#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.

[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 😈

[ninyard]

exy fans + twitter (thanksgiving edition)

[shouyuus]

cheesy af but pussydrunk Vi accidentally mentioning marriage?

she... she would tho.

so painfully 18+, mndi, merry xmas to the gays and only the gays

just fucking you slow, after pulling a good few orgasms out of you already with her mouth and her fingers, after you've also made her eyes roll back with nothing but your tongue on her clit, your fingers reaching up to tug on her pierced nipples, the buds made that much more sensitive by the metal rods, her mind caught somewhere between her lips and the high cap of the ceiling in your dorm, the winter sun pale and timid, peering behind a sheaf of clouds, shining through the half-drawn blinds.

"fuck, sweet girl -- feel so good -- mmm --" she mumbles, not all that sure what she's even saying anymore, her hips rocking against you of it's own accord, her thumb pushed against the pad of your tongue as you moan around her finger, spit slicking across your lips.

"vi -- vi -- please, please, please --" you groan, hips bucking up weakly even as she rucks down over you, her breath breaking at the catch of your oversensitive clits rubbing against one another. she squeezes out a breath, frowning down at the mess of slick skin and reddening skin at the place where both your bodies connect, her mind a blissed out smear of want and love and not much else.

"feel so good, pretty, wanna make you cum again -- yeah? you want that?" she asks, hooking one of your legs over her shoulder, you tossing your head back into the sheets, fingers scrabbling at her thighs as she adjusts her angle and your cunts are slotting against each other in just the right way.

"wanna make you mine -- you mine, pretty girl? holy fuck --" and she's rambling, she knows she's rambling, the words just pouring from her before she has the chance to think them through, "all mine -- mmngh -- gonna be mine forever? yeah? god fuck, wanna fuck this pussy for the rest of my life -- you want that, pretty? wanna be mine forever? want me to wife you up? fuck yeah -- that'd be nice wouldn't it?"

you keen, the sound going straight to her clit as she gasps, and then you're cumming too, hard and fast, gushing against her, the peak of it so sudden she doesn't quite know what to do, but its so hot watching you come undone like this that it has her gasping a second later, her high hitting just has hard, her fingers digging into your thigh as she rides her her orgasm against you, even though you're oversensitive and twitching, she holds your hips, rocking into you till you're squirming, pushing weakly at her arms.

"holy shit vi..." you breathe, fighting to catch your breath.

vi chuckles, collapsing down next to you, an arm thrown casually over your middle as you cuddle in next to her.

after a few seconds you turn.

"d-did you mean it?"

"mean what, pretty girl?" she asks, turning slightly, her eyes still glazed out and dark, her cheeks bright with the glow of her recent orgasm. you lick your lips; she's so, so beautiful like this, fucked out and messy, and a little lovesick as she looks over your face.

"when you..." you gulp, "when you said you... wanted me to be yours... forever...?"

vi blinks at you for a few seconds before her pink cheeks stain an even darker shade of damson.

"holy fuck -- i -- sorry, i didn't know i said that out loud -- i didn't mean to --" she scrambles up, shaking her head. you chase her up, tugging on her arms.

"no, no! it's -- i mean -- i didn't mind -- i just --" you swallow, licking at your suddenly dry lips, "did you... did you really mean it?"

"i -- i don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable or anything but..." vi peers at you, almost shy as she twists her fingers in her lap, the blush now spreading down her neck into her chest and back. you bite back a giggle as you pillow your cheek on her shoulder.

"it... it doesn't make me uncomfy, i just... i just wanna know if you meant it."

vi licks her lips, glancing back at you.

"i-if i meant it... would you... would you say yes?"

you chew on the inside of your cheek, your eyes flickering up to meet hers.

a beat of silence passes between you before you smile, slow and indulgent.

"yeah. yeah... i would."

vi's expression breaks into shock, and then unbridled ecstasy. she stares at you, her eyes so wide they almost look like dinner plate, before she's dragging you forward into her lap, kissing you so hard you have to thump your fists against her chest to remind her to let you go.

"i -- sorry -- fuck -- that was -- i -- you -- god i love you so much, you know that?" she asks, cupping your cheeks and pressing her forehead to yours.

you laugh, toppling into her, the pair of you still naked, but the room is bubbling over with warmth.

"yeah, i know. i love you too, vi."

vi laughs, nodding, before she traces both thumbs along your cheeks and tilts your face up towards hers again.

"hey pretty girl... tell me again..."

you let out a shy little giggle, but vi holds you fast. her eyes soft on yours.

"will you marry me?"

you nod, your cheeks still squished between her palms, but your own hands find their way to her wrists as you turn to press a soft kiss to the pad of her hand.

"yes, vi. yes, i will."

[goodluckbabeheffron]

BABEROE & isimo by bleachers

[guiiay]

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

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse / last / 780 words / a love confession for @velanavis birthday

“My coffee will be cold by the time we get there,” Regulus groused. 

James had suggested going back to his place before grabbing dinner. It sounded lovely—except Regulus knew it would mean the end of tender kisses, callused hands cupping his face, and those brown eyes looking at him like he was the first star they’d ever seen.

He’d find the most absurd excuses to stretch out the nights he had James all to himself.

“Then I’ll warm it up,” James countered instantly.

“It’ll taste like shit.”

“Then I’ll make you another one.”

“I’d rather take the reheated coffee, baby,” Regulus teased, his voice laced with a playful bite.

He only allowed himself to call James sweet things when he was teasing, probably why he got meaner as his feelings grew. Not that James seemed to mind. Regulus often wondered if James did it on purpose—if he loved being called "love" or "angel" by him so much that he intentionally annoyed him just to hear it.

“Come on, you liked it last time didn’t you?”

Regulus simply laughed in response. 

“Okay. I’ll go to the shop and get you another one,” James offered, his stubbornness matching Regulus’ own.

Regulus sighed, unable to resist him. “Okay, then.”

“Really?” James’ entire face lit up.

With an exaggerated bow, James extended his arm to let Regulus walk ahead. They strolled to the car, and Regulus opened the passenger door for him, leaning against the frame as James buckled his seatbelt.

“You know I would be happy to spend money on coffee every day for you right?” James said with ease, he always did, as if his words carried no weight.

“Since when are you a philanthropist?” 

“Since you’re the cause,” James confessed, his tone laced with an honesty that disarmed Regulus. 

“Smooth, but not very casual of you, James.” Regulus closed the door, biting back the sting of knowing James probably didn’t mean it the way he wished he did.

Sliding into the driver’s seat, Regulus fastened his seatbelt and reached for the ignition when James spoke again.

“Would that be too bad?”

Regulus turned to him, brow furrowed. “What?”

“If I didn’t want to be casual anymore.”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest.

“I like having fun but I’mt not really into games, James. What are you saying?” Regulus’ voice cracked. His mind was running at a hundred miles per hour trying to keep him grounded to avoid getting hurt. 

“You know what I’m trying to say.”

“Actually no, I’m tired of assuming what any of this means to you,” Regulus let out harshly. 

James unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face him, reaching for his hand. His thumb brushed over the back of Regulus’ knuckles with that same maddening tenderness Regulus had been savoring for months.

“I want you,” James said softly. 

“You already have me,” Regulus whispered, barely audible.

“I want to be with you.” 

Regulus remained silent. He was terrified that any sudden movement would wake him up and reveal this was just a dream. 

James dropped his gaze to the floor, as if his shoelaces could offer him advice. He took a deep breath, mumbled something that Regulus couldn’t understand and finally locked eyes with him. 

“I fucking hate coffee, It makes me anxious, but you love it. And the only time you let me spend time with you—time that doesn’t involve a bed, or a couch, or some surface you can fuck me on—is at coffee shops or roasteries or whatever the hell they’re called. I’m so fucking tired of pretending I’m okay with having just a part of you when I want all of you”

Regulus opened his mouth, unsure if anything would come out. His heart was threatening to rip him open and leap straight into the hands of the man in front of him. But James pressed on. 

“No, don’t say that I won’t want all of you if I got to know you, because I already do okay? I do know you, no matter how desperately you try to act like I don’t. I know you and I want you.” James paused, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. “I know you, and I want you,” he repeated, softer this time.

Regulus turned away, his vision blurring as the tears he’d been holding back threatened to spill. It wasn’t a dream.

“Will you look at me?”

He did as James asked—Regulus didn’t know how to deny him anything.

James held his gaze, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to be yours just as much as I want you to be mine.”

“I’ve always been yours, Jamie.”

[ohno-elrond]

sauron + black for @rhaenyradaemons - happy birthday julia! 🖤

[insp.]

[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

[luckyreds]

a babe for (almost) every episode <3

for @baura-bear

Bonus:

[kbsd]

i got you, babe you got me, babe

for jen @crowthis — happy birthday! <3

[demaparbat-hp]

Yoi is a babe 🫶

A diva, is what he is.

[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?

[ecstarry]

"The Lap Dance" Mature // 485 words

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. James had never felt as lucky as he did right then and there. He looked around and could see that everyone was cheering, but he was too fucking dizzy and horny to actually make sense of the noise. 

He was in a chair, a little drunk, and with a semi-hard as he watched Regulus slowly approaching him. First, taking off his jacket and throwing it at Barty who whistled and licked the fucking thing. 

Regulus was wearing a shirt, emphasis on was, because he took it off and James’ gaze watched as it fell on the floor. A shirtless Regulus was approaching him, he had never wanted this bad to be sober, he desperately wished to take every single second of this in. 

James made a mental note to thank Peter for winning that beer pong round against Regulus and then to thank Dorcas for suggesting this as the punishment. 

The second the tip of Regulus’ finger touched his chin, James’ cock twitched. In a moment, Regulus wasn’t just touching him, but he was on top of him. He was sitting on his lap, moving his hips, ass entirely resting on top of James’ cock as he danced to a song James was not paying attention to. 

Regulus took James’ hand and pressed it against his bare chest. Regulus threw his head back as he guided James’ palm all over him. 

“Are you enjoying this?” Regulus asked, laughing. 

James had never seen Regulus like this, letting go, enjoying himself. He seemed to be having just as much of a good time as James. 

The only thing James could make sense of in that moment was how fucking amazing Regulus felt under his touch. Regulus leaned in and his hands traveled all the way from James’ back to his ass. James closed his eyes and when he opened them he watched as Regulus held up not only James’ wallet but he had taken out a dollar. 

Regulus put the money in his mouth and grabbed James' chin. He moved close enough for James to take the bill with his teeth. 

“Now place it wherever you want, Jamie,” Regulus whispered in his ear. 

James was a stuttering mess at that point, but he would take advantage of this moment up to the last second. He wrapped his arms around Regulus’ waist and laid him back delicately, with his free hand he slightly opened Regulus’ zipper and placed the bill right there, before zipping it back up. 

Regulus let out a delicious noise, James wanted to get more out of him, he want- 

“Time's up!” Someone screamed and James was ready to commit murder.

Regulus patted James' chin and stood up. “Well, that was fun.”

James carefully stored this memory to relive it over and over again the moment he had some time alone with his hand and his thoughts. 

“Yeah, it really was.” 

[fadelbison]

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