearly there - oh god, Eli —“

”Yes… yes, that’s it, sweetheart.”

On the screen, Dr Parrish was still stalling. ”And then the butcher said to the baker…”

“Fuck, Eli… Eli…”

”Yes, that’s it, good girl… good little slut, come all over daddy’s cock…”

”N - need - harder - please —“

Eli grinned and obeyed happily, the entire dresser rattling as it shook under the force of the ferocity with which he was fucking you.

You grabbed onto his shoulders, clinging onto him desperately, and called out his name as your walls tightened around him and you felt your orgasm crashing over you. It had hardly subsided when Eli pulled out of you suddenly, pumped his cock, and came over you with reckless abandon, seemingly trying to get as much of his seed anywhere he could.

“You bastard! This dress was expensive!”

Eli just grinned with satisfaction as he grabbed a tissue from the dresser and wiped himself down.

Then came the knock on the door.

“Dr Michaelson, are you in there? We need you out on stage, sir.”

“Just a minute!” he called back, but he kept his eyes on you. “[Y/n]’s been sick, I’m just cleaning her up.”

”Bastard,” you repeated.

Eli tucked himself back in his pants, then kissed you sloppily.

“Sorry, no time for aftercare. I got a speech to give.”

He dashed off, leaving you stunned, sticky, and desperately craving his touch as he slipped out of the dressing room.

Irritated but also completely into it, you pulled your dress over your head and laid it over the back of a chair before heading into the dressing room’s en-suite to clean yourself up. You kept the door open so you still had sight of the TV.

“And I’m told he’s been found! Ladies and gentlemen - Dr Eli Michaelson!”

Dr Parrish smiled and clapped, and anyone who didn’t know him would have no idea that he detested the man he was now applauding.

Eli sauntered onto the stage, looking stupidly smug, smiling charmingly with his stupid lips that had just kissed you goodbye, waving politely at the audience with the stupid hand that had just been rubbing your clit. How you could both love and loathe the man so much, you had no idea. All you knew was that the more arrogant he was, the more aroused you were, because you knew that at the end of the day it was you who was in his bed.

Your phone on the dresser buzzed, and you pulled on some clean underwear - you always carried a spare pair in your bag when you were out with Eli, because it was inevitable you’d need it - and went to pick it up.

Lionel Shabandar: Did you and Eli just fuck backstage at the ICC?

You glanced around in alarm, wondering if someone was spying on you.

You: How the fuck did you know?

Lionel: His shirt’s untucked.

You looked up at the screen and stifled a giggle when a full-length shot of Eli showed that, just as Lionel said, the bottom of Eli’s shirt was poking out from under his jacket.

You: Didn’t twig the ICC as your kind of thing.

Lionel: It’s not. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of you, but I bet you’re still cleaning up, aren’t you?

You: Got as far as putting clean panties on before you buzzed.

Lionel: Show me.

You utilised the mirror to snap a picture of yourself, naked except for your panties, and sent it to Lionel with a wink emoji.

Lionel: Is that the dress I bought you?

You realised far too late that your dress, which Lionel had indeed bought you, could be seen hanging on the chair in the back of the photo. And, worse, the stain was clearly visible.

Lionel: You are in big trouble, little cub.

You: What you gonna do?

Lionel: You left that red dress here that Eli bought you. Maybe I’ll cum all over that one and post it to you.

You: I dare you to post it to Eli.

You: At work.

Lionel: Don’t joke around, because I will.

There came another knock on the door, so you put the phone down and threw a robe on.

“Yes?” you said as you poked your head around the door.

“Dr [L/n], I’ve been asked to bring you these.”

The stagehand offered you a pile of clothes, sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Asked by who?”

“Uh, well, my boss asked me but I think Dr Michaelson asked him before he went on stage.”

“Thanks. I, uh - threw up on my dress.” You took the clothes with a grateful smile. “Not feeling well. Stomach bug. I’ll just… wait in here ‘til Eli’s done.”

“No problem, Dr [L/n]. Have a nice day.”

The stagehand left and you quickly retreated back into the dressing room. No time for aftercare, Eli had said, yet here he was making sure you got some clean clothes.

His speech lasted about an hour, of which you understood approximately zero, but apparently it went well because he got a big round of applause afterwards. He sauntered off the stage, passing the microphone back to Dr Parrish with a wink, and a few minutes later he was back in the dressing room, glowing in the way that he did when his ego had just been stroked.

“Wasn’t I great? Ah, they sorted you some clothes, excellent. I haven’t stained the dress, I hope? That’s a lie, I hope I have.”

“I dunno, maybe,” you said thoughtfully, examining the fabric. You’d run it under the tap and scrubbed it with the handsoap so that all that remained was a wet patch, but only when it dried would you know the true extent of the damage.

“Shabandar’s gonna be pissed I stained the dress he bought you,” Eli said proudly. He wrapped his arms around you from behind as you examined the dress, and suddenly your attention was elsewhere. Even after an hour, you were still craving his touch.

“And I’m gonna be pissed if I don’t get a damn drink soon,” you replied, leaning into his touch. “Please tell me there’s an after party.”

“‘Course there is. Come on, let’s head back to the hotel. We’ll fuck again, get you into your backup dress, and then I’ll ruin that one too. Then we might go to the party if it’s still going once we’re done fucking.”

You snorted and batted his arm playfully. “As if you’d miss out on that party. All those sciencey people shoving their heads up your ass.”

”I’d rather be up your ass.”

”Eli, stop!” you laughed. “Come on, let’s go. Sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can fuck, and the sooner you can go get your ego stroked.”

”I’d like you to stroke my —“

”Eli!”

You rolled your eyes at him, but you laughed as you bundled up the dress then grabbed your phone, coat and bag. Your boyfriend was a complete sex pest, but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

[cerealforkart]

Taylor getting some rest in the sushi bedroom

[demonwebs]

one of these days im just gonna have to bite the bullet and make a strong middle aged dwarf dad for yall

[andy-clutterbuck]

9x01 | A New Beginning

[sibylsleaves]

im sorry that was such a weird line to add in a scene where buck was trying to be open about losing bobby anf having a fucked relationship with his dad 😭 also for that to follow up the line “isnt your dad still alive”

not to kinkshame ofc if it was a different conversation before that i wouldnt have cared

no like the vibes were so............im sorry. im really not a bucktommy hater OR a tommy hater but the vibes in that scene were so not it 💀

[nicky-jr]

brony taylor has infected my braincells and i dont know why

[per-oceanum]

A card is set before your muse. On the front is scrawled a signature in emerald ink beneath a crocodile skull. Once flipped over, your muse is greeted with the terms and conditions of their Sugaring Contract.

❝Benefits Include: Weekly allowance ( of up to 100,000 Berries ), Monthly allowance ( one lump sum of 500,000 Berries on the first of each month ), Lavish parties, Free entry, drinks, and stay at any resort owned by Crocodile, Insider information regarding movements of the Marines, Health insurance, Occasional shopping trips with Crocodile himself

You must provide: The occasional company for Marine Balls or other outside gatherings per Crocodile's request. On occasion, physical contact will be required, but will never overstep any boundaries set.

*Sexual favors are not owed, nor will they be by either party. Should an encounter occur, it must be within the consent of both parties. Romantic feelings should not be considered. Should they develop, this contract will become null.❞

Do they accept the temptation? To be upon the arm ( or lap ) for a Warlord is esteem very little have the chance to claim, after all. Though, the target upon his back will also be upon their own. Does the risk outweigh the reward? Or is it simply too daunting of an idea? Do tell...