#he is gross

[sophfandoms53]

NOT THE SHOWMANCE SEGMENT AFTER EVERYTHING JARED HAS SAID ON THE FEEDS DISGUSTINGGGG

[lordsmaf]

[wearechecking]

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[oh-my-damn]

STOP REBLOGGING THIS

I DIDNT KNOW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN, OKAY???

PLS I WISH I COULD REMOVE THIS BULLSHIT 😭

Sorry guys I can't hang out tonight I'm busy obsessing over Chris Evans

[notherpuppet]

Good morning 🍎📻

[grey-viridian]

Little good things in big bad times

[bacchuschucklefuck]

no more fan-ta-sizing about it! everything's already changed~

[shotmrmiller]

your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.

you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.

apparently it wasn't.

after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)

you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.

his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.

then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.

he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.

"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.

praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?

"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."

that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.

but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.

"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."

you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.

"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"

he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.

"bloody fuckin' 'ell."

ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.

he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.

"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."

your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.

something you want him to keep hitting.

"exactly like i'd thought."

everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.

(inside o' ya, make you mine-)

(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)

(-ll to myself-)

you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.

(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)

if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.

[arttuff]

he's going to have the worst rash under his mask when he wakes up

[frownyalfred]

a random socialite at a fundraiser: you know Bruce, that boy of yours is getting to be a little too pretty. heh.

Bruce Wayne, who was also "too pretty" at fourteen and is absolutely ready to castrate anyone who even looks at Dick directly: oh?

[hinamie]

thank u canon plant nerd megumi for my life

bonus:

[annievrse]

shotgunning

sukuna x reader —ᡣ𐭩 blurb c/w: smoking, shotgunning

“don’t you dare kiss me with food in your mouth,” you squeal, leaning away from sukuna, whose arms are wrapped around you tightly.

the air is hazy in the apartment and your head lolls to the side in an attempt to avoid his mouth. the joint sukuna had fished from his back pocket disgusted you at first, but then he pulled you closer and soon his mouth was hovering over yours as he exhaled.

you hadn’t put your lips to the paper, yet you swear your head was spinning just from the sheer softness of sukuna’s touch as he gripped your waist to blow the smoke into your lungs.

“kuna!” but, of course, he doesn’t listen to you in his daze, and presses his lips to yours, his cheeks full of strawberry mochi.

you push his shoulder away, and he stands straight; his eyes are half closed, and he has a smirk on his face as he chews.

“pretty sweet, huh?” he mumbles, pressing his mouth to your forehead. “like you, hm?”

“shut up,” your voice is breathy, and when sukuna visibly swallows, you grab the longer strands of pink hair at the back of his head and pull him into you.

[inkiedraws]

"LOL this flip-flop wearing loser thinks he's gonna kick my ass and destroy my whole kingdom in the span of an afternoon. What an idiot"

I didn't intend for this to be a full comic, which is why it just kinda ends. Sowwy

[ghast1yghosts]

Steve Harrington 1000% watched (ie stared at) some pretty girl putting her curly hair into a bun in gym class—only for her to turn and around and it be, not a girl, but Eddie “the freak” Munson.

steve’s inner monologue: *man, who is that, she’s so pretty. look at that dark gorgeous curly hair—how haven’t i noticed this girl before. i wonder if she’s singl- oh my fucking god it’s eddie fucking goddamn munson.*

[puppypuppypuppypuppy]

fuck off fr

[marvelsmostwanted]

So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that JD Vance blatantly and repeatedly lied in last night’s debate but we should still find it profoundly concerning.

…This is from one debate. It lasted like 2 hours. Imagine what Vance would try to do and cover up and gaslight us about over 4 years with unfettered access to power. Yikes.

Just one of many good reasons to vote Harris.