#he‘s driving me insane

[druckkugelschreiber]

Lucanis: I never wanted you to see me like this

Rook: and yet I’m still here

Lucanis: 😶

Lucanis: let‘s talk about Ilario

[anantaru]

i love alhaitham‘s tits i mean personality

[m1ngyuism]

i still can‘t fathom the fact that gyu is just so /big/ like everything abt him is bigger yk? like the only thing that‘s in my mind is him size training you to take his cock bc it just won‘t fit :( bc even tho ur struggling ur determined to take it and he‘s just chuckling under his breath saying how proud he is of his baby 🥺 i love thinking abt him sm

anon pay for my therapy bills bc this is driving me insane like ??!?@?!@?

thinking about nights spent with mingyu where he'll fuck you with anything but his cock, and while it's for your own good, it makes you more and more desperate for him...

he'll finger you over and over again, his thick and pretty fingers reaching all the right spots in you before he fucks you with a dildo, which is honestly a joke when compared to how big mingyu's cock is.

when the time comes where you finally convince mingyu you can take it and he's pressing into your tight cunt, he can't help but smile to himself.

the way his big fat cock is just slowly sliding into your tight cunt, the way you quiver and whine with each inch he pushes into you, and the gleam of determination and lust in your eyes is just all too hot for him.

and while it still hurts a bit, mingyu makes sure to distract you from that by kissing you all over your body, whispering "that's it, take it like a good girl" and "so proud of you, baby" in your ear.

and when he's finally in you all the way, he takes you to heaven and back with how good he fucks you the rest of the night,, the training was definitely worth it now that you've gotten the real thing <333

[aluciahaz]

Mommy kink x reader fix for luci pls, idc the circumstances, I’m desperate here.

arent we all 😔 here u go!! it was pretty fun writing this, i love METAPHORS!!!!

touch of temptation

—lucifer x gn!reader

—includes : sub!lucifer, dom!reader, mommy kink, edging

lucifer’s been alone for quite some time now. yet, when you came around, you made sure to change that immediately.

of course, due to the absence of affection for years, he’s stuck to you like glue, always perking up when he sees you enter a room and running toward you with his stupid little grin.

albeit, adorable stupid little grin.

his desire for touch was not only apparent during daily life, always hooking his arm around you or poking you in jest, but in the nightlife as well.

lucifer was needy. desperate. his longing for touch was one you indulged in without question much of the time, yet some nights the two of you agreed upon abstaining him from such wants. he was the king of hell after all, of course, he’d be a little freaky.

which is why he was sobbing underneath your maddening touch, his head falling back as he cries in dismay from his inability to finish due to your quick reactions whenever he’d get close, pulling your hand away just in time to elicit a noisy whine from the king.

“l-let—me cum, mommy, please!” he wails as you drive into him, pushing him to the brink of insanity as your hand returns to his cock. he bucks up into your hand wildly, only to have his hips held down with a stern push.

“not yet, baby. stay strong for me,” you coo, yet your soft tone goes against your actions, sharp, fast, and most importantly, ruthless.

he snivels before taking in a deep, shuttering breath, nodding his head weakly at your request.

“o-okay! i’ll tr—AH!” his fingers dig into your skin, grasping onto your back like his life depended on it.

and it only gets rougher when you let go of his cock.

the scream of frustration that ripped from his throat was adorable, considering how it would get interrupted by his choking wails. you can’t help but place a kiss on top of his forehead, soothing him just a bit. he always melts at the slightest act of affection, it’s wonderful.

his legs wrap around your waist as though he‘s a snake trying to constrict its prey. he needed to hold onto you like this, to feel you as much as he could. you were his temptation, and he was willing to lose himself in it.

“pl-please please! mommy, i need—! ngh—f-fuck!” he pleads aimlessly, finding himself lost in his seemingly endless pleasure.

“use your words, baby,” you tell him, knowing fully well as you thrust faster that he would be unable to form a single sentence.

“ha—i, you—so goodwait—AH! c-can’t think-!” the fallen angel seemed to find his place back in heaven, considering how far up his head was in the clouds. but, he’s brought back down to hell as your hand finds its place around his shaft again, making him jolt in shock.

he whines louder and louder, tears never stopping as he takes what you give in full stride, never trying to go against your earlier command.

he was as sweet as an apple and red as one too with a never faltering blush across his face and chest. you couldn’t help but take a bite, his neck being the perfect area for a mark.

the shaky moans that leave him are beautiful, and with how well he was taking all of your love, you just had to give him his reward.

“you’re such a good boy,” you huff out a chuckle as you hear him whine in delight, soaking up the praise needily.

“you can cum for me now, my love,” you coo, drinking in his face of pure gratitude as he hears you.

“c-can i? can i re—ah—! really?” he asks as he cries in joyous disbelief, looking at you with wide, tear-filled eyes.

“yes, baby,” you say gently, and without a second’s hesitation, he shudders and screams in mind-breaking ecstasy, the horns on his head slowly peeking from his head as he finishes.

“th-thank—! thank—! thank y-you—mh—mommy!” he wails, his eyes rolling to the back of his head briefly before slowly looking back up at you with a dazed look.

his legs still tremble around your waist before slipping down to the bed, completely exhausted. you take your time to care for him, cleaning and making sure to cuddle your little touch-starved lover as quickly as you could.

he’s already asleep in your arms in the first few seconds, snoring lightly. you kiss the back of his neck delicately before heading off to rest as well.

and it would be peaceful until morning, where, like every morning, he would whine and clutch onto you to make sure you wouldn’t leave the bed, never able to fulfill his endless hunger for your touch.

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @drlucichen @mvskedxrtist

[bravo4iscool]

i just had a random thought and goddamn..

simon with a chubby!reader that happens to be insecure about how chubby they are downstairs? i think this man would just go feral if reader tells him that before they’ve even been intimate before.. ‘fuck love.. can’t be talking about that fat pussy out of no where, can ye’? You’ll drive a man insane..’

gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn😮‍💨

AND THEN HE‘LL EAT THAT PUSSY LIKE A MAN STARVED!!!

this random thought should be canon atp😔 this man isn‘t accepting his s/o being insecure. NU-UH. he‘s the biggest hype man fr. inside and outside the bedroom hehehe.

just imagine him:

„Yea‘, that‘s all mine, innit love.“

„Look a‘that body, so soft f’r me.“

And when you think you’re too heavy to ride him: „Gon‘ fuck ya against a wall t‘prove ya wrong.“

When he‘s planting kisses all over your thighs he’d be like: „These thighs b‘hautin‘ me in my dreams, love.“ and „Want ya t‘crush ma head with ‘em when I suck that cunt.“

don‘t mind me brainrotting over this👍🏻

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

[vixensbrainrotts]

Ran fucked up

Summary: so you found out that Ran is sorta-kinda using you for information, money and material for Tenjiku and took revenge before the damage was too heavy. Come the time when Ran was supposed to display results, he has some explaining to do…

Tropes: Tenjiku! Arc

Content warnings: none really, this time around its just kinda cracky, implied intentional accidents i guess? Idk let me know if there’s anything

Vixen’s two cents: I saw that prompt and JUMPED on the opportunity cause i had a silly little idea (lets pretend im not writing this in my theory of evolution lecture right now). This is such a funny prompt to me, I hope you enjoy. Prompt taken from @the-cypress-grove - prompt 131 (thank youuuuu) Remember that my requests are open if you have any ideas!

Rindou has never seen his older brother this nervous- actually, this is the first time he’s seen him nervous, ever. The man in question was pacing (to the best of his efforts) restlessly, and it was driving Rin insane. „It‘s your fault, you know?“ Rindou quipped from where he was sitting. „And you’re not fucking helping. Izana is going to rip me apart, if i survive Kakucho that is.“ Ran mutters more to himself than to his brother.

Rolling his eyes, Rindou decides that he has to take control of the situation. „Come on Ran, its best to get it over with fast, perhaps they’ll pity you because of your… state right now.“ Rindou makes his way to the door, shrugging on a cardigan and taking the keys out of the little dish by the door. The look that Ran gives him almost ignites a little bit of pity in Rindou. Almost.

20 minutes later the two of them are standing in front of the place of meeting and Ran is sweating bullets. „Come on..“ Rindou drawled again. Offended, Ran throws him a look „You’re not the one who’s about to get mauled.“ Ran crows in slight pain, but Rindou spared no sympathy, „Your fault.“ Rindou was the first to enter the area donning the heavenly kings‘s presence. He silently greet his colleagues with a curt wave, but felt a little puzzled when he didn’t receive one in return. The confused looks on their faces were almost comedic before Rindou noticed the distinct lack of brother by his side.

Rindou heaved a sigh and half-turns to face the entrance again, gesturing to the door for the Heavenly Kings to see. „He‘s coming, don’t worry.“ He assured and trudged on towards his place.

„Sit down Haitani.“ a sharp voice pierced the air as Izana spoke. A shiver ran down Rindou‘s spine, and all of a sudden he understood his brother‘s fear: Izana was scary as such, and blatantly terrifying when disappointed. Quickly, Rindou took a seat beside Mochi. Silence reigned after that. Not a word was spoken, not a breath was taken whilst they waited for Ran to enter.

Finally the tension broke when Ran walked through the door, his head low and limping slightly. „Were ya roughed up or something?“ Shion was the first to speak. „Well..“ Ran sounded a bit defeated as his voice trailed off, remaining standing at a respectable distance. „You’re here. And late at that.“, Izana‘s voice freezes the air as he speaks, „I hope for your sake that your little project proves to be as useful as you made it sound.“ Ran tries very hard to look anywhere but the Kings, instead trying to make eye-contact with his brother, but Rindou only raises his hands slightly in surrender and shoots him a look that says you brought yourself into this mess, im not gonna help you on this one.

„Do tell Ran. How‘s your little girlfriend doing, hm? Are you treating her well? Is the good service paying off? She give you somethin‘ yet?“ Shion has the gall to poke at Ran, stacking questions on him in a singsong tone. Despite the almost joking nature of the questions, they hang heavy in the air.

„I don’t think she likes me all that much right now.“ Ran finally says.

„What makes you think that?“ Kakucho is the one to speak this time, noticing Izana's annoyance and grasping the reigns of the conversation. Whilst he sounds genuinely concerned, Kakucho‘s half-blind eye does nothing to make Ran feel more comfortable, as he visibly shrinks beneath his gaze.

„She founded out.“ Ran breaks the news in a whisper, and the air around them changes into something much more alive, and much more electric. „What.“ Kakucho‘s voice is loud in stark contrast.

„She hit me with her car.“ Ran shrinks even further into himself when the guys surrounding him laugh. „Clever Girl!“ Shion quips between heaves of laughter, bracing himself against an also-snickering-Mucho who adds „What if it was an accident?“. Ran only shakes his head, face and neck ablaze with red as he puffs himself up against the humiliation. „She looked me dead in the eye and reversed!“ Laughter bounces off the walls once again.

[billkaulitzwife]

The Outsiders Coping With a Breakup

(ps guys im not over it leave me alone(i also watched the notebook and i hate myself))

Ponyboy

Reading or writing.

How could you ever hurt this little freshman boy he‘s such a sweetheart

He would probably silently cry into a pillow until he thought his lungs were about to collapse or cave in

if this was now … he‘d chain smoke and listen to lana del rey while looking out a moonlit window

he definitely listens to Elvis to get over it.

I don’t know what exactly he would read to get over it but probably some sad ass Edgar Allan Poe. Annabelle Lee lookin ass.

He‘d write the most heart breaking

tear dripping

heavy breathing sad poetry ever.

show him a romance novel.

he’d never stop reading them until he got over it.

just the bare thought of it drives him nuts.

so he reads.

Johnny

if you hurt this man he would probably hurt himself.

he would dream bout it and wake up in cold sweats, tears running down his face.

in all honesty

i think he‘d be artistic with it

he’d somehow turn each and every single tiny thought into something about you

whether it be thinking about a teddy bear then contorting it into nothing but an image of you and him.

he would never be able to look at the places you went together the same.

he would be an artist.

hand him a pencil and he’ll make your heart break and ache.

might etch and sketch on himself to see if you still care.

ps you obviously do.

Dallas

Doesn’t know how.

All this man does is sleep, drink, fuck, repeat.

being honest this manwhore is probably gonna screw every hoe in Tulsa to try and get his mind off of it,

but every path leads back to what he knows best.

he would smoke more,

party more,

drink away all his problems, etc before facing a problem head on.

people may see him as this

uhh

violent gang member hoodlum kid guy man

but deep down hes really just a kid who wishes he couldve given his momma one more hug

a kid that needed to be loved.

a kid that was never taught how to be loved.

Adelaide

crier.

she’s a big ol’ crier, but it doesnt matter since thats not the only way she copes.

she loves to paint and puts every emotion into her paintings.

she may’ve become a kleptomaniac since she needs the supplies.

the curtis boys would

PERSONALLY

kill you if anything happened to her

one heartbreak and shes done for

love? whats that? it isnt real?

dont hurt her no matter what.

she would also turn to cigarettessss (as if she doesnt smoke enough).

adelaide would develop stage five lung cancer before even admitting that love could in the slightest exist anymore.

Sodapop

working.

soda seems like the kinda guy to go through a breakup and cry a lot

but the only thing that really helped was work.

he’d probably get a raise

yk with how hard and how much he’d be working to get over it.

his siblings would warn him about not overworkimg himself

and guess what.

he didnt listen and got really sick from all the stress.

i know for a fact he would keep away from cigarettes even if someone said they help and he believed it

he would only ever listen to the radio

hoping and praying that when he’d hear a love song he‘d hear your voice

Darrell

probably the most sane of everybody while dealing with his bs

he wld obviously be heart broken

but not to the point he needed some insane coping mechanism.

he would probably meditate.

i mean this is the sixties cmon he’s either gonna do wxxd

or meditate.

as soon as a thought of you came up and his mind started to panic he would sit on the couch and

well.

relax.

he probably has the healthiest coping mechanism he’s definitely got his life together

the others are jealous as fuuuuck

Steve

bro wouldnt eat.

every time he thought about the breakup

he thought it was because he was strong enough

or that he was too chubby for his girl.

one time he passed out while on the way to work and the gang freaked out so bad

they couldnt take him to the hospital so they carried him home and stuck a juice box in his mouth

eventually his ass woke up and they all cheered like the war had just ended “HIP HOORAY!”

but then in all seriousness

he needed to get his weight back up so the curtis kids make him eat at their house

even if he says he ate.

theres always snacks for him laying around thay house from then on out

Two-Bit

drinking.

do i have to explain.

in the novel pony said two-bit was famous for shoplifting and his black-handled switchblade…

but for some reason i know he wouldnt shoplift any more.

(he sure did teach adelaide how to tho)

along with his love for “shopping” you gotta remember he’s a heavy alcoholic

he’d drink away all of his problems and thoughts until he blacked out.

his buddies would think its just your average keith

but in all reality he’s really struggling

even though he seems like the usual drunk happy joking guy

HE IS HURTTT.

okay thanks for watching todays vlog

if u ever need to vent please dont be scared to message me bruv im sure Ik how to help.

[kasssscali]

do u have any headcanons for lmk wukong dating the reader?

Much like Netflix Wukong, Lego Monkie Kid Wukong would be pretty touched starved

he’ll give you nicknames that he thinks suits you, when you two officially began dating he called you bud

but bud eventually turned into Peach, so now he just calls you Peach

don’t be afraid to to hold his hand, deep down he’s craving any physical attention you can give him

hugs, kisses, and hand holding are greatly appreciated when it comes to the great sage

he’s lost a lot of good friends throughout his life, he‘s scared of losing you

you can’t always stay on flower fruit mountain with him, and it drives him insane

Whenever you talk to him, his mouth is always full of peaches and you had to wipe some peachy gunk off your cheek a couple of times

he shrugs you off a lot, if you have something important to say the chances are pretty high he’s not going to take it seriously

”aaahhh c’mon! Don’t be like that its not that big of a deal anyway” He closed his eyes, resting on his cloud crossing his legs and putting his hands behind his back in a relaxing position

“now quit worrying, and join me up here” He says as he pats the spot next to him on his puffy cloud

your patience is going to be tested A LOT when your dating him, but maybe it will help you learn to roll with the punches and view life through a different point of view

whenever its New Years, Mk can’t hang out with him much to watch the fireworks anymore like they used to

Monkey King now spends New Years with you, and every time you guys are sitting next to each other watching the fireworks

he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him

[berryispunk]

101 Reasons to Love Francisco Morales

it's not really that much but you get the point

just some silly little (head)canons i had in my mind for my favorite boy. enjoy <3

He‘s the kind of guy that maybe isn’t the best with words but he’s definitely the kind of man whose love language is acts of service. for example „Your car was empty so I filled up gas for you.“

He would never leave you hanging. If you call him in the middle of the night stuck in god knows where he would ask no questions he just would say “Send me the location” and come pick you up.

He knows his puppy dog eyes work on you so he uses them shamelessly to his advance whenever he can. (Imagine them between your legs tho).

He enjoys cuddling even tho he would never admit it in front of the boys. Usually he’s the big spoon but he doesn’t mind if you sometimes cuddle up against him in bed and be the big spoon yourself.

He likes movie nights and popcorn. But more tho snacking some nachos and he lets you pick the movie almost anytime

He loves holding your hand while driving or when you rest your hand on his thigh during it. He grins every time when you do it and kisses your knuckles.

He’s a really good cook! He enjoys doing it and loves to host some dinner parties for you and his friends. He’s a huge sucker for pasta. He let’s you help him sometimes but not often because „you don’t do it right“

He loves making playlist for you or send you some songs and be like „That reminds me of you“ and it’s absolutely adorable.

He may not be the biggest texter in general but he would at least always text you “buenas noches princesita" <3

He’s a huge music enthusiast so even if there’s no actual music playing anywhere he taps a melody with his foot or whistles it. (May also be a thing because of his cravings).

He’s a dog person and no one can convince me otherwise. But he’s really friendly to all animals in general.

He’s really sarcastic and goofy. He never fails to make you laugh and he always has some witty comments on hand in almost any situations.

He‘s definitely not a reader himself but he loves when you read for him, especially in the night. He claims it soothes him and he enjoys it so much. He also says it’s sexy in a way so you do it at least twice a week.

He doesn’t care at all what state you’re in he always calls you beautiful. May it be with messy bed hair or freshly showered. You’re his one and only.

Frankie doesn’t care about bodies. Maybe that’s not the right sentence. He doesn’t care which body you’re in because he‘ll love you no matter what. He tries his best to make you feel as good as possible with yourself.

He always remembers your preferences in food and drinks and would make sure to never run out of it whenever you come visit him.

He always ALWAYS has to touch you in one way or another. May it be a hand around your waist, on your shoulder or on your thigh under the table when you’re out and about. He lives for that shit.

He is really intense and hot headed (maybe some anger issues too) so if you fight with him it’s insane. If you go low, he’d go lower. But don’t worry. You guys make up for it plenty in the bedroom.

He is a sucker for getting his head scratched and as much as he loves his cap, around you he would toss it aside so you can play with his hair. <33

[explorevenus]

NOOOO VEN OMG😭

imagine current leon trying to be your daddy boyfriend and maybe hinting at it a few times too much in one day but you just plainly reject him in broad daylight, telling him nervously that the age gap between you both slightly worries you (slight would be an understatement. the man is nearly, if not the same age as your parents! does his dick still work even?!) and mr. kennedy’s stomach drops and you frantically reassure him his slight wrinkles are very sexy, yes, he is a very attractive man, but he’s an old man! said old man pouts and crosses his arms. being together isn’t that bad -- so what if he‘s in his 40s? he doesn’t give a damn about people seeing you together! he‘s got guns on his hips, and fists. he doesn’t need violence to protect you from whatever, either, he reassures you. he just wants you, the prettiest little thing :( just wants to take you out to spend cash on, tuck in bed, drive out with in his car -- he’d even let you pick the music! just please give this old man a chance -- he’ll treat you so good, he promises -- please, sweet thing :(

(leon talking abt himself in third person grrr he drives me crazy GREAGFGHR DO HB GO NHUJTFGJK pls take tgus offering im so insane abt him. He consumes my waking thoughts)

STOPPPPPPPPPPPP BECAUSE OLDER BF/SUGAR DADDY LEON IS MY LIFE BLOOD

i need him to keep me on his arm like candy everywhere he goes while he's so proud as ppl stare at us bc the age difference is just that obvious and we're both so well dressed and it's so starkly obvious that i haven't paid a single dime for anything as long as i've had him. i want him to flirt with me in public and make me blush and squirm and make fun of me for being so easily flustered by a man old enough to be my father. i want him to rail the absolute FUCK OUT OF ME while i'm babbling and crying and he's grunting in my ear about how good of a girl i'm being for him, earning each and every cent he'll ever spend on me, making him feel so good and so young again while he caters to my every whim in exchange for little more than my own time and affection. i want him to smirk when he notices other people my age checking me out in public because he knows those losers have nothing on him, nothing they could possibly offer that would make me choose them over him, because he's so wealthy and infatuated with me and because he's older he has so much more experience and knows more about my body than anyone else could ever dream of

GOD I NEED HIM SO BAD. FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also hi qinny i missed u ;w;

[imminent-danger-came]

Shoutout to MK for immediately gathering his friends after Monkey King was sealed into the scroll! Even if it was dangerous, he called them and didn‘t try to do everything himself!

CHARACTER DEVELOPEMENT /pos

let‘s see how long that lasts. I‘m expecting some CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT /neg sometime in the future. I mean, sure, it looks like Wukong started his healing arc. but MK ? Not so much

Sure he had been hoping it would be something small. But he was lying to himself and knew it, the thing overpowered Wukong in 5 seconds flat after all.

But he still ended up being seperated from everyone.

Somehow it legitimately feels like a decent chunk of the season focused on how MK was different from his mentor but still ends up making similar choices… almost like he can‘t escape being like Wukong. Being worse than Wukong. Like it‘s desti- 💥get‘s shot💥

Both MK and Monkey want/ed things to stay as they are. Only MK wants to keep that by staying as he himself is now too, while Wukong wanted to become stronger to protect what he has.

But the world is going to mold MK into one of the most powerful beings to exist whether he wants to or not. It‘ll drag him down kicking and screaming if it has to.

Wukong leaving to get stronger vs. MK leaving because he‘s too strong and doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

Wukong leaving his friends behind by choice vs. MK‘s friends being taken from him, time and time again, even when he asks for help.

Young Wukong intentionally aggravating powerful beings and causing massive destruction vs. MK doing the exact same thing entirely on accident. When he‘s trying to help even.

FIGHT.

On one hand, MK leaning on his friends at the beginning of s4 seems like a good thing (and it partly is!), "we're stronger together" and all that. On the other, I can't help but feel part of MK's reliance on his friends—which alone isn't necessarily a bad thing—comes from a place of "I can't do anything on my own" (thank you trigram furnace scene). MK is this very interesting mixed bag, where he wants to be right by his friends sides yet in the same vein believes he should be able to do it without them.

MK leaving in 4x08 was out of the belief that "everything he does just makes things worse", and that if he had stayed he would eventually hurt the people he cares about. In ROTSQ MK went off on his own to procure the trigram furnace to try and prove that he could do it alone.

Mirror MK: "Listen, every time we get in trouble, we turn to Monkey King or our friends or SOMEONE. They tell us a story and we find that smidge of motivation we need. Well—now we're on our own. It's just you."

Ultimately, both of these decisions come from the same place: MK's lack of belief in himself. In s2 and s3 he's not strong enough, but in s4 when he finally has more power he's "too strong", he's "destined to cause nothing but pain and suffering".

I think back to the 3x14 "to pain" scene a lot, because holy fucking shit how can you not, but particularly this line-

MK: "You still think that the universe really wants anything, from any of us?" Lady Bone Demon: "Don't you?" MK: "I try not to think too hard." Lady Bone Demon: "So it would seem."

-in tandem with this line-

MK: "I don't know if all of this happened because it was destined too—but I have to believe that I found the staff so I could use it for good. To help people."

-along with MK's s4 arc, drives me INSANE. MK never thought himself destined for anything, he considered himself a "regular noodle delivery boy with the powers of the Monkey King." But in s4 that distinctly changes, and it does so in such an interesting way with how MK's foil with Wukong develops.

Watching MK go from believing he's not anything special (1x09 and 2x05 you bitches) to believing he is chaos incarnate has been a wild ride, and one that I expect to only continue to go down. Pair that with Wukong being forced to come face to face with the hurt he himself has caused (3x10 and 4x11), and boy are we sure in for a time!

The tragedy of both MK and Wukong is that they hurt people and cause pain when they're trying to exactly the opposite. Different paths, same inevitable end—except the student usually goes farther, don't they?

[druckkugelschreiber]

In perfect fandom fusion -yes I know it‘s technically a crossover leave me alone fandom fusion rolls off the tongue better- I am thinking about Loghain Mac Tir in the old guard as an immortal. It would work so well!!! He‘s already so jaded and pissed off and an amazing fighter with strong believes. He and Andy would be annoyed besties who’d also hate each other every other century cause they can’t agree over the latest conflict they are involved in. But of course they always come back to each other cause there is no one else who gets it like them. And yes they constantly bicker and drive everyone else insane with it.

And he would call Booker pup cause Loghain is like at least a century old if not more. And he’d pretend to hate him cause France = Orlais and just so good! He‘d also mentor Booker. impeccable Andy, Loghain and Booker dynamic as the three immortal jaded assholes. I‘m in love with this idea.

If I were currently wiring this would be it!!!!

[anantaru]

alhaitham‘s the guy who thinks he knows where the clit is better than you do

[maewiiweam]

Nᴇᴡ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ

With a pounding headache Izzy wakes up, stretching in her bed and cuddling into the comfortable and soft sheets, but wait. This isn’t her bed, neither is it one of her friend’s.

Where am I? What time is it? What day even?? she thinks to herself hastly jumping off the bed. She looks to her left where she finds an alarm clock sitting on the bedside table.

10:44

She groans before sliding back into bed, pulling the sheets, along with her shirt up to her nose. It all smells so nice and fresh and manly. She furrows her eyebrows.

This shirt…it‘s too long to be mine from yesterday, she thinks to herself.

„WHO’S SHIRT IS THIS?” She exclaimes loudly after noticing that she’s only wearing an oversized Iron Maiden shirt and her underwear. Further processing the situation she realises that her outfit from the partyis not around. Wait, the party.

Izzy lets out a loud sigh and plops back down onto the bed. All the memories from night before coming back. The drinks, Mattheo, more drinks, the kissing, the touching, the-

„Hey, are you alright? I heard you shout.” Leander speaks from the other side of the closed door. Now she remembers, he took her to his place after he found her on the backporch stairs. That still doesn’t explain where her clothes are...

“I’m fine, you can come in...” He slowly opens the door, pooking his head through.

“Are you sure? Need something? Food? Aspirin?” He asks not believing her blant lie.

“I’d need my phone...and could you drive me to campus, please?” She rubs her eyes tiredly with one hand, while the other pulls the shirt more over her thighs.

“Your phone is charging on the bedside table, and sure just tell me when you’re ready.” He gives her a warm smile and quietly exists the room. After the door falls into the lock Izzy gets up from her spot on the bed and goes to her phone.

“Oh my fuck.” She whispers looking at all the missed calls and messages from friends and family. “Fuck me.” She throws herself back onto the bed and scrolls through some messages before dialing her roommates number.

“Well, look who’s alive.” She immediatly picks up.

“How come you‘re awake.” Izzy laughs into the reciever, streching on the bed.

“I am worries sick for my best friend and roommate who isn’t answering her phone, after leaving the party early with some dude no one knows leaving everyone worried.” Mary answers, the annoyance in her tone making Izzy want to smash their head into a wall.

„You can call yourself lucky we waited and didn‘t call your dads yet.“ She scolds making Izzy feels worse about the situation.

„I know, I know, I‘m sorry. I- Some things happened and I just wanted to leave and Leander offered me a ride but I didn‘t have my keys-“

„LEANDER?“ Mary shouts into the phone making Izzy wince at the sudden volume increase. Izzy rolls her eyes but before she could answer there was a knock on the door.

„Izzy, did you call me? Is everything alright?“ Leander asks, he must‘ve heard that insane woman shout, Izzy thinks before shouting a quick no.

„You know what let‘s finish this when i get back, I need to get ready.“ Izzy hung up the phone after saying their goodbyes, groaning audibly into the room before opening the door.

There she saw a big open, modern living room that had a beautiful arch that connected the kitchen to it. Right in front of her was a big white dining table where she found Leander sitting and drinking coffee, but not alone.

„Izzy, this is my close friend from work, Niko. Niko, this is….Izzy.“ Leander gives both an awkward glance before disappearing into the kitchen. Niko just laughs it off, offering Izzy a hand to shake.

„It‘s nice to meet you Izzy.“ He stretches his hand out  for Izzy to take but she stands there frozen. He‘s so pretty, she thinks, giving him big, adoring eyes. Her heart rate increases as she more and more realises what is happening right now.

He‘s waiting, Izzy. Take his damn hand.

„Omg, I‘m so sorry.“ She rapidly blinks a few times and takes his hand to shake it. As she tried taking her hand back he starts pulling her towards him causing her to trip forward and lean onto the table. He tales her hand to his mouth and gives the back of her hand a small kiss.

„Did you know that the hand-kiss originated in Polish-Lithuanian commonwealth and the spanish courts? It was later exchanged for the cheek-kiss and handshake which I think is a shame because those feel less respectful and less personal…“ He slowly lets go of Izzy‘s hand, leaving her flabbergasted when Leander comes back inside with plates full of food with him.

„Alright, friends. Let‘s eat.“ Leander chimes before digging into his own plate. Izzy, gives Niko a quick, curious glance, still in disbelief of the situation just now, who gives her a wink and smile in return.

The breakfast continues in mostly silence, besides when Leander and Niko aren‘t having their random history fact talk.

„So you two…“ Niko begins picking on the food in his plate. Leander looks between Izzy and his friend nervously, not knowing where he could be going with this.

„What about us?“ He asks his colleague with a confused face, laying his cutlery down besides his plate.

„Well, Lee, my good friend you tell me she is one of the girls you have in your lectures then suddenly she‘s standing in your apartment after a party in nothing but your shirt. Oh, and did I mention that she came out of your bedroom?“ He suspiciously eyes his friend who looks at him with wide eyes.

„We didn‘t- I- No- I-I slept on the couch. Jesus, I slept on the couch and she slept in my bed and she just took the shirt from a chair when she got here yesterday. She changed herself.“ Leander explains, panic obvious in his voice, Izzy just looks at both of them with pleasing eyes.

„I‘ll go get ready…“ Izzy excuses herself from the table and quickly runs back into the bedroom she came from.

Leander lets out a big sigh, his head falling into his hands. „Was that really necessary?“ He asks Niko.

„Look I get it, she‘s pretty and all that but she is still sort of your student. You really shouldn‘t play this game if you really want to keep your job.“ He lectures Leander who just nods his head understandingly.

„I know, again nothing happened I just wanted to help, she looked so heartbroken and I couldn‘t leave her there to rot.“ The blond tries explaining himself again feeling Niko‘s hand on his shoulder.

„Yeah, but let‘s also not forget why you‘re really there, Lee. This job is the only way to get to him, don‘t fuck this up. I can‘t help you if we have no way in.“ Niko reminds Leander who just looks at him.

„You‘re right. No more distractions.“ Then they hear the bedroom door open again and Izzy walks out in her outfit from yesterday. She feels both their gazes on her, both of their big heart eyes.

„I‘d be good to go now.“ She tells Leander who just nods and stand up himself. He offers Niko a ride who politely declines, explaining that he has to be somewhere close by soon. They all say their goodbyes and as Leander closes the passenger seat door, after Izzy got in, Niko tales him by the shoulder again.

„Remember, Lee, you need the boy don‘t make the girl part of this.“ Leander gives him a confused look before Niko walks off into the opposite direction of where the other two are going. The blond just stands there confused before remembering that he has to drive Izzy.

[snacc-noir]

Hello! For your prompt thing, maybe 3G? 👉👈 Please and thank you! 💜💜💜

3. “Babe! There you are!” “B-babe?”

G. Enemies AU

Adrienette I love u sm I was hoping someone would pick this combination

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One of the many hair-pulling qualities of Adrien is his knack for surprises.

He’s the human (that’s still up for debate) embodiment of cold showers and other unpleasant sensations, like the moment when you run off to transform into Ladybug and the golden mop of hair and hostile glance is there—

And he’s always there, lurking in the corner of the locker room or somewhere during an akuma attack, withering at Marinette like their reoccurring inauspicious meetings are her fault;

like it’s his attempts to save the city that have been thwarted.

The audacity.

It’s the core of their not-so-friendly rivalry -- the evil reoccurring coincidence that drives Marinette (9/10 times friendly person and secretly Ladybug Marinette) insane. In fact, she doesn’t think there‘s anything left for the God-sculpted creation (he‘s hot - Insufferable, but hot. Her pride isn’t that loud) to do that can add to her ‘Why Adrien Agreste is a Nuisance’ list.

Oh, but how wrong she is.

“Babe! There you are!”

A second. A long second; a second where there’s confusion, conclusion, and confusion again. Marinette’s once-coolly leaning figure rests on the outskirts of their indoor basketball courts, hanging jaw formally chewing gum.

But now instead of watching a fanmade video about Chat Noir, she’s watching Adrien approach her with a beguiling smile (there’s no way that’s directed at her) and Miss Bustier a step shorter.

“B-babe?”

He slings an arm around her shoulders like he’s (never) done before, and she’s too frozen to react. “Sorry, I didn’t tell her we were doing this,” he tells their teacher, ignoring the gobsmacked expression to his left. “Look, Marinette, we’ve been caught.”

“Caught?!”

“Caught is right.” He construes the origin of her volume to match his sick role-play. “Miss Bustier keeps noticing us leaving together during akuma attacks and coming back at the same time from the same spots. Not to mention,” he says with a grin she had believed was saved to taunt her - then she realises that may as well be what he’s doing, “leaving for the bathroom at the same time—”

He winks.

Marinette looks up at him, disgust pulling the corner of her mouth. The confusion wears off and her thoughts sprint. Her lashes tremor at Miss Bustier as she reads her, but there’s only so much you can gage from a thin smile and clasped hands.

Then Adrien’s words catch up.

That’s her running off to be Ladybug.

That’s all her crafted lies and scheduled escapes so she can capture akuma with her dearest partner.

And Adrien’s been confronted about his tag-alongs to her escapades — and veiled it by the synthetic guise that they’re dating.

Oh he is not going there.

“Actually—”

His fingers are clipped to her waist, the soft pressure flaming her senses as he presses them in warning. She notices the way his lean figure is taped to her in their mutually loathed side-hug.

Then he re-freezes her by lowering his head, pushing back the dark lock of hair near her ear and hovering his lips in a gesture that jolts her heart up her throat. There, beside her skin, a warm, threatening whisper slices through her:

“Watch yourself. This benefits you.”

She swallows.

“Marinette, you can tell me,” Miss Bustier finally speaks. “I understand that your occasional arguments might cause a dent in your relationship. I actually confronted Adrien with my theory because I want to help you both overcome this negative tension. I know you work so well together.”

Ha!

She has no idea.

The Marinette stills. If she denies this nightmare, what’s left to make of their eerie timing in running off and coming back? How else can she explain walking out of a closet two minutes after Adrien?

Although she doesn’t understand Adrien’s reasons, there’s no way she’s about to unravel her superhero secret.

“Uh—” Marinette starts, “—Yes, I, um, we just didn’t want anyone to know. Especially since we’ve been pretty rocky since the start.”

Miss Bustier nods, a sympathetic look warming her face. She rubs Marinette’s shoulder and smiles.

“And that’s okay! I know you two have a lot of potential to make this relationship work, and I’m here for you!” Her joy blindsides her to the two grimaces before her. “You know, after I got into yoga I did a lot of training for relationship therapy for all kinds. I promise not to inform your other classmates if we can get you two sorted with some sessions.”

This—

This literally can’t get any worse.

Adrien’s grip on her waist squeezes, eliciting her to jerk a little closer in his side. They force tight smiles back at their teacher.

“That would be really great, actually. I think we need it,” Adrien says politely. “Right, babe.”

She stifles the cough. “Yeah, uh, sweetie.”

“That’s wonderful! I know it’ll be worth it. Those arguments will be gone in no time!”

Marinette squints, relapsing what on earth just happened as their teacher waltzes away. There aren’t even eyes on the other side of the court looking their way. It’s just her, Adrien, and their lack of distance.

She jumps away.

“Why’d you tell her that?!”

“Hey, I was saving your butt, too,” he snaps. “Why do you even follow me everywhere in the first place!?”

“You follow me.”

“That is not true! I have reasons for where I go!”

“Oh yeah?” She rises on her tiptoes, threatened by their height difference. “Well so do I!”

“Name one!”

“You name one!”

They fall into a terrible silence. Their jaws harden and their posture tenses. Their gazes entwine like an impossible knot.

A second. A long second.

“Whatever,” he breaks the tension, “see you at couple therapy.”

As Adrien - beautifully detested Adrien with his model walk and lean grace - struts away, Marinette sobers, clears the heat in mind, and glares him down.

She will find out his reasons. And she will prove they’re as insignificant as the way her heart swells at his attractive grin he throws her direction.

Honestly. The audacity.

[landhoehoehoe]

words can not describe how happy it makes me that u r writing for so many drivers. like logan literally has maybe 3-4 things about him on here and it drives me INSANE. also the way u write dennis is so good and it describes him perfectly omfg. pls continue to write until the end of time, my love <33

First of all, I hope you‘re doing well <3

I mean, everyone deserves a fic to their favorite driver. I know the feeling when you‘re in desperate need of something but no one posts any fics about them 🫠

Also thank you so much for this ask, I cannot tell you how happy this made me :)

It‘s nice to know you agree with the way Dennis acts bc he‘s actually one of the drivers where I‘m very insecure if his reactions are accurate to his person

So thank youu, it really motivates me 🫶🏻