#heyyyy ! ! <33

[jesuistrestriste]

IMAGINE GIVING SUB!ART HEAD WHILE HE IS DRIVING

(I know we have never interacted but I binge read all of your mike faist characters fics and I’m obsessed with your blog so forgive me for intruding)

three hours, cross-state, is hardly a lengthy roadtrip, but you and art make it feel like one. packing snacks and making playlists for the ride. it's not often that you two will travel within the state; there have always been more occasions that require the two of you to fly. so, it's only natural for this to be treated like a fun little adventure.

almost like a date.

art's got a tournament tomorrow afternoon on the west side, yet he still insisted on being the one to drive.

after about an hour and a half, the songs start to loop back around in the mix and the lull of the highway's soft rumbling against the wheels makes the blonde's lids start to droop. it's warm inside the vehicle as the trees and fields of grass go by, and that only makes it harder to stay conscious.

and when you say something to art to try to get his attention, and he nearly jolts upright in his seat, you know you have to do something to try to keep him awake..

"baby.." you say, giving him a look that says 'cmon now'.

he sighs, blinking and trying to shake the sleepiness from his head.

".. 'm fine, i'm fine.." he tries to protest, fighting your gentle but accusatory expression. he fails. he yawns.

the sight of his tousled golden curls hanging over his forehead, and his strong hands gripping the steering wheel, is all it takes for you to start readjusting in the passenger seat.

you give a soft tug to your seatbelt to coax it to give you more range of motion, and then you're leaning over the empty cupholders between your body and his to start undoing the tie on his loose joggers.

art chuckles weakly and flushes tomato-red all over his cheeks, his gaze darting rapidly from your head hovering above his lap to the windshield.

"woah, woah," he breathes out, "i.. you don't have to do that. and isn't it a little illegal..?"

you smirk, grabbing onto the sides of his pants and pulling them down his hips to reveal just the top half of his boxers. just enough to get ahold of what you crave.

"do you want me to stop?" you speak softly and slowly, lifting your head up to look to his aqua blue irises. his pupils are massively blown, you notice them right away. he's already tenting in his briefs.

art swallows thickly. and then he shakes his head.

you nod, chuckling, and look back down to the last piece of clothing between your skin and his.

"ive got you, babe," you whisper, "just keep your eyes on the road and try not to get us in a wreck, yeah?"

he nods wearily, and a small jolt of his hips follows suit.

you pull down his boxers just enough to let his heavy parts spring out, and then you're leaning in to engulf his throbbing tip in your mouth.

art can't stop it-- he immediately lets out a guttural moan, low in his chest as his face crumples with the pleasure of feeling your soft, wet mouth suckle on his cock. one of his hands shakily reaches down from the steering wheel to affectionately rub over your upper back and neck.

"Ouungh— fuh-fuck..." he whines softly.

you hum around him encouragingly, beginning to bob your head up and down as you feel him swell over your tongue.

his back arches up from the seat, and his hand on your body tightens to fist at the fabric of your top like he's gonna burst.

"mmmph- mhmmm- mhmmm-" you moan around him. he groans, his eyes rolling back into his head, and he starts to needily buck his hips as you suck him in the exact way that always drives him crazy.

in the middle of taking him to the back of your throat, an involuntary hum of surprise is pulled from your chest as you feel the car swerve sharply.

you give a few playful but corrective pats to the side of one of his thighs, and he moans before he mumbles out a rushed 's-sorry, sorry'.

your tongue curls around his shaft, licking up the precome that's mixing thickly with your sticky spit, and you swear that you hear a couple stitches in your shirt tear as he pulls at it and shudders.

his eyes are on the road, but art's mind is wholly consumed by you and everything that you're doing to him. how is it possible for one person to know all of his weak-spots? everything that makes him want to spill down into your tummy as you milk him dry?

his thoughts of disbelief are cruelly interrupted when you begin to suck him faster, hollowing your cheeks and lapping at the underside of his cockhead as your palm strokes the base.

he lurches forward in his seat with a pained whimper right before his legs start to shake; his muscles tensing all over as he tries not to close his eyes and risk running the car off the highway.

"ohhh, shit, hah—please, i'm almost—“ he fucks into your mouth gently, waves of hot aching pleasure building up from his gut as he spares a few looks down into his lap where your head moves earnestly.

you don't hesitate; stroking and laving your mouth over him lovingly and passionately, making sure to hum around him in an effort to send some vibrations up through his pulsing length. you squeeze your eyes shut.

art can't hold back anymore. he just cant.

he's nearly curled over the wheel when his hips jerk once, twice, three times, and then he's crying out as he calls out your name and comes.

it gushes past your adoring lips, glazing them for just a moment before you swallow him down and let the walls of your throat squeeze around his cock.

your boyfriend is sobbing softly with overstimulation and ecstasy, writhing in the driver's seat. your hand only continues to move relentlessly though, stroking his oversensitive shaft and cupping his balls as he chokes on his words.

"oh, please," he whimpers out, fingers still tightly grasping onto your shirt, maybe even harder than before. his toes curl in his court-scuffed sneakers, and he slurs out an assortment of 'too much' and 'so sensitive' and 'i'm done'.

you slurp up his leaking parts and pull yourself off with a soft pop and smack of your lips, grinning as you sit up and look to his dazed expression; chest heaving, legs shaking, eyes lidded. his hand leaves your back to return to the wheel, but you dont miss the way it trembles against the worn leather.

your clean hand reaches up to push back his blonde locks, and he squeezes the steering wheel as he struggles to gain his bearings back. a chuckle leaves your saliva-slicked lips, and you lean in close to his ear as he pants like a puppy.

"you still sleepy?" you whisper lowly.

all art can manage is a soft shiver and a moan, but he shakes his head the best he can.

"good."

safe to say he drove the rest of the way to the destination without so much as a whiff of being tired. the only thing that bothered him during the remainder of the journey was the smug look on your face, and the way his half-hard dick wouldn't go down (no matter how much he tried not to think about your touch).

[evafhernee]

I present; 99 Castoff Incorrect Quotes. Don’t ask why

(Part 1 (This one)) (Part 2) (Part 3)

(1)

Rori: I didn't know that air fryers are a real thing. Used to think that they were made up by the internet as a funny joke and that their purpose was to "fry air".

Frankie: WAIT, BUT IT FRIES THE AIR TO FRY THE FOOD??

Rori: I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS A KITCHEN APPLIANCE, MY FIRST ASSUMPTION WAS SOMETHING AKIN TO AN AIR CONDITIONER!

Vector: IT'S NOT LIKE AN AIR CONDITIONER????

Sage: You guys clearly don't own an air fryer.

(2)

Vector: Sometimes I talk to myself for no reason.

Vector: Me too!

(3)

Arianna: Damn, the power went out.

Frankie: Don't worry, I got this.

Frankie: stomps foot

Arianna: What-?

Frankie: Sketchers light up

(4)

Arianna: And if you have any suggestions, please put them in the suggestion box.

Vector: That's a trash can.

(5)

Vector: I personally don't think it's possible to come up with a crazier plan.

Frankie: We could attack them with hummus.

Vector: I stand corrected.

Frankie: Just keeping things in perspective.

(6)

Arianna: The path to inner peace begins with four words... not my fucking problem.

(7)

Marina: What do you call disobeying the law?

The Squad: A hobby.

Marina: crosses their arms

The Squad: That we do not engage in.

(8)

Marina: Arianna, don't go picking a fight with Sage. Don't forget, they're powerful, they could make life difficult for you.

Arianna: Wow, I wonder what it'd be like to have a difficult life.

(9)

Arianna: Ew. What kind of tea is this?

Rori: I boiled gatorade.

(10)

Marina: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Arianna: You know, I'm not really a jewelry person.

Marina: You don't have to wear...

Arianna: No, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off.

(11)

Marina: What is the one thing I told you not to do?

Rori: Burn the house down.

Marina: And what did you do?

Rori: I made dinner.

Marina:

Rori:

Marina:

Rori: And burnt the house down.

(12)

Vector: Here you go, Arianna, a nice hot cup of coffee!

Arianna: It's cold.

Vector: A nice cup of coffee.

Arianna: It's horrible!

Vector: Cup of coffee.

Arianna: I'm not sure if this even IS coffee.

Vector: C U P.

(13)

Frankie: Operation no more distractions is a go!

not even 10 seconds later

Frankie: Oh, look! A butterfly!

(14)

Marina: Thank you for not saying "I told you so."

Arianna: When you're as right as I am, you don't have to say it.

(15)

Arianna: Answers phone. Hello?

Rori: It's Rori.

Arianna: What did they do this time?

Rori: No, it's me, Arianna. It's actually me.

Arianna: What did you do this time?

(16)

Arianna: What's this?

Marina, hugging Arianna: Affection!

Arianna: Disgusting.

Arianna: ...Do it again.

(17)

Sage: "Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge" - Charles Darwin

Arianna: What the fuck? Begets isn't a word. Quit trying to make up words, fuckface.

(18)

Vector: Frankie, say aluminum again. It's the entire source of my serotonin during these trying times.

Frankie: sigh Only for you, buddy. Alyoouminnieeum.

(19)

Arianna: Act natural.

Vector: For this kind of situation, the most natural thing would be to panic, so technically I can panic.

Arianna: NO, that's not what I meant! Act like it's a normal day!

Vector: My 'normal' days of late, consist of a lot of panic.

Arianna: Will you just cooperate?

Vector: When a person is panicking, they are not apt to cooperate very well!

(20)

Rori: My life isn't as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look.

(21)

Arianna: I don't want to talk about it.

Rori: Good, I don't wanna hear about it.

(22)

Arianna: Self-care is suppressing all your trauma until it comes back and hits you in the face with the force of 7 very large trucks.

(23)

Arianna: How long do you think it'll take?

Frankie: I don't know, three or four.

Arianna: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months?

Frankie: Yeah, maybe five.

Arianna: Five what?!

(24)

Sage: Hopefully Arianna has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Arianna: Oh, shut up and die Sage.

(25)

Rori: Hey Marina, can I get some icecream

Marina: Only a spoonful!

Rori: Proceeds to pull out a comically large spoon.

(26)

Marina: You look mentally ill.

Arianna: I am. Let's go.

(27)

Rori: watching their house burn down

Rori:

Rori: starts filming Waddup, guys, welcome to my vlog, today's topic: how to get away with accidentally committing arson because you forgot Spaghetti O's cans are metal and thus non- microwavable! Step one: deny everything.

(28)

Arianna: The only thing keeping me from running away and hiding from society for the rest of my life is spite. I could disappear forever, but there are some bitches whose downfalls I have yet to witness, and I wanna be around when that happens.

(29)

Arianna: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?

Frankie: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.

Arianna: Okay yeah thanks Frankie, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

(30)

Vector: Come to think of it... You've always been nice to me.

Vector: I mean, you listen to all my problems-

Arianna: No, Vector I just simply stand here while you talk, there's a big difference.

(31)

Rori: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

(32)

Rori: Are you ever going to listen to me

Arianna: Yes. Absolutely.

Rori: When?

Arianna: When you're right.

(33)

Frankie: You know what I learned from my friendship with Arianna?

Vector: There's no such thing as too mean?

Marina: Never let your friends know for sure if you like them?

Rori: Always hold a grudge?

[r0achezz]

ur the nice/silly/??? moot :))

:3

[bimiio]

Would dick from a stone butch 8 years older do?

YES IT ABSOLUTELY WOULD!!!!!!!!!!!!

[weaselishmcdiesel]

*bites you*

hello beloved, pester time

ouch. ah shit. whyd you say that word. oh shit

[softietrait]

primrose got a makeover. ‹𝟹

[doomzday-zone]

i like robert and phantoms dynamic bc robert in a way was made to attend to her every need and phantom has never in her 6+ months of life had anyone ask her if she was ok<33

[leaderwon]

Heyyyy, could you do s/o getting in a dating scandal with a member of another group?

Gave so many signals just to get shipped with someone else !?

OR

you get shipped with another idol

luna's diary : TYSM FOR REQUESTING <33 so sorry for the late response I was a bit busy. I hope you like it!!!

rest of the members UTC !

@leaderwon 2024. Do not copy, translate, alter, repost or plagarize in any platform.

[bkgml]

heyyyy!! do u think u could do a oneshot of everyone finding out that y/n n bkg have been sneaking into each others dorms? (or you could do an aged up version if your not comfortable with it <3) LOVEE UU!! <33

3:04pm

suki baby: i’m coming over

my baby: YAY miss u

he laughs to himself at the contact name you gave yourself. so stupid.

suki baby: we just saw each other at school, leech.

my baby: shush

katsuki pockets his phone and continues on his way to your dorm room.

“yo! bakugou! come train with me!” kirishima yells from the other end of the hallway.

“im busy.” he replies, turning the corner to the elevators.

stepping inside and clicking the button for your floor, he pulls his phone out to reply to you.

“wait!” kirishima yells, squeezing his arm between the doors and getting inside.

“too busy for training? that’s so unlike you.” kirishima says, thinking out loud.

katsuki sighs and shoves his phone back in his pocket, hidden from kirishimas snooping eyes.

“you’ve been secretive lately too. and you’re never in your dorm.” kirishima continues with his rambles while katsuki rolls his eyes to the back of his head.

the elevator dings, signalling they’ve now reached your floor.

katsuki steps out and kirishima looks around confused.

“dude this isn’t the first floor.” he says, running after him.

katsuki halts. kirishima bumping into him from behind.

“stop fucking following me.” he says coldly.

kirishima groans, backing up towards the elevator.

“fine! fine! told you you’re secretive.” he mumbles, pressing the button for his floor.

katsuki stands there with his arms crossed in disapproval until the elevator door closes.

pulling out his phone he sees new messages.

3:11pm

my baby: why are you taking forever 😒

3:15pm

my baby: if u don’t walk through this door rn you’re not getting kisses.

suki baby: i’m On my way!

speed walking towards your dorm he looks around for any witnesses before throwing your door open.

he comes towards you, snuggled in your blankets with a frown towards your face.

you can tell by the look in his eyes and his body language that he wants a kiss.

“stop right there.” you say, putting your hand in front of his face.

he halts but kisses your open palm anyway.

you huff, putting your hand back down.

“why did you keep me waiting?” you ask with a raised brow.

he frowns, already fed up with your interrogation.

“shitty hair tried to follow me.” he grumbles, inching towards you slyly.

you ponder over his answer for a moment.

“hm.” you say, pretending to be unsatisfied with his answer.

you watch as katsuki’s face contorts in annoyance.

laughing at him, you open your arms so he can slot himself between them.

he rolls his eyes but falls forward anyway, shoving his face in your neck.

he begins to press open mouth kisses to your neck and you hum in appreciation.

“love you.” you whisper.

he pulls his lips away from your neck in favour of pressing them to yours.

“yeah?” he asks, his eyes trying to immerse themselves in your soul. asking the question as if he doesn’t know you’d destroy the world and rebuild it once more just to make him smile.

you nod slowly, kissing him with a smile on your face.

he chuckles and pulls away.

“stop smilin.” he grins, returning to your lips.

the two of you laugh together now. teeth clanking together and noses smushed, trying to merge as one.

he pulls away once more while you continue giggling.

“baby.”

you cup his cheek in your hand.

“when you tell me not to laugh it’s hard not to!” you defend.

he places his lips on your cheek as a kiss, resting there while he speaks.

“it’s hard not to laugh when you’re fuckin laughing.” he says into your skin.

you thread your fingers through his hair and he lets out a breathy moan.

“mmm love you.” he mumbles, shifting his face off your cheek and into your neck.

he wraps his arms around your waist and focuses on your fingers massaging his head, your nails grazing his scalp every so often.

kirishima gets out of the elevator on the first floor, walking through the common room in the direction of the training rooms.

“hey kirishima!” midorya calls to him from the kitchen.

“hey.” he replies, less upbeat than usual since he’s still confused about what’s going on with bakugou.

“uhhhh you okay?” midorya questions.

kirishima stops walking, turning to look at midorya.

“huh? oh uh yeah. thanks.” he says.

midorya doesnt look convinced. walking around the kitchen island to have a proper conversation, he speaks.

“are you sure? where’s kacchan? are you going to train with him?” he asks.

kirishima sighs.

“well i was. he got off the elevator on the 4th floor and told me to stop following him.” he frowned.

midorya thinks to himself. the fourth floor? what’s he doing there?

“hey guys!” mina calls to them, smile on her face.

“what’s going on over here?” she asks.

the boys look at each other and then back to mina.

“bakugous acting weird.” kirishima says.

“bakugous always weird.” she replies.

“hey there everybody! is this a common room party?” kaminari says as he walks in with sero.

everyone watches as they enter the conversation circle, seemingly interested in what’s going on.

“we’re talking about bakugou.” mina says.

“oh! …uh why.” kaminari asks.

“bakugous acting weird. i don’t know what’s going on with him.” kirishima adds.

sero pipes up.

“weird how?”

kirishima looked to him.

“he refused training.” he replies.

that has everybody thinking.

“i don’t think he’s ever refused training.” midorya says slowly.

“exactly!”

“GUYS! you gotta see this!” jiro and uraraka scream and they come barreling out of the elevator.

the five of them run to the elevator to catch up with the girls.

uraraka pushes the button for the fourth floor and kirishima and midorya lock eyes.

“guys you have to be quiet when we get out.” uraraka says.

they all have confused looks on their faces but nod anyway.

the elevator dings and the doors open, revealing a crowd around your dorm room door.

they all speed walk towards the crowd quietly, hearing the whispers and giggles of their classmates.

when they turn the corner to peek inside your dorm, they all let out quiet gasps.

there, you and katsuki are sleeping. your arms around him and his face buried in your chest.

“that’s not fair!” mineta yells.

everyone turns to him in shock, the girls around him swatting him in annoyance.

they hear a grumble from inside your room and everyone’s heads whip towards the noise.

“baby.” katsuki grumbles. his deep sleepy voice tickling your neck.

“hm?” you mumble.

“turn your fuckin alarm off.” he groans.

the class continues watching in shock.

you remove one arm from around him and he tsks in annoyance.

flipping to look at your clock, you see that no alarm is going off.

“katsu baby, i don’t have an alarm… set.” you trail off, seeing your entire class watching you and your boyfriend.

not being able to find the words, you tap katsuki, eyes still open wide while staring back at your class.

“whaaaat.” he groans, wrapping an arm around your waist and trying to pull you down.

when you don’t budge he cracks open an eye and sees everyone.

he sits up so fast you feel air whoosh onto your face.

“GET THE FUCK OUT!”

[mrsmarlasinger]

I NEED dopamine. What am I supposed to do. I don't want alcohol or weed. What I reallyy want is to robotrip but I can't because I'm only two and a half weeks into my seven-week break (plus that would make me the opposite of productive and functional, which is what I desperately need to be). I wish snorting Wellbutrin actually worked like poor man's coke the way people claim it does, but it's just really shitty and hurts my nose/throat and makes me dissociate. Fuck Wellbutrin. With its unscheduled ass 🙄

I wish I had a Substance. If I had the right Substance it would cure me fr fr. Stims—I wish I had a stim, but I don't even have caffeine. Why haven't I bought caffeine pills and Bronkaid yet? I know full well I couldn't have functioned in college without consuming obscene amounts of caffeine via energy drinks. A little ephedrine couldn't hurt. Pay my pesky heart condition no mind, she's irrelevant 🤭🤭

Basically I need to force-quit whatever program is running in my brain right now, because it sucks and is ruining my life. But I can't figure out how to do that without artificially hijacking my neurotransmitters.

I mean, what the fuck am I doing right now? Sitting on Tumblr yet again? I want to fall asleep for the 3rd? 4th? time today, and it's only 5 PM. But if I had the right Substance™ I could lasso my brain. That's the only way to grab your stupid fucking brain by the balls; you gotta override its natural processes, because it's too goddamn powerful on its own.

I can't get ahold of it. I have to get ahold of it. It's controlling me. It's ruining my life.

God, I'm so fucked.

[curtsycream]

Heyyyy it's me again

Okay so

Poly141 (all dating each other) where they're all like. Lounging in the living room, watching a movie or something. Reader is upstairs in the bathroom (she made an excuse to get away), looking at herself too much in the mirror. She tries to hide she's insecure, but Johnny comes upstairs to find her, and he sees her staring and grabbing her stomach. He watches for a second but when he sees her tearing up, he walks in, picks her up, and takes her to the guys downstairs. He makes her explain to them what he saw, and it turns into fluffy smut? Like the guys are over here like "?????? stfu before i put my baby in you 🙄" and it's gets a little rough, but still fluffy?

Idk it's hella self-indulgent, but no pressure if you don't wanna write it :)

Beautiful Woman

Poly!TF141 x F!Reader

Heyyyyy, how ya doing? I would never turn down a request like this. I hope you like it lovely <33

warnings: not proofread to the highest tier, Soap’s accent is thick (I apologize couldn’t help it), body insecurities, a bit of dysmorphia if you read into it, penetration (p in v), oral (f receiving), idk

Movie nights were always her favorite as she leaned her head on Soap’s shoulder. Her fingers entwined with Ghost’s as they watched Grownups. The movie selection was Gaz’s as he seemed to find the movie pure comedy gold. He felt the same about Mall Cop, something Price could partially agree with.

Laughter from Soap and Gaz filled the room along with Ghost’s random commentary. She was enjoying herself but that gut wrenching feeling was there. Where it felt as if all eyes were on her. She knew it wasn’t that way but her mind made it hard to think clearly. At first she simply wrapped her free arm around her stomach. But it wasn’t enough she knew they weren’t but in her mind they were laughing at her. It was nauseating, standing up abruptly she let a half-baked excuse leave her lips. “Need to use the bathroom,” she told them when they looked to her.

They didn’t notice anything off until she went upstairs. There was a perfectly fine bathroom downstairs but she didn’t go to it. Sharing a look they took a moment to write it off. They didn’t want to cause any alarm when she probably forgot.

The bathroom door slammed close, her eyes focused on her reflection in the mirror. Many times have they assured her that they loved the way she looked. But insecurities like that never went away at the drop of a hat. Raising her shirt she turns to the side looking at her side profile. The way her stomach looked bothered her, her finger tracing over a stretch mark.

Her eyes brimmed with tears as she looked at herself head on. Sucking in her stomach she runs a hand over her stomach. Even as she did it she felt inferior in a way. Compared to women from their pasts she wasn’t like them. She wasn’t thin or shaped like a coke bottle, she didn’t feel like their type.

It was a silly concept to focus on the women they dated and determine the kind of women they like. She knew it was but for some reason as her eyes stare at stomach she assumed this was a joke. That she didn’t deserve them because she didn’t fit the standard of the women they didn’t stay with.

Squishing her stomach she sniffled just as the bathroom door opened. He went unnoticed until he stepped forward when seeing how her bottom lip trembled. His eyes on her hands as they squish her stomach. It was clear what was going on as he pulls her against him. His finger rests under her chin as he lifts her head to look at him.

“Whit urr ye daein'?”

His voice was a blanket of warmth over her as he spoke to her. “I—“ she began before stopping.

“Ye?”

It was evident that he wasn’t going to let this go, that was reasonable. Shaking her head she uses her hands to dry her eyes. “I don’t deserve you guys, I’m just..look at me.”

“Shut th' hell up, afore ah pat a baby in ye tae prove it..”

“I’m serious Johnny, no matter what I do I always feel so goddamn inferior to the women you’ve dated. Do you even love me or am I just a spur of the moment decision.”

Her words cut him deep leaving him with a hurt look on his face. He didn’t say anything he just looked at her, it was worrying. But before she could ask him about it he picked her up. Wide eyed she let him carry her as if she weighed nothing to him. Not a single grunt or groan left him to indicate that he was struggling.

When he put her down she landed on the couch in a seated position. All eyes were on her a feeling she hated especially now.

“Tell thaim,” he said pointing to the other three men. Their attention no longer on the movie that was now paused.

Fiddling with her fingers she shrugged looking down, “I don’t deserve you guys…you could have anybody and you pick me. I know I sound a bit childish but that’s how I feel, I don’t compare to the women you’ve dated. I don’t even feel comfortable in my skin, I feel too big.”

“Dated? past tense, there are reasons we aren’t dating those women anymore. Just like there’s a reason we’re with you,” Gaz said his tone just as serious as his expression. She wasn’t used to such a look on his face where a smile usually lived.

Opening her mouth to speak she was cut off by Price. The older man had a similar expression on his face, “you deserve more than you’ll admit. You’re perfect for us trust me if we didn’t love everything about you we wouldn’t be with you, darlin’”

“Stop selling yourself short, if I had the option of anyone I would still pick you. There’s no question about it, lovie.”

The tears that were brimming her eyes soon fell. She couldn’t hold it in anymore as she cried from their words. She was pulled into a chest realizing it was Ghost from the smell of kohl and steel. Even when they were away from work he always managed to smell that way. “How would you know, you can’t prove that?” She asked her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Ye'r perfect fur us, we kin aye prove that,” Soap let out.

A surge of desire coursed through Soap’s body as he watched Gaz’s skilled and intimate ministrations. The way Gaz’s tongue danced across her delicate folds, eliciting moans of pleasure from their girl, sent a jolt of arousal straight to Soap’s core.

He couldn't tear his eyes away as Gaz’s tongue worked its magic, exploring every inch of her pussy. The vulnerability displayed by her, the trust placed in their hands, it all fascinated him.

Swallowing hard, she gripped Price’s hand as his lips were attached to one of her breasts. His kisses were enough to melt her to the core. She kept her eyes open as she looked over at Ghost who was stroking his cock as he watched. He was anticipating his turn to show her just how important she was to them. Licking her lips she moans when Price’s fingers rub her clit. She wasn’t prepared for the assisted pleasure her mind reeling at the feeling of Price’s fingers and Gaz’s tongue.

“Ye keek sae bonny lik' this, lass,” Soap’s words cut through the thick layer of lust and need. Her eyes on him as he moves closer his lips slamming onto hers. The kiss was quick pace as if he was putting all of his love into it.

Her thighs squeezed around Gaz’s head as she panted into Soap’s mouth. Her body trembling as she felt close, a sign they all were familiar with. “Look at that wanna cum so bad, wanna make a mess on Kyle’s tongue huh, darlin’?”

All that left her was a moan into Soap’s mouth at Price’s words. His fingers were pulling at her nipples as she came. Her fingers gripping Gaz’s hair as she moaned loudly into Soap’s mouth. He didn’t relent as he seemed to swallow all of her moans.

When Gaz pulled away so did Soap allowing her to see the man lick his lips clean. A smile on his face as he sat up caressing her inner thigh, “still tasting good I see.”

His words left her a mess almost as much as Ghost was about to leave her. She knew the moment Gaz stepped away what was going to happen. Her eyes found Ghost as he made his way between her legs. His large hands gripping her thighs parting her legs a bit more. The sound of kissing faint as Soap tasted her off of Gaz’s lips.

“You’re so pretty, lovie,” Ghost’s words distracted her from him entering her. A moan leaving her lips as she felt him slowly sink into her. “Always so fuckin’ tight too,” he praised.

His words and actions left her feeling fuzzy inside. Just as she thought that would be enough she felt kisses trailing down her stomach. “Love everything about you, darlin’. Look at how pretty you are taking Simon’s cock. Making him feel so good,” his words rang loud in her ears. “Tell me how pretty you are, we wanna hear you darlin’.”

She was used to their reassurance and love but it always felt different when they were intimate. It seemed to cement just how much they truly meant what they said. How they showed her body love in the most intimate of ways. “I’m very pretty,” she choked out when Price left a hickey on her thigh.

As Ghost’s speed picked up he caged her between his arms. His face dropping to the crook of her neck, his breath fanning her skin. “Gonna put a baby in you, let you carry around proof that we love you.”

Shuddering she whimpered at his words while he thrusted ruthlessly into her. It wasn’t long until she was clamping around his cock. Her eyes fluttering shut when she came around him. In return he gasps sharply as her pussy milks him for all that he has.

It served as a reminder even after they cleaned up. She stood in front of the mirror again after the shared shower between them. Behind her stood Price whose hands were on her bare hips. “Look at you, the prettiest woman there is.” He would whisper in her ear as he left kisses along her shoulder. “Regardless of how you feel about yourself I promise you that we aren’t thinking those same bad things you are. You look sexy and it’s okay to not be what you think you should be. We love how you look, darlin’.”

Nodding her head she tears up watching him leave kisses on her skin in the mirror. It was reassuring in ways she had never experienced before. With them she knew she would be loved, they would always make that clear to her.

Soap peeked his head into the bathroom with squinted eyes, “Ye let Si pump a baby intae ye afore ah cuid? ah wis th' yin wha said it first” he tells her.

A laugh left her lips as she listens to him, “I’m sorry,” said said to him. Shaking his head he holds his hand out, “Na sorry, wur aboot tae dae that now.”

Translations again I want to thank my friend who was able to tell me how to write Soap’s words properly. He’s a real one <33 For words like baby, first, maybe a few more I changed them because my keyboard hates the word bairn for some reason.

Whit urr ye daein'? - What are you doing?

Ye? - You?

Shut th' hell up, afore ah pat a baby in ye tae prove it. - Shut the hell up, before I put a baby in you to prove it

Tell thaim - Tell them

Ye'r perfect fur us, we kin aye prove that - You’re perfect for us, we can always prove that

Ye keek sae bonny lik' this, lass - You look so beautiful like this, girl

Ye let Si pump a baby intae ye afore ah cuid? ah wis th' yin wha said it first - You let Si pump a baby into you before I could? I was the one who said it first.

Na sorry, wur aboot tae dae that now. - No sorry, we’re about to do that now

[roxannehidgens]

[Ping!! New texts from Ruth!]

ROXYROXYROXY

Do you maybe wanna come over and maybe we could watch starwars or maybe a musical

I baked some cookies if you want those

( @ruthie-fleming )

(ooc: HEYYYY feel free to answer this whenever!! no pressure /gen)

OH MY GOD ?? HI BABY <33 I’D LOVE TO !! CAN WE WATCH HEATHERS :33

[nomoreeeee]

heh.. heyyyy guys..!!! I’m back but with rodeo boys & more practice on max cause looking back?..

max was atrocious in those whiteboards <33

[ssweetleaf]

Heyyyy I just discovered your blog like literally 10 minutes ago (I'm alr obsessed with the fics btw) but GIRL that Carman fic was HEAVENLY I love it so much!!! sooo we know how he treats you when your a bad girl I was wondering if you could write a fic ab how he treats you when your a good girl if u if yk what I mean lmaooo anyways love the fics <3333

heyyy, thanks so much for the sweet words, i’m glad you loved the fic you’re the best !! <33

—♡—

With you Carmen was sweetness personified.

Intent on keeping his girl doted upon, he’d coo and praise you whenever he got the chance to, mouthing small, but chaste little kisses to the expanse of your cheeks, nosing into your neck and inhaling the inebriating scent of the perfume you’d always press to your skin— murmuring little utterances, how good you are, how gorgeous, how fucking polite, anything that’d spring to mind.

So, it was no different when he had your knees pressed to your chest, big, callused hands pushing at your thighs and keeping them in place, thumbs and fingers digging in and causing your skin to bloom— something he’d keep in mind to tend to later.

“There y’go,” he breathed, cock sinking into your puffy cunt, ruddy tip nudging and dragging against your gummy walls, pulling out just to push back in with an even deeper thrust. “takin’ it so well, sweetheart.”

You gasped out, cheeks warming at his words along with the constant drips of arousal that trickled out with each of Carmy’s outward thrusts, trickling down the crack of your ass and saturating the sheets beneath you both.

“See,” he cooed, bringing a single palm up to graze his knuckles against your chin, “my poor baby thought it wouldn’t fit, but I told ya you’d be able to take it, didn’t I, hm?”

You nodded, tearfully sobbing, cheeks all stained with long mascara tracks, a trait of yours that had his dick throbbing whenever he caught sight of your ruined makeup.

“M’always right, ain’t I, honey?” The room was filled with the wet ‘schlicking’ sounds of your cunt, the sharp slapping of his balls upon your ass and your quickened breaths that heaved at your chest. “Come on, speak up— there’s a good girl.”

“Daddy’s always right,” you whined, clenching around his thickness, your hands clawing at any part of him you could reach. “a-always.”

“Such a good girl— such a fuckin’ daddy’s girl, huh?” His coos had you melting into the mattress, soft ‘uh, uh, uh’s’ tumbling from your throat, “always doin’ as I say, my— shit— my best girl, my only girl.”

[perseruna]

heyyyy do you have any details/sources for the ca*ill being a jackass thing? ngl i watch twn for yen and jaskier so i was already planning on continuing to season 4 but i'd love some reasons to be actively excited for the actor switch. but i haven't kept up on the behind-the-scenes stuff so i'm kinda lost on that front if you're up for sharing any of what you know!

okay guys buckle up this is THE anti henry cavill megathread xoxo

First of all him dating a teenager as a 33 year old fully grown man literally gross and disgusting.

Also as this quote implies they started dating a year prior and only went public when she was 19 so they supposedly started dating when she was 18.

His entire dating history is a MESS. Sure the women he dated are not him, but he chose to date them, I wouldn't even associate myself with people like these let alone be in a relationship with them. He dated the infamous transphobic TERF Gina Carano, albeit before her loud controversy, but I doubt her harmful views were any different back then. His current gf has a history of doing black face.

His "Me Too" comments.

His comments on the Me Too movement are literally so vile. If you don’t want to be called a rapist, just don’t rape women, it’s literally as simple as that. They’re even more foul because they’re promoting the idea that women lie about their abusive for fame, promoting that harmful rhetoric especially in our times is incredibly dangerous.

Now onto his on set behavior.

We can't talk about his set behavior without mentioning the deuxmoi set leak. Here's the transcript of it:

[Transcript:

There’s something I really really wanted to read to you guys--it has to do with why Henry Cavill left The Witcher. I know that was something that you guys were super interested in when it happened, and I just recently got this message. Somebody was like “Hey, do you want to know what really went down?” And I was like “Sure!” So let me just read it. It says:

“At the beginning of the show, Henry was good to work with. A lot of difficult demands that made people feel like he wasn’t a team player, but that’s not unusual for a really big star. Though in TV it truly usually doesn’t happen until the second season. But in season two and three something shifted and he became really impossible for women to work with, which is always a big problem, but even worse here because the showrunner is a woman. He would try to overrule her and try to get changes made last minute across the board without her knowledge, which, if you know anything about showrunning, is completely fucked. The showrunner has to sign off on every miniscule detail down to the buttons on a costume. Female writers and directors were suddenly being completely ignored on set, unable to do their jobs. Every department head was complaining. He started making comments—it wasn’t a sexual thing, he wasn’t grabbing anyone or being lewd, but it was disrespectful and toxic all the same.

“He is deeply addicted to video games, to the point where it was like working with any other addict. He was distracted, he was late, he was obsessive, and a lot of people think the misogyny came from gamer world. Video game bro language is not how you talk to coworkers, and he wouldn’t stop. Someone on the show compared it to watching someone get brainwashed by QAnon, like his whole personality shifted. Eventually his disrespect escalated. He would rewrite scenes without even alerting the other actors in the scenes until it was time to shoot. He decided that he didn’t want any romantic scenes at all—no kissing scenes, no shirtless scenes, et cetera. He wanted complete control of storylines but really had no idea of the limitations of TV, structure, budget, et cetera. He formed a weird alliance with one writer who was also a gamer, who eventually got fired after multiple HR complaints were made and after that writer left, Henry did anything he could to hold up production and cause problems.

“Eventually top brass at Netflix was tired of him costing them money with delays and HR investigations and the showrunner was asked to construct a potential exit for him. Netflix reached out to him personally and he was given one final warning, and violated that warning with an email he sent to the entire writing staff right after that meeting. That was it. It’s very disappointing.”

End transcript.]

Now believe me or not, but I know from a really good source that the leak was indeed real.

There's a lot of patterned behavior that tracks with what we know of him and his past controversies.

After that leak came out, there was a lot of people from different places coming to comment that ‘yes’ they’ve heard a very similar story adding a little bit more details of their own.

this quickly deleted tweet from one of the writers/producers:

there were rumors about him being an asshole to Anya specifically.

He went on record that he doesn't "understand" sex scenes. Which I know the sex discourse is rampant nowadays and each to their own, but he specifically signed up for a role that requires those scenes and then refused to do them and was allegedly nasty to Anya about it and with the way he talks about women...

Also it’s important to touch upon the “writer he had a weird alliance with” that man in question is Beau DeMayo of the recent fame of getting fired by Marvel from X-Men ‘97. He was previously allegedly fired from The Witcher for being emotionally and physically abusive. And he allegedly got fired from X-Men for being abusive as well. One of The Witcher writers tweeted this after Beau smeared them for “disliking the books” Beau was literally the first person to start that narrative.

The fact that it was HIS idea not to say lines of his dialogue in S1 and instead grunt. To the point that Joey had to take Henry’s lines and make it his own, so the plot would make sense, he talks about it in this interview: https://www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=Oyh0t117t0U&, and then once S2 press arrived Henry was talking about how he was trying to fight the big bad writers to give him more lines. Ridiculous.

Everyone is already pointing out that the cast looks so much happier without him, and it’s very true. Henry was never present on close to any BTS pics from filming the previous seasons, or on any cast dinners or birthdays. He wouldn't even do any shared interviews with the other three mains but only had solo interviews which to me was giving disrespectful like you're an ensemble you’re not the only lead here. It felt like he was above them to sit down and answer questions with them. When they were doing press junkets in Brazil and Poland Anya, Joey and Freya would always arrive together and leave together with that man leaving all the events early and by himself. And like people who post quotes from the cast about him being perfect from press junkets as “proof” are insane to me like Obviously they’re going to say nice things about him, not only they're newcomers, and he's an established industry name, but they’re doing PRESS for a show that he’s a STAR of (well, was lmao)

The fact that he never defended Anya from the racist trolls, even though most of them were HIS fans. Like she had to go through so much and that man couldn’t make a single comment about it as a leading man BUT he could make a whole IG post because people were being mean to his gf and calling her out for doing blackface.

And sure people might say that a lot of these are unverified sources, and I’d get it if it was a singular case, but there are a ton of these accounts that all match each other. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

[rabbit-or-rib]

Heyyyy pookie

Whenever reading ur things with Tim you always bring up bros strength

:3 maybe some headcanon on what he does w his strength (sfw or nsfw idc ily pookie)

🐟

FISHY UR FINDING THOUGHTS IN MY BRAIN I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS HAVINGGGGGG

[ NSFW ] 🚬 Tim Wright x gn!reader sfw + nsfw headcanons about his strength

SFW ;

imma be honest this part's gonna be short

BUT NEVERTHELESS

i said it in my last Tim post, but he loves to feel like the man of the house !!!!

let him lift up furniture for you to clean under, tell him where you wanna move that desk, this man wants to show off in the most "covert" of ways

if you like to wear heels, or you just end up getting tired when the two of you are out on a walk or somethin like that he'll pick you up princess style and carry you the rest of the way :))

NSFW ;

I'VE SAID IT ONCE AND I'LL SAY IT AGAIN !!!!!!

he loves to be holding you/picking you up during sex !!!! feeling you grip onto his shoulders just a little tighter, how your legs squeeze around him- he eats it up

speaking of which 😸😸😸

as much as he loves your thighs and feeling them shake and squeeze around his head when he's getting you off, sometimes they get in his way (or so he tells you, totally not so he can leave fingerprint bruises for you to find later) and he pins them down to the bed, leaving you with barely any room to move out of his grasp

his strength also applies to keeping you in complex positions- if he wants to fuck you from the back and play with your chest at the same time, he's taking your wrists in one hand to pull your back right up to his chest while his other hand is free to do what it pleases

and he just. does not get tired of it.

yes, Tim's absolutely a grumpy old man, however he is a grumpy old man who is getting what he wants !!!!!!!!

if you wanna ride him, expect to be doing about half the work you normally would cus he loves to have a grip on your ass and bounce you as fast as he wants, uses you like a real pretty toy when he's in the mood <33