#his breath hitching

[taogura]

neuvifuri is honestly such a good ship… the flavours are unmatched. what do you mean you spent 400+ years at the side of the usurper (but she wasn’t really the usurper, was she?), watching from afar those humans she holds so dear, trying to see in them what you cannot seem to find in yourself (a reason, perhaps?), trusting her, getting to know her, caring for her, even. but then that trust is questioned— because you know she’s trying, you know she cares, but the time is ticking and you don’t know anything and what if there is no solution? now you care for those humans (you care for her), you need to protect them. so you betray her (a gentle trap is a trap nonetheless), and you watch her put her life on the line to protect whatever secret she’s hiding (she could’ve died in front of your eyes), you read her death sentence (you sentenced her) and even at the last moment you hope she’ll do something, she’ll prove you all wrong, that she— she’s not going to let herself get executed. and you still cannot move (you killed her)

[drksnctury]

ohh im not okay

[ginpotts]

LOVE GAME IN EASTERN FANTASY 永夜星河 ✧ 2024 ✧ Episode 27

Mother heard I went downhill. She came to look for me.

[saturnaous]

I just remembered I can do whatever the fuck i want forever and ever. here's a bunch of miscellaneous drawings or whatever.

these two are just my general hc that when Ingo gets eeby deebied, Emmet takes over the singles line as well on alternating days and wears one of Ingos bajillion coats on single line days.

these three are from the other night of talking with my boytoy. we were talking about how Ingo and Emmet can probably perfectly(to untrained ears) imitate train horns and whistles. then we were talking about Ingo and his Big Feelings at a wedding and how he'd be sobbing in the corner the whole time. I like gogo a lot and his sobbing train noises

boytoy ate raw spaghetti. was bemmet type behavior. plus the starer.

the last two are because I think for the years Ingo is gone Emmet has been stretching himself thin running the station trying to juggle what both he and his brother would be doing and it leaves him EXGHAUSTED. When Ingo comes back and gets into the groove of things and he's able to even slightly relax, it hits him like a truck and he finds himself genuinely incapable of doing the tasks he needs to do. Gear Station is surprisingly more hectic for the first handful of weeks Ingo is back because Emmet isn't doing his duties. neat to me.

full doodle page btw.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I don't have the energy to actually write much about Sebastian knowing proper choking techniques, so just a quick thought:

Ignoring an obvious kinky undertone that I strongly get the vibe from for Seb, I judt know he's been choked a time or two and has picked up techniques through bascially osmosis, lmao, what if Seb knows how to choke someone properly because of his role for Bucky? The winter soldier does it a shit ton. He had to have been trained for that. Stunts don't fuck around and choreography takes time to learn. Time that, Chris, we know, takes less of. He picks up stunts wildly fast, being shown beats back to back and parroting them perfectly. Seb, like a normal human, takes more time.

So, Sebastian probably worked a lot more with the stunt doubles and stunt performers before finally having Chris show up for a few practice runs before the final shot.

They practice a lot.

They test a few different camera angles, trying to figure out exactly how to solve this artistic problem. The tension pulls Chris' muscles into a tangled knot of anticipation. He could vibrate out of his fucking skin.

The intensity of that repeat repeat repeat, hand-around-your-neck problem solving is hell. Sisyphean if the boulder were pressing on your throat and you liked it. It's the closest Chris has been to Seb. Maybe. They've shot lots of scenes. Lots of stunts. None quite like this, though. Even when they were wrestling, all but fucking grinding, for Captain America: Winter Soldier, Chris at least knew how terribly torturous that would be, how much he would struggle through gritted teeth not to get hard. Here, now, he didn't expect this. It hits.

It's good.

It shouldn't be. But it is.

Chris has been fucking lusting after Seb hard since that first film--who could stare up at Sebastian (standing on an apple box to give the illusion hieght difference for skinny Steve) and not fall madly in love lust with such a pretty man--and needing to have his fist, cold and hard yet so gentle and caring every time they call cut, wrapped around his throat for his fuckin' job only makes it worse.

It was worse already when Seb showed up to set jacked outta fucking control, looking thick as fuck, prowling around, heavy and taking up space but still being so fucking sweet.

It's worse than worse the next morning when Chris rolls over in bed, sleeping naked, to feel a low, thrumming ache deep in the tendons and muscles of his throat to go with the gentle, expected pulse of morning wood between his legs--he knows how he gets on set with Sebastian, so close to him, breathing in his cologne, watching his face evolve, choking back the constant urge to praise his skill, his beauty, his everything.

Chris knows, immediately, with such a sensation around his neck even without the assistance of a mirror that he's got bruising, probably faint. He's just pale enough for it to show, he's sure, but, yes, bruising.

Huh.

Chris swallows on reflex, his mouth suddenly dry, then again on purpose, reveling in the ghostly, intimate sensation of squeezing touch. Tight. Touch. Just enough constriction to make him start to feel the edge of dizzy, like being tipsy.

Yeah.

The memories of yesterday lazily replay in Chris' tired mind.

A shiver rolls through him, leaving behind an army of goosebumps raised over his bare skin despite the heat of his body trapped in his bedsheets. The idea of Sebastian touching him--touching him--his mark left on his body, pressed into his skin, reminding him of exactly what he did, grabbed him and pulled him close, biceps fucking bulging, shoulders shifting, eyes so intense, mouth pink, face, just, like that.

God.

Chris remains in his bed, swallowing, sweating, and... thinking... for a little longer than he should.

He's late for his call time.

And he absolutely does not blush when the makeup artist clicks their tongue, carefully brushing their fingers across his jaw this way and that to get a sense of the bruising, and tells him he should ask the director for a raise. The stunt performers get adjustments, you know, when they take a really hard fall, so should you. That, or, see if you can bruise Seb up in return--they don't mean it, everyone loves Seb on set. It's impossible not to, look at the guy!

Chris doesn't want a raise. He doesn't want... he wants... he kinda wants Seb to do it again. He might really want to ask Seb to show him how so he can use it against him 🥴🥴 He wants red-faced and gasping and hitching breaths that are more moans than anything else, he wants eyes rolling back, he wants trembling, he wants lips loosely whimpering tighter, harder, more, please 😮‍💨

[saturnyukaa]

giggling very hard thinking about tristeva at yumalia’s wedding because while i KNOW tot heavily rushed the wedding so we barely saw any reactions (or much of. yknow, ANYTHING.), they were most definitely sobbing uncontrollably and clutching onto eachother for dear life the entire time

[chandralia]

that blindfold challenge where someone has to guess who’s kissing them?? yeah Bakugo says “Deku” before their lips even touch, they’ve never kissed before either

[stranded-labyrinth]

my ideal post fall dynamic is Will as the classic grumbly whiskey and beer drinking American husband and Hannibal as the ever doting housewife and no i do not accept criticism

[ahopefulbromantic]

I was thinking about the great flood in Genesis. And suddenly I thought:

What if all the waters of the flood were His tears?

"They're hurting..." God said to Himself. "I wanted them to be so happy, but they're hurting each other... Destroying themselves! Every day they cry out to me, beging for this torment to stop... There's too much pain, too much suffering, My Son, they cannot take it anymore, I cannot take it anymore!..."

Humans were made in the image of God. For example, like God they would weep when they saw evil and injustice. Like God's, their eyes would well up with tears that streamed down their faces. Like God's, their hearts would break.

God's face became grim. "I regret creating them."

"But..." it softened at once, "I can't just destroy them, I-I can't, I love them! Oh, Noah! My dear Noah, he's good, he, he doesn't deserve to die! We can't have him die...!"

"We won't."

God decided to talk with Noah. He told him how to build an ark, down to the exact measurements that would surely save him. And Noah did all that the Lord commanded him.

It didn't completely soothe the heaviness in God's holy heart. It didn't stop His eyes from stinging, His chin from shaking. But at least His Noah would be safe, and that's what mattered.

After many years of trying to keep it together, of silent, secret goodbyes, the ark was finished.

"Dad..." the Word approached His Father, as tearful as Him. "It's okay, You won't hurt them. You don't have to hold back anymore. You can let it out now."

And God began to cry.

All the fountains of the great deep were broken up. He cried for 40 days and 40 nights. He cried with the whole Trinity. He cried with all the tears of those who were hurt by the evil in the world. He wailed and weeped with grief as His tears flooded the whole Earth.

Every living substance was destroyed which was upon the face of the ground.

Only Noah remained alive, and they that were with him in the ark.

[ilsaethan]

they invented eye-fucking

[magicalgirlchar]

No bc in the opening sandray scene where they're talking outside smoking and the subtle pangs of hurt and jealousy that wash over Ray's face when first Sand doesn't light his cigarette for him and then second when Sand says they were never friends. Khaotung is an actor he ACTS!

[glitterrosesnzz]

thought that won't leave me alone: L/ucifer, during the Eden Era, trying to claim that angels just. don't sneeze. like at all.

so L/ilith challenges him to not sneeze while she induces him- which he fails at of course. he hides behind his wings when he sneezes and then tries to claim that he didn't actually sneeze at all but like. L/ilith isn't believing that shdlfkjsdlfkds

and to add insult to injury. she's using one of L/ucifer's own feathers to induce him.

[nayeliq1]

June 9th, prompt: Cowboy Boots

"Come on out, Cas!"

"Do I really have to?"

Cas' grumbled reply was muffled by the closed bathroom door between them.

"What? You sayin' you don't like the gift I got you? Don't be a baby, lemme see!"

The door opened, and out came Cas, visibly grumpy Angel of the Lord, dressed in his usual shirt and pants and- Dean's mouth fucking watered at the sight - a pair of brand new cowboy boots.

"I look ridiculous", Cas stated, squinting down at his feet in affront.

"You look-" Dean swallowed. Hot as Hell.

He could see the moment Cas picked up on the way Dean was staring at him, the tiniest of smiles forming at the corner of the angel's mouth and softening the annoyed crease in his brow.

Cas gave him a fond eye-roll, sighing theatrically.

"The things I do for love", he muttered, making Dean grin.

"Alright, Jaime Lannister." Dean crossed the distance between them, arms circling around Cas' waist. "Whine all you like, but those stay on."

For @starcrosseddeancas Dreamy Drabbles

[stunie]

hmm lately just thinking about kissing/marking up umemiya's neck while straddling his lap 🥰 (btw love your writing sm <3)

AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH (squeezing you 🫂) !!!! but okay i think i should stop fooling around with you all and finally make an adjustment to my pinned bc i was being a little silly and put my req status pretty deep into my blog >: am sorry for being unclear !! -> reqs / thirsts r closed rn HOWEVER however nonnie letttt me answer ur ask bc i will not pass up an opportunity to talk about ume <333

[masonsbfgaming]

thinking about val and mason

[tetzoro]

aims i think that gif might’ve just altered smth in my brain chemistry...... i hope you're prepared to be held accountable bc um (๑/////๑ " )..

no ada bc i can’t stop watching it, can’t stop thinking of it …. listen … i need someone to write the fic we are all thinking about rn !!!!!