#he's so bad

[shepherds-of-haven]

Chase: "I can't give you what a real husband can."

Also Chase: MC asked to push our beds together cause they're scared. I'm going to cuddle them and reassure them that I'll never let anything hurt them.

Poor MC is getting mixed signals here.

Chase: haha wouldn't it be funny if I acted like you were the love of my life lol what a lark

Chasemancing MCs:

[funniestpersonalivefr]

god, you're divine

RAHHHH I LOVE CHRIS REDFIELD. fluff about when chris fell in love with you. reader is a s.t.a.r.s officer.

the mission didn't go quite as planned, it was almost a complete failure. wesker had promised to clean up the 'mess' you and chris had made.

defeated, you and chris sat in the s.t.a.r.s office in dead silence, both were slightly embarrassed from just how much things managed to get out of control. chris had the first aid kit sitting on his desk, he had gotten pretty beaten up after jumping in front of you.

you felt horrible, you watched him before getting the courage to break the silence.

"chris, let me help you get bandaged up," you spoke softly. chris glanced up at you as he said his response.

"no it's fine, you don't have to worry about me."

"chris, please, i insist, it's my fault you're hurt, anyways," you moved over towards him, sitting on his desk and grabbing the kit.

he sighed, silently agreeing in hopes that it'd clear your consciousness. you returned to the silence as you opened the kit, starting with his arm.

you cleaned and bandaged everything, his gaze was on your focused face. you eyebrows knitted together in concentration, you even were chewing on the inside of your cheek a little.

something about you at that moment felt different to chris. he couldn't explain it but something clicked. it was true that chris had always had a sweet spot for you, everyone on the team knew it. his face flushed as he began to realize that he had been falling for you.

of course, you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on him but you figured nothing would ever come of it.

you moved to the small cut on his face. your hands cautiously moved to clean it, his gaze was still focused on your face as you finished and put a little bandaid on it. suddenly you were aware of just how close your faces were.

you met his gaze shyly before looking away, you face tinted with a small blush. chris let his hands move to your face, turning your gaze towards him once more. he moved in slowly as you watched his gaze fall to your lips.

"can i kiss you?" he whispered out, looking back into your eyes. you swallowed dryly giving him a nod. you closed your eyes as he closed the gap.

his lips captured yours in a soft kiss, his hands cupping your face, pulling you in. he broke away, his forehead resting against yours. a small smile appeared on his face as pulled back from you.

"god, you're divine," he said.

[illiana-mystery]

Mean Green 💚

[demoralizedreprobate]

GULP

[bg-sparrow]

mcfly july 2023 || day 25 Timebomb

xv.

Marty squirmed when his evil counterpart dropped the watch in his lap.

“We’re on the same side of the mirror,” No Pines Marty said. “Every clock you’ve laid eyes on has been counting down to the moment you become me.”

Marty froze. They were all digital; he wouldn’t notice the seconds winding backward.

Restaurant – 12:56.

Bank – 9:17. 

(He wasn’t seeing things when it changed to 9:16; he thought part of the “8” was burned out.)

Microwave – 2:00.

 Now – 00:01:15.

“I’ll never be you,” Marty spat. “You let the Doc die.”

“No,” No Pines Marty admonished with a chuckle. “You did.”

[renamami]

YALL CHECK OUT MY MAN THE CUNT IS IMMACULATE

[sirgawin]

rishi sunak has absolutely no political judgement at all does he

[flore01]

#3

Me and you, we were made to break I know the truth, but it's much too late You're perfectly wrong for me And that's why it's so hard to leave Yeah, you're perfectly wrong for me You're perfectly wrong for me All the stars in the sky could see Why you're perfectly wrong for me

Shawn Mendes — Perfectly Wrong

[kyukicho]

@take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar asked:

{-drops in with a wholesome ask for this fine Sunday-}

Noé~, would you say you’re the type to have a decent amount of skill in the kitchen? Or is cooking not quite a skill you’ve got much talent in?

"Oh! No, I'm terrible. My friends said my cooking is poison and a health hazard. I'm not allowed near a kitchen."

[ouchiis]

have you guys seen that one tiktok of a girl making iced coffee and like only a third of it was coffee because she poured half a gallon of milk, creamer, vanilla syrup, caramel, etc etc on top of it? and it was pure fucking white by the time she was done? yeah ouye isn't a coffee person but if he had to drink it that's him.

[kocho-catt]

ughh need this rn

cw: nsfw! 18+ mdni, f!reader

BRUCE was sprawled out on his bed, black sheets barely covering his naked body, his bulky thigh nudging its way out under and out of them when it got too hot. He kept his hand behind his head, half-lidded eyes never leaving your form as he watched you carefully.

“Again.”

You stood near his side of the bed, one leg propped up on it, naked except for one of Bruce's white button up shirts, the upper four buttons undone, courtesy of yours truly (Bruce Wayne). Your hand follows the skin of your leg from your calves, to your knees up, up to your thigh where your fingers hook under your simple sheer tights. Slowly, you begin to pull them down your leg, and Bruce's eyes follow the movement religiously. His lips part when your skin reappears under the delicate barrier, the act almost hypnotizing. 

Bruce inhales sharply when your whole leg gets exposed to him, and his eyes immediately trail up to your face, smiling lazily, a faint dimple showing “Again,” 

You roll your eyes playfully, biting back a smile, and yet you do as he says, somehow also getting worked up over this. You stare unabashedly at his chest, the way it rises and falls with each breath. Your eyes travel lower, down to his happy trail, and Bruce, ever so observant, notices this, and readjusts his hips slightly, making the sheet shift the slightest bit. When your eyes snap up to his, he raises his eyebrow in challenge. You huff, fingers beginning to work again, pulling the tights up your leg this time, slowly though, never rushing this. 

But you still wanted to fuck with him a little. So when you pull the tights just past your knee you stop completely and watch in amusement as Bruce’s gaze snaps up to yours immediately, eyes narrowing playfully, “That was the best part, and you ruined it,” he complained in a gruff voice, and you grinned, “I know.”

He clicks his tongue as he scooted closer to the edge of the bed, skimming his fingers over your skin, barely touching you as he went to resume your work, “I'll just have to do it for you then,” his fingers pull the tights up your pretty thigh, and he bites his lip when his work is done, hands now properly touching your skin over your tights, running them up and down your thigh appreciatively. 

“You’re insatiable.” you say as you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging his head back the slightest bit, and Bruce groans lowly from the tug, leaning down to press a kiss against your thigh. He then looks up at you innocently, humming as if he was agreeing with you. 

Suddenly his hand wraps around your waist, and he tugs you closer, and you gasp when you fall on his lap,  tights long forgotten as he studies your face, grabbing your ass in both hands and lifting you up so you could prop your knees on either side of him, “I can't help it.” he confessed, before claiming your lips with his.

Your hand came up to caress his cheek, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair as you kiss him back. Somehow the sheet was still bunched around his waist, covering his hard cock, and yet you wasted no time and rolled your hips against him. Bruce moans against your lips, his hold on you tightening.  His hands knead the skin of your ass, as he pulls away and starts pressing kisses down your jaw. You reward him with another roll of your hips, your pussy meeting his cock through the fabric, and he raises his hips the slightest bit, nudging your clit in the process. He hisses when you whimper, his hands now trailing up your bare back under your (his) shirt. “Sweet girl..”

Bruce’s kisses turn more filthy, now pressing open-mouthed kisses on your lips, panting against your mouth for just a second as he pulls away, and your tongue darts out to lick a line across his lips. His eyes turn dark, “Let me fuck you again.” he whispers against your lips, hand coming up to hold your face, thumb and pointer finger digging into each of your cheeks softly.

“I think you can do better than that.” You bite your lip when he rolls his eyes quickly, a smile tugging his lips up, “I can feel you dripping through the sheets, and you want me to beg?” he huffs out a chuckle, and you gasp in faux offense. You turn to look away from him teasingly but he tilts your head back to him with a tut.

You shake off his hold on your face, and in turn take both his cheeks in your palms, eyes dancing across his. Rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip, you lean in to whisper against his ear, “Want to fuck me in them?”

Satisfaction pools inside your belly when you see his adam's apple bob as he swallows harshly, and he groans, dropping his head to bite down at your shoulder teasingly. “Yes. Please.”

You grin, moving to stand up, not before Bruce swats your ass playfully. You shoot him an unconvincing glare, and he just shrugs, leaning back with his palms supporting his weight, eyes never trailing up and down your form. “Don't rip them this time.”

Bruce smiles. “I won't.”

Later, when you find yourself panting against the floor-to-ceiling window of his room, the glass foggy as you press your cheek against it to look at Bruce over your shoulder, whimpering when he pulls out of you, his hand pulling the cheek of your ass taut to watch his cum drip out of your pussy, your eyes catch sight of your ripped tights, your pussy and most of your ass free from the material in a perfect circle. You swallow down your whimper when he shoves two fingers inside your puffy cunt, pushing his cum back inside you, “You lied,” you somehow manage to utter.

Bruce's eyes snap up to yours, his eyebrows furrowing momentarily, sweat dripping down his temple, but then he notices. Sees where you're looking. His eyes glint devilishly, and he gives you the most shit eating grin you've ever seen, “Guess I did.”

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[funniestpersonalivefr]

imagine riding wesker while wearing his glasses.

that's it, that's the post.

[illiana-mystery]

You know I can never get enough of Gobby.

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[samioli]

I think I forgot to show tumblr this but it's been over a year since Phoenix Wright appeared on my crashed laptop screen

[fuhosh-i]

“Where’s the pathetic element?” Exactly Tom Hardy. Exactly.

(x)