#hmmm. 🫠

[l3viat8an]

Beel brainrot he’s such a big big softie and I love him because of that but he’s also a cocky shit and just HUGE his shoulders and BIG hands he can lift you like it’s nothing no matter how much you weigh and he takes pride in that. But more then anything he loves that whenever you’re near him, you just seem so small and the way he’s cannon had you sit on his back so he can do PUSH-UPS HE IS SO JACKED AND I NEED HIM CARNALITY.

Feeding my own size kink I fear 😣

Beel brainrot is some of the best <3 he’s just so big ‘n fuckin’ hot!!!

And!- and!!!- just imagine being at the gym with Beel! you’re there to ‘spot him’ drool over him <3

He’s all sweaty, his tank top is sticking to his chest when he asks you to help with his next set!! It’s adorable how eager you are to help~

Beel sits on the floor in-front of the bench and pulls you down into his lap, facing away from him and at the huge gym mirror -fuck you really do look small in his lap- you hear Beel say something about how he wants to work on his core strength- and he tells you, you’re the perfect wight for a quick warm up!!

Making sure you’re as comfortable as you can be, he starts hip thrusting up into you…..it’s a little clumsy at first, so naturally, Beel puts his hands on your hips to keep you steady ofc.

When Beel’s done playing with you- warming up he sits there with you in his lap for a minute….he leans down to press a few, quick kisses along your flushed neck, before he makes eye contact with you in the big gym mirror and winks, “Wanna help me in the shower?”

[mrsfitzgerald]

vienna 🫠🫣

[partof-mydestiny]

[aexonn]

School is in 3 weeks, I'm gonna die 🫠

I'm not an organized person so I try to have a schedule to have at least the minimum I HAVE to do, but I think I'm gonna struggle working with it even if I have to... Just cleaning my room is a struggle I'm dying 😔

WISH ME LUCK GUYS

[lovesomehate]

Help this crush is now an obsession - 31/??

Bonus:

Hmmmmm

[syrinq]

something something quirks running in the same bloodline. aka sy meets her niece and thus far she's a near carbon copy of me when i was a young piece of shit:

short hair

loves eating 10 million raisins

picks out the shrimps & prawn from a meal and leaves the rest

eats stuff like bread by small nibbles like some kind of squirrel

can't sit still and needs some kind of entertainment

doesn't care about nor acknowledge nor talk to any person ever unless it's someone important (her mom. she only turns into a blabbing machine with her mom)

needs to go apeshit and do monkey business 24/7

collects "something weird" (travel pamphlets at train station kiosks)

has a nosebleed problem

also possible eye issues if they don't fix that before she's 7yo

asks 10 million questions and wants to see everything by getting uppies

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

May I say just Tyler pulling you close to him while you’re staying safe from a tornado hmmm

A lil protective moment with him is all I want 🫠🫠. Ask and you shall receive, my dear.

Pairing; Tyler Owen’s x reader

Word count; 1.2k (I got carried away just a little)

cw; tornadoes, rodeos, idk what else? FLUFFF AND a sprinkle of angst.

“Is this how they do it in Texas too?”

You looked up at the man beside you, his green eyes stilled on you. You were focusing on the rodeo he’d brought you to, men out on horses and bulls, taming the wild animals, riding their fears.

You looked back Tyler, he was still focused on you and not on the game. Heat rose to your cheeks, turning them into a red mess as you rubbed your hands nervously on the fat of your thighs. It was too hot to wear anything but jean shorts and a tank.

“Pretty much, not different from how they originally used to do back in the early days actually. But Texans have their pride.” You didn’t really have the accent to be taken as someone from Houston, but the badges- fabric patches with Velcro- you wore on your jeans at all times were evident enough of how proud you were to be from Texas.

The man chuckled, his eyes getting just a little smaller as crinkles formed around them, his cheeks lifting forming into a beautiful smile on his lips.

“Well ain’t that the right way to do it”

You both laughed, turning back to the rodeo. You tried to get a little bit comfortable in your seat, adjusting yourself before deciding to just sit a little bit straighter. Your hands reach for the arm rests, expecting the cold metal to make contact, but it never happens, instead your met with a warm, calloused palm of Tyler’s. He’s a little surprised at first, you both are, he slowly gathers the courage and weaves his hand through yours, helping you adjust.

You keep a hold of his hand, looking at him wide eyed and he’d say you look like a deer caught in headlights but that won’t do the justice to how beautiful your eyes look right now. The way sweat glistened on your body, your lips parted and slightly heavy breath of yours that fans his face. You’re mere inches away but it feels too far to him. He needs to feel you, feel those lips on his, caress your soft skin under his rough hands an-

A loud siren buzzes through the arena snapping the two of you out of it. A tornado siren. You felt the continuous buzz of the alert through your jeans, looking back at Tyler with the same look in your eyes.

We gotta get out of here.

And so, in a very calm yet hasty manner, you and Tyler take off. Calmly brushing past the crowd and scared civilians to get to his truck. It might not be enough to stay in there but you may have enough time to get somewhere safe.

Think think think, where is safe? And suddenly it hits you.

Your hands are still attached, his hand squeezing yours a little too tight when he feels like you might get swallowed by the rushing crowd.

“I got it!”

You finally get to his truck, quickly getting in and driving.

Tyler is scared, but the way a smile forms at your lips, he almost forgets you’re in the middle of fucking life and death.

“You got somewhere close?”

You nod, giving him the directions as he hits the gas on full. It’s an old bunker you found literally yesterday when you came out to explore the town. Trying to figure out places that could be safe for the people to evacuate to. It is small, enough to fit around two or three people and you hope it’s not jammed up for the two of you to seek shelter.

The tornado is not far behind. Gaining speed and strength as it chases the two of you. You’re not ready, this was not in the plan and you’re certain that today is not the day you’ll die. Not when you’ve just stared to get to know him.

Tyler strategically positions his car, activating the drills as the two of you exit, running towards the patch of metal in the middle of the farm field.

He gets to it first, letting go of your hand mid sprint to open it up for you. Letting you climb down before getting in, the metal trap door a little too heavy with the winds and rain for him to completely shut it. So he leaves it open, letting the cold rain pour down into the bullet as he reaches for you.

You’re holding onto the pipelines, not having it in you to move further because of the wind. You feel his hand on your waist, holding onto you for dear life as your grip on the pipes tightens. One hand holding onto you and the other onto the pipe right above you, Tyler grounds himself on the floor. His feet turned soon as he tried not to move. Your hand comes up to where his rests on your waist, clutching it tighter before he pulls you even closer, chest to back.

You can feel his heart pounding, like your own, against your back. You’re both heaving. Your heavy breathes turning into calmer ones as your eyes closed, trying to breathe in his scent, feeling the way his arm feels around you. Thinking about anything but the giant tornado above your head. The smell of him engulfs you and you find yourself thinking and wanting to feel is him, him, him, him.

It’s enough. The sheer skin to skin contact, the smell of your hair right under his nose, the feel of his hot breath on your neck. It sends shivers down both of your spines and in no time the sky clears and the wind and rain passes over. The tornado moved or completely died, you’re not sure.

But you’re sure about the man that is still latched to you. Holding onto for dear life. The way he’s nuzzling his nose into your hair, his lips brushing against your scalp and leaving tiny kisses you can barely make out.

“It’s gone” your voice is nothing but a whisper. You turn in his arms, his hand still attached to your waist as you look up at him through wet lashes.

He has this wild look in his eyes, concern, fear, and love all moulded into one. You feel them dart to your lips, and back to your eyes before his other hand comes up to brush some hair from your face.

“Thank you for that” he whispers, “if you hadn’t known about this place, I’d probably be dead”

You give him a smile, squeezing his arm before snaking your way out of his grasp.he reluctantly lets go of you, wanting to keep contact with your soft skin and that close proximity that kept you warm. But he lets you go, you’re shaken, just a little bit. This wasn’t your first tornado, but god it felt like you both were about to die there.

He helps you get back up, climbing up the ladder just behind you.

The walk back to the truck is quiet, you’re only half an arm length away from him but it feels too far.

He opened the door to the passenger seat, letting you in before getting into the drivers seat himself. Letting out a long breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in before deciding to break the silence.

“So, you know anymore rodeos that end like that?”

A/n; The ending feels rushed, idk? I hope you liked it!! Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated, lovies🫶🏻🫶🏻.

[dreamingofep]

Oh these vampire vibes are so good😈 🫠

elvis preforming at the LV international (7-31-69) 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

gives off some vamp elvis vibes + him in black is 🤤🤤🤤

[red-moon-at-night]

why have I never turned off endless scrolling before on this hellsite. this is so much less overwhelming holy shit

[yuyu1024]

ATEEZ...hmmm them driving cars....🫠 ugh

This genre is driving me insane....😭

[nobodiesreallyhere]

what would happen if innocent!reader got high off bestfriend!rafe’s weed for the first time?

warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), cussing

(𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾．𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒🫠🫠)

rafe knew this was a bad idea the second she even mentioned wanting to try weed. she was already a lot sober—whiny, dramatic, needy as hell. throwing being high into the mix? absolute chaos. but, like always, he couldn’t say no to her. or, more accurately, he did say no, and she pouted, clung to him, and begged until he gave in. and now?

now he was dealing with the consequences. she was sitting cross-legged on his bed, staring at her hands like they were the most interesting thing she had ever seen in her life. her hair was messy from how many times she had run her fingers through it, and her doe eyes were glassy, completely unfocused. her cheeks were flushed, her deep dimples showing as she smiled lazily at nothing.

rafe leaned against his dresser, watching her with mild amusement and a lot of patience. “what’s going on in that dumb little head of yours, huh?”

she blinked at her hands a few more times before looking up at him with zero warning. “i think i forgot how to breathe.”

rafe stared at her. “…what.”

her eyes widened slightly, panic creeping into her expression. “no, like—i was just breathing and now i’m thinking about it and it’s like…am i doing it right?” she put her hands on her chest, taking a deep, exaggerated breath before letting it out. “do i sound weird? i feel like i sound weird.”

rafe sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “jesus christ, doll, you’re literally fine.”

she didn’t look convinced. “but what if i forget again?”

“you’re not gonna forget how to breathe.”

“but what if i do?”

“you won’t.”

“but—”

“y/n.” rafe gave her a look. “you’ve been breathing your whole life. i promise you, your body’s got it covered.”

she stared at him for a second before breaking into a slow smile. “oh. okay.”

rafe shook his head, already exhausted, but at least she wasn’t panicking anymore. he sat on the edge of the bed, watching as she flopped onto her back, stretching her arms above her head with a dazed little giggle. “why do my fingers feel so long?” she mused, wiggling them in front of her face.

“maybe ‘cause they are long, dumbass.”

she gasped, looking at him like he had just said something life-changing. “oh my god. you’re so right.”

rafe chuckled, shaking his head. “you’re ridiculous.”

“mmm.” she hummed in agreement, rolling onto her side to face him. “you’re kinda blurry.”

“no, you’re just high as shit.”

“hmmm. maybe.” she smirked lazily, eyes heavy-lidded as she reached for him, weakly grabbing onto his arm. “you should lay with me.”

“oh yeah?” rafe raised a brow. “why’s that?”

she pouted. ”’cause i feel weird and you make me feel better.”

she tugged at his arm again, even though she didn’t have the strength to actually move him. rafe sighed, but he couldn’t deny her, so he kicked off his shoes and laid down next to her. she immediately curled into his side, her tiny frame molding against him like it was second nature.

“mmm, you’re warm.” she sighed happily, nuzzling into his chest.

“that’s usually what happens when someone’s alive, doll.”

“shhhh.” she patted his chest weakly, already halfway asleep. “you talk too much.”

“says you.” rafe scoffed, but she didn’t respond.

when he looked down, her eyes were fluttering shut, her breathing slowing as she relaxed completely against him.

he smirked, shaking his head as he pulled the blanket over her. “lightweight.”

she just hummed in response, already lost in her own little world. and rafe? well, he just laid there, letting her cling to him like always, already knowing she was never letting him hear the end of this once she sobered up.

❥𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴：requests anyone🤠?

[muddyorbsblr]

relinquish the crown: a special treat

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: Season 3, happy & married era

Summary: You had a special surprise planned for your husband on the morning of his birthday, but Loki had other plans

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 464

Warning/s: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers don't even--); cunnilingus; themes of incest (he's adopted but still) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: not much, really…

Dick-tionary: approach the entire piece with caution

Dawn had just begun to break through the night sky in Asgard when you woke, contentment washing over you as you saw the peaceful silhouette of Loki's features. "Happy Birthday, husband," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his bare chest, just above his heart.

Much as you wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms just for a while longer, you reluctantly made a motion to remove yourself from his embrace. However you didn't make much progress, getting pulled back into his arms straight away, a little smirk playing at his mouth.

"And just where do you think you're going at such an early hour, little Princess?" he queried, the gravelly tone of his voice already making you squirm from the wetness pooling between your legs.

"The kitchens," you answered him truthfully. "I've asked the staff to prepare a special treat for you today and I wish to be there. Ensure that everything will turn out as I instructed."

"Hmmm…how solicitous of you, my love," he said softly, fingertips tantalizingly tracing along the length of your spine.

As more light began to fill the room, your stomach fluttered at the sight of his devilish grin as his eyes met yours. Before you could utter another word, a loud yelp slipped from your lips as he tightened his hold on you and effortlessly flipped you onto your back, sinfully large hands pinning your hips to the mattress. The sight of him looking down at you lustfully, locks of his long ebony hair hanging down and framing his face, quickly turned you into a dripping mess.

"However, you do not need to put forth any additional efforts to make this day special," he told you, leaning down to press a tender kiss to your lips, playfully nipping at your bottom lip before pulling away. "I am perfectly, blissfully happy. My life has been complete since the day you told me you returned my love."

He kissed his way down your body, smiling against your skin when you began to squirm under him when he made his way to your navel. You uttered his name in a breathy moan, wordlessly pleading for more.

"The only treat that I intend to indulge in is right here," he rasped, groaning into your skin when he kissed the back of your knee before parting your legs. "Ohh my darling wife…" His eyes flickered to your face, his features dark with salacious intent, before returning to your glistening entrance. "Always so ready for me."

Your moans filled your bedchambers as he placed your thighs on his shoulders, mercilessly feasting on you and bringing you to orgasm over and over again.

Needless to say neither of you managed to make your way out of bed until you were called to breakfast.

A/N: Ohh hey there 😳👀 So my thots went someplace and decided to make this drabble for Loki's birthday. I haven't written smut in so long, so please be kind I bruise easily in these trying times 🫠

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[certifiedfreec]

don’t mind me here, just imagining ghost giving you a drink with no glass 🫠

it’s a late night after a fairly monotonous day, and you’re sat on the couch as ghost rummages around in the kitchen. you hear the clinking of glasses and closing of cupboards, all happening over the low volume of whatever mind-numbing show is playing on the television. then the noise all stops, and you only hear his deep, husky voice from behind you: “fancy a drink?”

you turn your head over your shoulder, absentmindedly responding with a halfhearted “hmmm… sure, but not a whole lot please,” before returning to your zoned out state. he lets out a quiet hum before grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the counter and wordlessly making his way over to you. you don’t even register his presence until you feel a calloused hand brush along your cheek, cupping your chin and gently tilting your head back. your heart thumps in your chest when your now widened eyes meet ghost’s, and he commands as a murmur “open f’me.” he lifts the bottle slightly, indicating his intentions.

you’re unbelievably flustered when you comply, face turning bright red as you dutifully open your mouth for him. he’s biting back a grin while he caresses your jaw, standing over your form to tilt the bottle toward you. his watchful eyes never leave yours, and time seems to stop as the liquor pours past your lips. you’re not sure which is warmer- the whiskey spilling down your throat, or his large hand on your skin.

“that’s it…”

his praise makes your whole body flutter. once you swallow, ghost tilts the bottle back upright, holding back a chuckle before he closes your mouth for you. he moves to situate himself beside you on the couch, bringing one glass and the bottle with him, and he’s thoroughly amused at all of the inquisition written all over your face. what he did was so unexpected…but so hot.

he sets everything down on the coffee table to start making his drink, though you’re both well aware that his creation is soon to be abandoned anyway. with low-lidded eyes, he only offers a slight shrug to your silent questioning, and his cheeky response is stated as casually as it could be.

“said ya didn’t want much…i didn’t wanna waste another glass.”

[jikooklove9795]

thoughts on what happened?

https://x.com/jeonjtiddiez/status/1864011395487912003

Hi Anon 😊

Hmmm... This is not something new.

We have seen this before.

Let's take a look at these conversations between Jikook, shall we?

A)

Jimin: I'm tired

Jungkook: I'll let you get rest at home

B)

Jungkook: I'm so sleepy

Jimin: I'll keep you busy

The same energy in these conversations...

And this is what happens when they keep each other "busy" at nights:

1) Jikook arriving together with Jungkook spotting a hickey from Jimin

2) Jikook looking tired, sleepy and yawning. Why? Cause both of them didn't catch a wink of sleep the previous night (Jungkook's birthday)

3) Jikook in PTD LAS VEGAS 2022 were wild

So, wild that we got this too

(A huge shout out to @kanmom51 for pointing out this one in her post)

He loves holding that waist!!!

4) Jungkook barely able to keep his eyes open in his July 18 2023 live. Jimin flew back to SK on July 18 2023 after spending time together with Jungkook

You can watch the live here:

4) Jimin tired and falling asleep in AYS Jeju after he had a sleepover at Jungkook's place the other night 😅

Jungkook's stare here... Taking in all of Jimin 🫠

And now add this into the list:

Nice work Jimin. NICE WORK

Have a nice day Anon 👋🏻

Credits to the owner of the video

[eobe]

And Captain Rex again, showing off what I consider now the most attractive shoulder pauldron of the GAR 👀✨💙

But today I‘m here with a mission 🤩 I screeched 🦉 when I saw beeing tagged here (<-) thank you so much @justanotherdikutsimp and now you can call me the new stylist of the GAR hehehe 😎✨

Captain Rex himself mentioned to wear a topknot or even a Weequay braid in a joke. Ooooh, he shouldn’t have said that 🤩🙏

Hmmm, why not 👀✨ But grow this out…

The Weequay braid gives me Riders of Rohan vibes ✨😱🫠

What do you think and prefer? Also I've got the idea of hair and beard clone restyling on my project list since I have a masterlist (<-) full of my previous artworks, incoming projects and rambles collected and this thing already grown huge 👀

Still on my ongoing ALT text mission (1 additional ALT text for a previous artwork with each new art posting!):

Another Captain's reaction being flirted 😉

Taglist: @eclec-tech @lonewolflupe @bixlasagna @returnofthepineapple @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @vrycurious @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte

[sea-lanterns]

Mmmm, Hero AU. My inner comic book nerd vibrates with joy~!

Hmmm, admittedly Navia definitely fits the mold of Spiderman more in terms of personality and backstory (though that second one is a bit more superficial). But on the other hand... there's Yelan, who literally has the string. Plus her in-game abilities are all about tying up people.

I mean, you could go the multiverse route and have multiple Spiderwomen!Characters (which fun fact: there actually is a character named Spiderwoman in the comics! She's her own character though, with her own set of spider-themed powers!) but eh... kinda want to try to be creative than that, y'know? 😅

(Sidenote: Also yes, Nightwing is the grown up version of Robin. More exactly the first Robin (there's been like, 4 or 5 different characters who have taken on the mantle of Robin).)

💋Anon

Ah, multiple Genshin spiderwomen……I would cream myself 🫠

Yelan’s powers fit more in line with Spiderman considering she can easily shoot out strings and dangle from them, but Navia is so…Navia. I’m glad to know Navia fits the mold of Spiderman in terms of personality, she’s just so happy and bubbly, wanting to save everyone ahahhajdkwjdjw 🥺

It’s ok, since the Angeyverse exists then multiple Genshin spiderwomen also exist. Both Spiderman! Yelan and Navia can exist in different worlds <33