#hnnnng sorry

[bellamargu]

Been rewatching doctor who and MAAM MISSY MY BELOVED

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - Return of the Fly (1959)

[taxonomicons]

There is something so uniquely tragic about Colin Robinson in the sense that all the other vampires are clearly products of their upbringing, and their rich past is usually a primary motivating factor for their character. But Colin’s upbringing essentially never happened and he will never remember it- he is intentionally designed to be untethered to the world. Unknown.

[devdevlin]

If Tom Peremo took Hermione's wand, wouldn't Hermione think about buying a new wand?

Bold of you to assume he’d let her out of his sight 😌

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

mooning, swooning, and fawning over 1897-1910 undergarments, and the idea of having a complete set for myself. hankerchief hem flouncy open drawers... a long lacey chemise and soft cotton against skin... sturdy structure and support of a well and custom made corset.... all the flouncing and ruffles and lace of a nice petticoat.. the sheer ruffle and lace of a corset cover and all the poof.... ough... and lovely stockings and garters... maybe garters that attach via the corset itself...

[theperrylleluniverse]

Raymond Burr in Godzilla: King of the Monsters (1956)

[mrlowell]

Decided to post the fanart I drew crying at 3AM for when I first read @kt-vunda's fanfic Waiting for the Sun 😳 screaming in the tags

[ashen--dreams]

H NGJDNDJJE DO I . DO I DO IT

[smutinlove]

PLSPLSPLS I NEED JASON WITH A GIRL WHO IS LIKE A JOURNALIST/PHOTOGRAPHER AND THEY MEET AT ONE OF BRUCES GALAS AND SHES PART OF PRESS AND SHE IS THERE BEFORE ALL THE GUESTS ARRIVE AND SHES JUST QUIET AND FOCUSED AND HES LIKE HONED IN ON HER HNNNNG i’m passionate for this if you can’t tell.

The camera's strap hung around your neck. You could feel the weight of the white tote bag that you clutched tightly. There were three security guards who skillfully guarded the door. As you made your way for the door, one of them asked, "Who are you?"

You showed him your I.D., and they let you in. Perks of being a journalist. You were greeted with luxurious and well-placed decorations. The caterers had just arrived too. There were soft tunes playing, ranging from a delicate guitar to an exciting piano solo.

You quickly grabbed your camera and took a candid shot of a few caterers and DJs'.

You moved forward. Paintings littered the walls of the venue. It was beautiful. You grabbed your camera once again and started taking pictures.

But little did you know that one of the sons of Bruce Wayne was watching you intently. His gaze didn't stray away from you.

He watched as you worked. Whether it was taking pictures of the venue or jotting down notes in your notepad, he watched you with a smirk on his face and a goal in his heart.

Jason bit his lip. With a determined look on his face and a goal in mind, he walked over to you.

Currently, you are taking a few more pictures of the venue for coverage.

"Hey," you heard a low voice pang from behind you. You gasped and let out a shriek, dropping your camera to the floor.

As you turned around, you saw a familiar face. Jason Todd. You had once written an article about the Wayne family, even diving into some of the more personal things.

"Hi—hello," you stammered. Jason grinned. "Did I scare ya, pretty? Oh, I'm sorry." He bent down and picked up your camera, handing it back to you.

You hesitated before taking it. "I'm Jason," he introduced. "I know," you muttered quietly. You told him your name and smirked. "Pretty name for a pretty lady."

You blushed.

He leaned in. "You're really pretty; I'd love to take you out," Jason confessed. Your eyes widened.

Honestly, he seemed really sweet and genuine. But you weren't that type of girl. "But I don't know you enough, Jason."

He smirked. "What do ya wanna know, love? I'm an open book." Well, this was certainly going to be interesting.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

At some point, you did not know how things escalated this fast. At first, you two were having a friendly conversation, talking and laughing about shared interests. Then, after Jason begged you to stay at the gala, you and he got drunk together.

Strange, huh? Well, after that, you and he danced more than you could count. (And would probably be the main topic. Son of a billionaire and a journalist: Friends or Lovers?

[ghoulphile]

okay the daddy thing you said just HNNNNG the way you would never live down the time you accidentally call him daddy. Or him making you repeat after him "Thank you daddy. See darling? Sounds like music don't it?"

shsisidjsjjsjjdffhdhsjjsd he’s taken aback at first bc using daddy non-sexually is a v normal thing in rural communities so when you accidentally whine it when he’s balls deep inside - and he almost cums then and there? well.

you’re so so sorry and embarrassed and vow to never use it again (much to his disappointment). and that just won’t do. cooper is nothing if not determined so he starts slipping it in to casual conversation.

gets you used to how it sounds, enjoying how flustered it gets you - glassy eyes far away as your mind wanders back to the time you moaned it while creaming around his cock.

then he works you up to calling him it, innocently at first. maybe a teasing, “c’mon now. say thank you, daddy,” when you ask him to hand you something and he keeps it out of reach before you do.

you catch on and when you do, oh he’s in for a treat.

you wait until he’s surrounded by friends, coworkers. saunter over and grab his attention with a gentle hand to the arm. when he looks at you, tucking an arm around you, you smile; a soft pretty little thing with a secret tucked in the corners. bat your eyes and meet his gaze from beneath your lashes.

his attention riveted to the ruby of your lips when you say coquettishly, “hey daddy, they need you in your trailer. something about running through new lines, i think?”

his jaw tics, muscles bunching and clenching as his fingers press into the base of your spine, his bicep tensing around your shoulders. he tilts his body towards you, uses your skirt to hide the twitch of his cock from prying eyes.

“ah, well, can’t keep ‘em waiting then, can i? i’ll catch up with you later, gentlemen.”

you’ve barely stepped through the door before he’s shoving you against the table, his hands two hot brands on your hips and his mouth greedy against yours. traces his tongue along the inner seam of your lips, licks over the back of your teeth before drawing back with a low groan.

his thumb wicks away a smear of lipstick, his eyes, hooded and dark, devouring. “now, that wasn’t very nice was it, sweetheart?”

“i’m awful sorry.” you hum, arms hooking over his shoulders. your fingers twirl around the short hairs at his nape, his frame shuddering against you. “what can i do to make it up to you… daddy?”

“fuck,” he groans, kisses a path down the slope of your neck and scrapes his teeth along your fluttering pulse point, “open up those thighs and keep calling me that.”

[aduckwithears]

But what if you are a snake and basically all neck? What then?

Crowley exposing his neck in Aziraphale's presence

Exposing the neck: If a person makes an attempt to elongate their neck or expose the side of their neck to you, it may mean “I feel vulnerable” or “I'm flirting with you.” Neck exposing is more common among couples early in a relationship.

[berylcups]

Hi hi, if you're comfortable with it, how would La Squadra react to reader (who they've been with long enough as to not kill them on the spot) playfully spanking them as they walk by? Pls and ty <3

Hello! This request sounds like a lot of fun 🤩 Your wish is my command 😌

How La Squadra reacts to getting a spank on the butt

CW: flirtatious behavior, suggestive content

Notes: I hope this doesn’t feel too rushed. 😅 I did this more as an act of flirtation and La Squadra already being somewhat on amicable terms. I hope this fulfills your expectations nonetheless! Enjoy! 💜 Beryl

Risotto

Ass rating: 7/10 very thicc but super muscular so no jiggle physics

“…Ahem.” He stopped in his steps. He couldn’t face you because his face was so flushed. “Y/N is there any reason why you assaulted my ass like that?”

“No reason.” You shrugged your shoulders and giggled. “Just felt like it.”

“You and Melone are lucky we don’t have an HR.”he dryly joked.

He’s shocked by your boldness. But he can’t say he isn’t intrigued! Give him a little more time to warm up 😌

Formaggio

Ass rating: 7.5/10 nice and soft. Bubbly even, very smackable but it’s on the smaller side.

“Hey now~ If you’re gonna do that, at least take me out to dinner first.” He chucked rubbing his ass. “I know a good sports bar we could go to…” he flirted back.

Uh oh, you caught his attention. Hope cool with a guy who works through his relationships fast! He might propose to you 3 months from now!

Illuso

Ass rating: 8.5/10 very thicc ass fit for a complete asshole 🙄 very bubbly but hides it behind those ugly ass clothes made from my Nanny’s duvet.

He could see your hand coming a mile away through a reflection in the mirror.

“Nice try Y/N.” He grabs both of your wrists with one hand and pins you to the wall.

“Think you can sneak up on me? I got eyes everywhere.” His free hand strokes your face.

“You want a piece of my ass then you gotta work for it.” He let you go and smacked your ass hard and squeezed a cheek.

“Hah that is fun!” He snickered. “ you better watch your back Y/N! I’m gonna be sneaking up on your ass now!”

Oh no! This big bully is gonna bully your ass now! Literally! But was it just me or did I sense some sexual tension back there? 😳 good luck!

Pesci

Ass rating: 9/10 this guy has a dumpy. Thicc- xtra THICC. Nice and soft. Perfect for spanking.

“Eeek~!” He lets out a loud high pitched screech.

“Y-Y/N?! W-wha w-what was that for???” He stuttered.

“Sorry I can’t help myself Pesci. You are just too cute!” You giggled.

“I’m cute?!” His entire face became flushed. He never had someone hit on him like that…literally or figuratively!

“Absolutely! I’m sorry for scaring you there.” You apologized. “ if you want…you can spank me back~” you giggled.

“Oh-oh my! I could never lay a hand on you Y/N! “ he stuttered out. “ besides-big bro told me I’m supposed to treat my superiors with respect !”

“Well okay…but remember the offer is always on the table. See you around big boy ~.” You winked

“Was Y/N flirting with me?! Is this real life? My heart won’t stop pounding! I need to man up and flirt back next time!”

Aww you raised his self esteem! He could use his own personal cheerleader! 😘 keep showing him your support and you might win him over!

Prosciutto

Ass rating: 5/10 small muscle butt, it’s pretty but not very smackable 😩 like smacking a brick wall

“That’s not the way a mafioso should behave…Y/N.” He has a good grip on your wrist as he takes a deep drag of his cigarette with his free hand.

He exhales the smoke in your face and smirks.

“You look like you could use some more training. I’ll tell Risotto that you need some private mentoring to help with that bad behavior of yours.” He purred.

Uh…good luck ! You’re about to receive some very intense mentoring or some aggressive brat taming 👀

Melone

Ass rating: 3/10 poor baby got no butt 🥲 you can hang a photo on his ass. But at least it looks pretty ☺️

“Hnnnng…spank me harder~” he purred while sticking his butt out towards you.

“I’ll be honest… I never expected you to make the first move but I can’t say it’s unwelcome” he confessed. “Now… it’s my turn~! Let me spank you next!” He says with a crazed look in his eyes and his hands making a grabbing motion.

It’s up for you to decide if you want to him to spank you or not. 😅 you better start running then! Remember you can’t outperv the pervert!

Ghiaccio

Ass rating:10/10 he has the holy trinity of a perfect booty bubbly, thicc, and muscular. 💯 absolute perfection 👌 his nerdy clothes conceal the butt but—thank lort for White Album. That stand doesn’t hide ANYTHING 😳

“Woah woah woah hey! Hey! What the hell was that?!” He rubbed his stinging cheeks. “Did you seriously just smack my ass?!” His face was redder than a tomato.

“Yes, yes I did.” You said proudly.

“Y-You can’t just do that!” He stuttered out of embarrassment.

“But I just did.”

“How would you like it if I did it to you huh?! Gasp-“. He realized the gravity of what he just said. “That’s not what I meant-“

“Ok, come here and do it~.” You giggled. “ Do you want me to bend over or..?” You egged him on.

“Wha—?! That- that would be—no! No! I’m not falling for it!” He stuttered with blood leaking out of his nose and freezing on his cheek. “You just want me to get in trouble!”

He stormed off as a blushing nose bleeding mess.

“Y/N is flirting with me??? Oh god what do I do? I just fucked up by yelling at them. Maybe smack their ass next time???” He nervously thought. “I hope I have the balls to do that!”

Oh boy you really let him have it! His poor brain blue-screened from that moment 😂 you might’ve been a little too intense for this intense man. Maybe be a bit less bold next time. Don’t worry you got this! 💙

[marzipanandminutiae]

god I need to stop reading the notes on that "you don't owe anybody your downtime post that goes downhill in the notes

I got a bit hyperbolic in the tags but I still feel like my point was valid: you cannot just shoot down good-faith attempts at compromise between conflicting mental illness with "sorry I don't have the energy to do that :) :) :)" and then keep telling the person on the other side that they need to work on their issues. it cannot be all give on one side and all take on the other

for clarity, the original post said "people can't always respond right away and that's okay!" (which I agree with!). but then someone in the notes was like "could you maybe tell me if you don't feel up to talking when I reach out to you?" and OP and a few other people were like "so, no, because if I had the energy to do that, I'd have the energy to conduct a conversation. sorry! anyway work more on your own stuff thanks!"

and this pissed me off because like. people with mental issues that can make us annoying/clingy/insecure about people's love or friendship? we never seem to get grace. we are ALWAYS the ones being told that we need to be better- which we definitely do! I'm not arguing that! -amidst all the posts telling you that you don't owe your friends anything ever and if someone ever gets annoyed or concerned by a lack of a response, that's on them. nobody EVER seems to get told "well, maybe work on being able to say 'hey, not feeling up to it; talk later!'"

and obviously there are degrees of this. getting worried and spam texting after two hours with no reply to a non-time-sensitive message is an issue; getting annoyed when someone ignores you for months is understandable. not texting someone back immediately is fine; not texting them back ever and then expecting them to still be there for you is not. but I feel like both extremes are issues to be worked on, and only one gets negative attention here on Tumblr

seriously you don't want to know where I started with all this. it was Bad. passive-aggressive, "manipulating people without realizing I was doing anything wrong" Bad. I have worked on it and continue to work on it. I used to tie myself in knots when I saw that little green dot and they didn't message back right away, or if they hadn't messaged first in a while. and subsequently take that out on my loved ones, intentionally or not. it wasn't fun for me, it certainly wasn't fun for them, and I've struggled to get out of that place and not go back there

but. I and people with similar abandonment/insecurity issues can't do it all. it's not meeting halfway when only one side is expected to move

and to see a post being like "well some people are just never going to listen to reason and I have to ~let myself accept that~ UwU" when all I said was "we can't be the only ones trying, and it's not fair that we're often expected to be" is just. hnnnng

I need to go aggressively cut plastic bits off gold braid trim

[birthfan]

You’re in labour with our twins and we’re on our way to the hospital. It’s rush hour traffic and there’s a big blockage up ahead. It’s bumper to bumper traffic. I’m rubbing your thighs with my free hand, trying to soothe you. I tell you to just hold out a little longer. We’ll make it if you just hold on. I’m begging you not to, telling you you’re strong enough to hold on, but you feel the urge to push…

The urge is becoming worse as we hit a speed bump, which makes the baby slip past my cervix "hnnng fuck fffffgggaah I have to push!" I exclaim clutching my belly as I spread my legs on the dashboard.

"babe please hold on we're out of the traffic, just a couple more kilometres and we're there" you say as you turn left only to immediately find yourself stuck in traffic again "oh fuck".

"I can't sweetie I hnnng gotta puuuuUUUSH!!" I yell as a contraction hits me causing me to push, you raise my sundress' skirt exposing my puffy lips ready to spread open for our baby.

You rub my inner thigh and smile sympathetically understanding that I can't hold back anymore. I bury my chin into my chest as I push "mmmmmmmmmnnnggggg huuu I wanted that epidural" I whimper out as my womanhood starts to open up slowly.

Your hand slides down towards my lips "I'm sorry baby, I just had no way of knowing it'd be like this" you say massaging my labias. "I k-know sweetie huuu mmmm, oh god here comes another one hnnnnnngggghaaa" I cry out as I push again, my lips opening more and more.

As I keep my feet on the dashboard and test in-between pushes, you can see people from other cars looking curiously at my situation, but decide against telling me to avoid stressing me out "you're doing amazing sweetie" you say kissing my cheek.

I smile lightly before pushing again "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhh" I give it my all as the baby crowns and the head comes halfway out "oooh god I'm gonna tear!!" I cry out my hands going to my vagina.

The traffic begins to clear out as you put your feet on the pedal and we're moving again "we might make it to the hospital baby" you say as my hands wrap around my baby's head.

As we enter the parking lot I push again "mmmmmmmnnnnAAAAAAAA haaa haaa the head's out" I pant out as it dangles in-between my legs "oh fuck hun, hold on" you say as you park the car and quickly get out and open my car door.

You hold the head as I breathe preparing for one final push "huuu huuu huuu s-sorry about the seats" I say feeling the wetness of my birth fluids on my seat, you chuckle "it's alright babe, let's just focus on getting our kid out" you say kissing my lips.

I nod and as soon as I feel my belly contract I give it all I've got "MmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnnnnnnggggghhhhaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAH haaa haaa" I yell and pant as the baby slips out of me into your hands, the remaining fluids spilling out of me.

You hold our baby and smile before giving her to me "it's a girl we have a daughter hun" you say, I almost cry as I hold her "I should go warn the doctors" "Y-yeah you do that" I say as I begin feeding our little girl.

As you leave I feel the urge to push again, thinking it's the placenta I give in, but as I feel my lips bulge again I start to panic "honey!!" I call out but you're too far to hear me.

Another contraction hits and I push again feeling my lips opening up again, I slowly get out of the car and holding my baby while my legs are forced apart to make space for the second baby's head "hnnng honey!!!!" I call out again.

I'm suddenly pulled into a deep squat as I groan and push "hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" people in the parking lot stare as I feel the agony of my lips spreading apart once again.

"yeah she's over here, the baby's out so I think it shou- babe!?" I hear your voice as I look up to see you running towards me followed by paramedics "hnnnng huuuu I th-think our daughter is going to have a sibling" I pant out.

As you kneel next to me I push again "mmmmmmmnnnnAAAAAAAA huuu huu" I yell as the head pops out with a splash of fluids hitting concrete, one of the paramedics lifts my dress up to see the head of my second baby dangling in-between my thick thighs.

As the paramedics hold my baby's head you hold my free hand "it's alright baby you've already done this once you can do this" you say to encourage me, as my hopefully final contraction hits I push with everything I've got.

"nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhaaaa" I moan as the baby slips out easily from my already loosened lips into the paramedic's hands as I collapse on the floor exhausted.

"you were amazing sweetie" you say kissing my hand "hmm I know but next time we're getting here as soon as I feel even the smallest pain" I say causing you to chuckle as the paramedics cut the cords.

"and you warn me that you've got more than one in there" you rebut jokingly as I giggle tiredly.

[nixiecat]

is that a scar on your tummy if so hnnnng *gets so hard she passes out*

sorry to inform you that it is unfortunately just a weird trick of the light and not a super rad scar

[landerspaul]

I NEED TO GUSH OVER PAUL WITH BLACK NAILS PLS 😭 rare but so hot 😭 PAUL NEEDS TO BRING THOSE BACK ASAP

OMG YES! I cannot put into words how much I love nail polish on Paul's hands! I may be biased, because his hands already have a certain effect on me with or without nail polish. HIS HANDS. OMG HIS HANDS. They look exceptionally strong 💪🏻 but also overly gentle 👌🏻 ... and tremendously oooof 😫 extremely gorgeous and very hands 🙌🏻 such wow 👊🏻 much yes a lot hnnnng-

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Ok uhm sorry about that, Anon... I needed a moment. His hands are too much for me to handle. 😌 Should he ever decide to bring back the black nail polish I would be more than happy! ◝(✧▽✧)◜I mean... 👀 Just look at him!

Those hands. I want them everywhere on me and in other places that I do not have the courage to say 👉🏻👈🏻 but @meinewellemeinstrand offered to help and will do it for me. Ugh this man. How can I function? How can I be normal about him? Impossible. I have no words left, only animal noises.