#guttural need

[thosefuzzywordfeelings]

steve harrington and eddie munson both make the same pretty puppy dog eyes when they’re trying to get you ever the edge. fingers deep inside you, curling and reaching for that sweet spot that makes your hips buck, your eye lashes flutter and your lips part in a gasp.

they’re so similar in the way they’re patient, grinding the tips of their fingers into you until you’re squeezing around them, so similar in fact that you can barely tell who it is when one has his free palm over your eyes as they take turns.

[loveindefinitely]

ghost and soap who don't know what to do with a sweet, innocent barista like you. [nsfw]

it starts when you first start working at the café a town over. just a shy, quiet-spoken girl, making coffee for the mysterious soldiers who come from the local military base.

when soap walks in one morning, expecting to find the kind old lady who runs the shop, imagine his surprise when he sees you bent over the counter, wiping it over with a damp rag. he damn near trips over his own feet when you look up at the sound of the bell, soft smile directed towards him. just for him.

when you ask for his order, it takes all of his focus to get the words out -- his own iced latte, and ghost's long black. all he can even think of is how your glossy lips would taste, or how your soft tits would feel against his bare chest. how your body would feel between him and simon, if the two of them were to ravage you in such a way.

that same night, when soap sneaks into ghost's room, he tells the man all about you between needy gasps. with johnny in simon's tight grip, the older man forces him to tell him everything, about what pervy things he had imagined. what he wanted.

when johnny finally spills over, it's with your name on his lips -- he's been playing it over and over in his mind since he first laid his eyes on your nametag.

it's two days later that an estranged man with a skull balaclava strides into your cafe, hands in his pockets. funnily enough, he makes the same order that the highly attractive scot had just a few days before.

when you hand him the two drinks with a bright smile, his gloved fingers brush yours, his voice low as he thanks you.

if your hand falls between your thighs later that night, thinking about your two new customers, then that's between you and your bedroom walls.

sometimes, weeks go by where you don't see either man. when that happens, you find yourself yearning to talk to them again -- to have their softened expressions filled with gratitude and... something else focused on you as you hand them their coffees.

even when they go, they always come back.

it's one thursday morning when, for the first time, both of them come in at the same time.

johnny's gesturing something wildly to his partner, while simon's hands remain in his pockets, patient expression solely directed at the shorter man.

and when both of them stop, to look at you?

if you were a weaker woman, you'd have fainted. you just ask them for their orders. you've already readied their cups.

after making their drinks, you move to hand them to the two, but a roughened hand around your wrist stops you in your tracks.

battering your lashes, you look up to find simon gazing down at you, something heated in his deep, brown eyes. when he leans down and offers you a day with them?

who are you to decline?

[mfdragon]

Me and Kizaru during this 3 week break my GOD

We really going through it this arc 🙃

[drugsforaddicts]

Sorry for barging in like this but I feel like shit and I just want to scream

AAAAAAAAAAAA

You barged in the right place tho! And I'll just join you

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[neosatsuma]

do u guys wanna hear something really dumb 👉👈

[astrobei]

ARGEGGHHFHHHDBBGGNGNBBBNFNSNDNGNN

[riverin-stories]

beloved kakavasha

[akkivee]

nah but i meant that pls look at kuukou smiling like a little shit 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[acourtofquestions]

Then she asked softly, "How long?" It took the entirety of his three centuries of training to keep the devastation, the agony for her, from his face. "Two months, three days, and seven hours." Her mouth tightened, either at the length of time, or the fact that he'd counted every single one of those hours apart.

[hekatekun]

I would've made totokos dub voice flo milli

[0girlblog0]

they need to make a place where it’s socially acceptable to scream

[tortoise-teapot]

this tiny mortified storyboard solas is my favorite one i've ever drawn

[respondedinkind]

@paramounticebound gets a random starter from me because reasons!

Something must have gone wrong somewhere along the lines.

Ka'anh had managed to reach the hangar - managed to fight his way through dozens of his own kind, sent after him to catch the fugitive and make him suffer for the consequences of not being enough - and even reached one of the many shuttles; How his body still carried his weight at that point he didn't dare to question.

Perhaps he'd just been blessed with an impossible large amount of luck, allowing him to close the doors and start the shuttle before the military was able to catch up with him - he doesn't believe in luck, and yet there's no other reason that explains how he even got out, away into the universe, the darkness of space.

But where luck brought him away from his planet, misfortune decided to intervene, it seemed. The last thing he remembers are the blinking lights of his vessel, alarms blaring from left and right, his shuttle getting shaken and pulled on by forces he'd never experienced before.

A bright light, and then...

A grunt escapes him, followed by a moan that comes from somewhere deep within his core; Pain shoots through him like a bullet, from head to toe and back up, and he squeezes his eyes shut as the taste of sand infiltrates his mouth.

Ka'anh's here, all of a sudden. Somewhere else, somewhere he hasn't been before, stumbling away from his crashed shuttle into the nothingness of what seems to be a vast desert ahead. The wind is merciless, but at least it's breathable; His body burns from the scorching heat, his heart racing due to blood loss and the injuries he's sustained both from his previous escape and the crash on this foreign planet.

A mixture of sweat and blood drips along the curve of his forehead, into his eyes - he blinks it away, spits crimson into the orange sand and continues to move forward... one step at a time. One, one, one, one...

He's alone, he guesses, lost somewhere where there's only the horizon visible at the edge of the world. But then he spots something else... something that looks equally as destroyed as his own vessel, most likely crashed in a similar fashion he has hours ago.

There's a body lying in the sand, on its stomach, close to the mountain of ripped steel. Ka'anh is armed, thank god he thinks, and pulls his bio-coded gun as he steps closer. One step at a time...

The image in front of his eyes turns triple from the pain and he grunts, but keeps standing. His nostrils burn, his body close to giving up, but he has to... he has to---

The gun is pointed at the foreign body, the head that's turned away from him. Raven hair is all he sees, no features, nothing that can tell him whether the other individual is even alive. How did this person end up here, he wonders - and why did their ship went down so close to my own...?

"---Tra!" (Hey), Ka'anh shouts after a while - the harsh wind swallows his voice, so he clears his throat, coughs and spits before repeating himself: "Tra, eiqe!" (Hey! You!)

He wonders if the other is alive - whoever that person is. Appears to be male, that's all he can tell, judged by the shape of the body, but... there's not much else he can work with - not unless he steps closer. He won't, not yet.

[13dollz]

metal vocals that make you want to get chased through the woods and have violent primal sex on the ground

[nihiltism]

i am aware that i am talking into basically a void whenever i start metalposting but i once again am nudging my arch enemy greatest hits playlist to u guys. its So good i love music that sounds like the main singer kills wild deer with her teeth on her weekends off. its the epitome of oops all gutturals and its wonderful. just hit shuffle and get brainblasted. thanks i love you

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

I should do a full cover of “Ten Sho Sho Ten Sho” like I did another song where I play all the parts separately and then stitch them together on a multi-square split screen.