#enjoy babes:)

[erwinsvow]

PLEASEEEE can u show the time where reader caught rafe punching the squishmallows that really sent me

"don't laugh, okay?" you say it softly, right outside the door to your bedroom.

"why would i laugh?" rafe’s asking seriously, but you're already a tiny bit embarrassed of what lies on the other side of the door and you're unsure how rafe will react.

"it's, like, a third of the size of your room-"

"shut up and open the door."

you sigh, turning the handle and pushing to let yourself in first. rafe follows, staring around the tiny room observantly. his eyes flicker from corner to corner, taking it in. you stand to the side patiently, playing with your hands, in particular the ring rafe had just gotten you, fiddling and twisting it repeatedly.

he walks around for a second, stopping at your bookshelf to take a look at the titles on the shelves and then moving on, staring at the photos on the wall and then sniffing a stray candle on the nightstand. he finally stops at your dresser, glancing over the lotions and perfumes littered on top to stare at the framed picture of the two of you perched right in the center, odds and ends he's gotten you in the last month scattered around.

"so?" you question quietly, eyes big.

"which drawer's got your panties?"

"rafe! shut up."

"it's a cute room. why'd you get so worried?"

"i don't know. habit." you settle on the bed, bringing your biggest squishmallow onto your lap, holding it in your arms comfortingly. rafe's still looking around.

"always had one favorite color, huh?"

"yes," you admit, squeezing the stuffed animal harder. rafe finally comes to join you on the bed, gesturing to the squishmallow as soon as he does.

"what the hell is that?"

"this is ricky. he's a clownfish. he has a career, i just can't remember-"

"huh?"

"they all have jobs and hobbies, rafe. the squishmallows. i think he's an underwater singer or something."

"you sleep with that huge thing on the bed?"

"every night. when i'm here, at least. i should get one for tannyhill!"

"don't know about all that." he takes it into his hands, moving it around, observing it from all sides. "every single night?"

"yeah. why?"

"nothin'."

the conversation changes to the books on your nightstand, and you forget all about the squishmallow resting on your bed until you step out to get a cup of lemonade for rafe.

walking back in, you wonder if you put enough sugar in, when you open the door to see rafe smacking your squishmallow with his right hook, right to his little face.

"what are you doing?!" it spills out before you can stop it, the lemonade almost falling out of your hand.

"look at the dent. how does it go back to how it was?" he questions, while you look over at him, horrified. "what's inside it? feathers, or some shit?" he looks over to get an answer, when he looks at your distraught face.

"what?"

even when he sleeps over, he's never allowed to touch your squishmallow again.

[ninyard]

exy fans + twitter (thanksgiving edition)

[blackmetalsnake]

Lucien Lachance for @ulanxxxs!!

Oh Sithis I think this is literally my best and favorite art now...

-> Speedpaint on Boosty -> For tips

@lucien-lachance @chennnington @fruk-choosing-a-username I think you'll be interested too 😈

[guiiay]

alicent hightower post 2x6. someone check up on the dowager queen please

[intrinsicmotives]

Photo dump vol. 11 : 36th chamber of Shaolin

[jacks347]

I have a feeling that Babe was really nervous about integrating into the pack since they were unempowered and (depending on if you think Angel came before them or not) was the first unempowered mate or was the newest unempowered mate.

So how did they cope with this? By having a notebook full of all the little things they learned about the pack and its mates.

Pages are scattered and random, just scribbled notes whenever they hear something.

For example:

Sweetheart knows...at least two languages. Maybe more. Further testing required. Spanish was expected. Korean was not.

Pretty sure Sam only owns flannels. Definitely sure that it drives Milo crazy.

Darlin used to have a smoking habit. Doesn't like to talk about it. Probably something to do with Quinn. Still coughs like a smoker though. And carries a lighter.

David chews on his lip when he's thinking, bites his nails when nervous. Remember the difference.

Milo owns a cat!! Calls him Aggro, no idea if that's his full name or just a nickname.

Darlin does tricks with their lighter when bored. Stresses David out, thinks they're going to catch a spark on their jacket and light themself on fire. To his credit, I wouldn't be surprised if that did happen.

Angel is the last to fall asleep at sleepovers. How they stay up until 3 AM then wake up at 8 being fully refreshed is worth scientific testing.

Sweetheart makes the most intense eye contact. Probably part of their investigator training but it's a little scary.

Milo judges everyone's outfit whenever they enter the room. Every time. Quick flick up and down. Head tilt if he approves. Eyebrow twitch if he doesn't.

Sam's house has no pictures of him from before the turn?? Is that a normal thing for vampires??

Angel doesn't know how to sit in a chair normally. Shocked they don't break something with some of their positions.

My babe is smart and beautiful an

ASHER STOP MESSING WITH MY NOTEBOOK

[ecstarry]

@jeguluskinktoberr / jealous sex and marking / 884 words / M

“How did you know where I was?” James asked as Regulus grabbed his arm and walked him towards the exit of the bar. 

“Doesn’t matter. Did you drive here?” 

James flashed his keys and Regulus snapped it out of his hand. “You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled.

“Look at you still caring for me.” A grin spread across James’ face.

“Fuck off,” Regulus grunted, opening the car door for James and slamming it. 

“I thought you were on a date.” 

“Put your seatbelt on,” Regulus commanded. 

James wasn’t drunk, he could perfectly drive himself home. But he wanted Regulus, he needed him. He was greedy, didn’t care if they were together or not, he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone close enough to know what Regulus smelled like, what he felt like. He would embarrass himself every single weekend if it meant having Regulus to himself again. Even like this.

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“Are you keeping tabs on me?” Regulus sounded angry, but James couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or at himself. 

“You are the one who knew exactly where I was, Reg.”

Regulus took a deep breath and paused for a moment, he threw his head back and turned to see James. 

“Your seatbelt, James.”

“Look at you actually caring for me.”

Regulus brushed his fingers through his messy hair. “Jamie, dearest, could you please do as I say.” James didn’t care that Regulus was clearly just fucking with him, he longed for his touch. 

“I always loved it when you told me what to do,” he said, trying to match Regulus’ mocking tone.

“I remember.” He removed his hand and James desperately wanted it back. 

Regulus started the car and fixed his gaze on the road, both of his hands on the wheel as if he couldn’t stand to look at James. He didn’t even bother to turn the radio on, their silence was loud enough. 

“Tell me about your date.” Judging by the fact that Regulus bailed to pick him up, it must not have gone well. James wanted Regulus to be happy, he really did, just not with anyone else. 

It wasn’t healthy, taunting each other, both of them doing dumb shit hoping the other will rescue them. They had been taking turns playing damsel in the stress for the past few months and it was James' turn tonight. They knew. 

“He’s shit at giving head.”

“Oh really?” James adjusted himself in his seat and turned and turned to look at Regulus. This was the closest thing to admission he would get, so he had to run with it. 

“Yes.”

“He couldn’t get you off?” That was not what he was actually asking, Regulus knew that too. 

“No.”

James tentatively placed his hand on Regulus’ knee and waited for an objection. Nothing. “Is it building up, baby?”

“Don’t call me that.” Regulus snapped at him but didn’t comment on James’ hand that was slowly moving up. 

James could get drunk just by looking at Regulus, seeing his tight grip on the wheel, the bulge on his pants growing, and feeling the heat of his skin even through jeans. He was so entranced by it he didn’t notice the moment they stopped moving. 

They were already in front of James’ home. Regulus remained silent as he got out of the car, James followed him with his gaze, before he could even open his own door Regulus was there doing it for him. After all this time, he always did. 

They stood there in front of each other, Regulus couldn’t meet his eye, his gaze fixed on James’ lips. He never asked, he didn’t have to, James would give himself to Regulus every time, willingly, devotedly. 

James lifted his hand to finally touch Regulus, his thumb gently brushing Regulus’ cheek. “Did you let him kiss you?” Anger and hurt tinged his tone. 

“You know I didn’t.”

“I can’t keep doing this.” It was true, it was wrong, it was hurting them both. But he couldn’t stop himself, he wrapped his arm around Regulus’ waist and pulled him closer. 

“I'll leave then.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare, Regulus.” 

It all happened in a blur, their bodies pressed against the car, lips clashing and tongues asking for more. James’ hands traced the familiar path from Regulus’ waist to his zipper, he revealed on the sounds that the first touch always got out of Regulus. 

His cock twitched as Regulus' teeth attached to his neck, then his shoulder. He was marking him, a reminder they both allowed. No one could have them like this. Bite marks, love marks, they all looked the same when they were done by Regulus. And James? He loved to bruise, to hold him down so fucking tight that pretty purples adorned Regulus’ skin. 

Their bodies asked for more and more, James’ hands wanted to touch, to claim. Instinctively, they found their way from the car, to the door, to a wall and to a bed, their bed. 

He undressed Regulus, kissed every inch of him. James’ favorite part was when everything shifted, when they were naked, sweaty, pleading for more. Their desire so inmense they could no longer pretend they didn’t want this. 

They were two starving men, greedy and craving something that only the other could give.

[misandriste]

BETH BREEN and LENA LUTHOR in SUPERGIRL ⪼ 2x18, “Ace Reporter”

+ bonus gifs inspired by tags from @sideguitars and @theheartspeaksloudest

[tenvishund]

F I S S I O N - Why the hell do you hurt yourself for this?

[kevin-the-bruyne]

dashboard update: masses take refuge in the superior writing/quality of the omegaverse BL after the disappointing finale of a show by an award winning director

[intrinsicmotives]

Come and make it rain down on me...☔🌊

[gentlebeard]

Stede would move mountains just so he can look into Ed's beautiful eyes one more time.

Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol Youtube

[jessica-read]

I think I deserve it 🤗🙏👗👠🌸🎀❤️

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

Headcannons for Luci finding out his s/o is a virgin please and thank you

Oh I'm so ready for this ask!!

So, if you want a little backstory about me, I'm in the same boat. It's not that I don't have ANY experience, but it's extremely lacking (hooray for the aspec experience)

Lucifer, in my opinion, would be over the moon yet nervous at the same time. On the one hand, he's honored that he'd be the first one to show you how good sex can be, but on the other hand, he'd be worried about taking that from you. He'd do everything to make sure that this is actually what you want and he definitely doesn’t want to cross any boundaries with you. Once you've told him you're certain that you want him to be your first, he's practically bouncing off the walls! Of course he asks you what you are and aren’t ok with before anything starts. If you guys somehow missed talking about something, he’d stop whatever he was doing and get your approval first.

Everything is at a snail’s pace with him during your first time. He spends a long time kissing you, feeling up and down your arms, your stomach, your hips. He asks permission for everything. He asks if he can touch and suck at your breasts, if he can leave hickies and other marks on your body, if he can remove your shorts. He gets hard just at the thought of touching and tasting your wet pussy. Once you give him the okay, his hands are delicate as he starts moving his fingers against your folds. He lives for the sounds you’re making because of him. “Can I taste you, my love?” he’d ask sweetly before you nod and give him a faint “yes, please…”

He’s slow at first, as not to overstimulate you during your first time. Once he finds what causes you to make the loudest sounds, he focuses on that area for a long time. It’s not long before you’re cumming on his face, and him man laps you up like he’s dying of thirst. He’d definitely being doing that again with your again, but he figures it’s time for the actual thing. Of course, he knows he’s a little bit on the larger side plus you haven’t done this before at all, so he does his best to warn you. “Darling, this may hurt a little bit. If you need me to stop, just say the word, ok? I’ll be as gentle as possible. Relax as much as you can for me.” Lethargically, he presses himself into you. You can feel some pain as he pushes himself deeper. After he’s all the way in, you have to catch your breath. “Hurts…a little…g-gimme a minute, please.” He responds with a kiss to your lips and says “Take as much time as you need, you’re doing so well. Let me know when I’m alright to move.” You intake a few deep breaths and slowly the pain rescinds, now replaced with only pleasure. “Y-You can move now, Luci…” you murmur. He smiles, slowly removing himself from you, only to thrust his hips forward again. It’s pure ecstasy. It’s not long before he’s absolutely rutting himself into you at a relentless pace, wanting to feel you cum on his cock. He gets his wish, and he feels you pulsate around him as you cry out his name. Your own orgasm triggers his own, spilling his hot seed into (which you told him was okay before)

Lucifer collapses on top of you, still inside of you. “S-So, how was your first time?” he asks coyly. You know he had to ask, son of pride and all! “Wonderful! And it won’t be the last.” You tease him. His face goes red, and you can feel him twitch inside of you. You guys are definitely not done just yet.

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

My Ex-Morning (Trailer)

[introspectivememories]

mister lewis hamilton, sir, how are you gonna go on live television and talk about about how your karting days were the best times of your career and still never say nico's name? not once but multiple times??? oh you mean the karting your did with your childhood best friend nico rosberg? that karting? the karting where you met him? the karting where your families became friends? the karting where you spent months in italy together? the pizza eating contests and torn up hotel rooms? the frosties? the unicycling? that karting???? "i'm over the divorce," says man who is soo not over the divorce.