#i cannot get my mind off of him

[nobodycanjearme]

i wanna be called a good boy so bad collar me and make me yours please fuck me until i am numb in the brain and everything just goes blank

i won’t make any intelligible sounds, only soft whimpers every time you touch me, because just feeling you is so erotic and pleasant that i just can’t help myself

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Happy out of touch Thursday, i finally got the batteries for my keyboard and y’all get to face the consequences

Consider: Sonic is notoriously bad at comforting people. (<- says the person who’s barely interacted with sonic media HEAR ME OUT.) If you need a distraction, if you need someone to get your mind off things or get you moving again, he’s your hedgehog. If you need someone to smile down at you and tell you to get up when you feel like you can’t with such confidence that you remember who you are and can rise to the occasion, he’s got you. But if you need a shoulder to cry on, if you need advice , if you’re looking for a kind comforting word you’re playing Russian roulette with this dude as to whether you’ll get any comfort at all. An awkward pat, standing there staring at you, same smile as ever or maybe looking like he has no idea what to do with you and that same distraction techniques he normally employs land about as well as ill-timed right hook to the jaw. Imagine you feel inadequate and just want a good cry and maybe a hug and this dude grins at you like you’re funny and suggests a run. He’d die for his friends but he has no idea how to do that hug comfort thing because he’s Sonic the Hedgehog. When has he ever paused to process a hurt? When has he ever paused to process pain in his body or in his heart? He is the epitome of “If i stop running then my thoughts would catch up with me.” The only way he’s survived everything he has without crumbling to pieces mentally and physically is because he doesn’t dwell on it, he doesn’t process it, he keeps moving and he’ll never stop. “Wdym you don’t wanna bottle up your feelings? Lol that’s what I do and it’s works for me—“ His friends might want to address things his friend might see something truly horrifying happen and beg him to talk about it and he’ll laugh and wave away their concern because he’s Sonic the Hedgehog nothing can stop him. An object in motion stays in motion. There’s nothing wrong, nothings ever hurt him, he’s still in one piece, the sky is still beautiful, the world is still fresh and his friends are still alive and happy so what’s there to address? Sonic doesn’t talk about things, he drops by to spar. Sonic doesn’t ask about your feelings or his he just drops a blanket over your shoulders when you fall asleep at your work table and maybe brings you to bed if he has the mind to. Sonic the Hedgehog doesn’t slow down, even when he’s brought to one knee, he won’t slow down until he stops breathing. And it works. It’s what’s kept him alive this long. And inevitably it will be the thing that destroys him.

[weekdaysend]

My SentOpLita 1AM relationship chart I did not think I'd be psycho-analyzing this dynamic as much as I thought I would..

[nabi-unveiled]

Ten of My Favorite Ships

I was tagged by @delesaria-blog and @watchthisqqq which...yay! I love tag games. It's like a card in the mail. I'm always down for a reason to make a list.

The Real Rules: Without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favorite ships (any media). Tag as many people as possible to do the same!

The Ships: If it were yesterday or tomorrow, this list would probably look different.

He's a leaf on the wind that always supports his warrior woman.

The manga is extremely problematic. But I love the live action version featuring my Queen of Darkness and her Dazzling Light. (Note: I had to create my own gif for this one which is why it's terrible.)

Words may be optional, but they NEED each other.

I like to collect pretty things too.

Color-coded boys are great. But also - I've never related to a character so much as our man in black. We may be called robots, but we have feelings. We just struggle to understand them.

Their past life sucked, but this one is promising. Plus...desserts.

They find their way back to each other eventually. I don't accept other possibilities. I have a lot of head canon for this one.

They're a matching set. What one has in excess, the other desperately needs.

No words needed.

Weirdos the both of them. But they're my weirdos.

Just in case you wanted more information on how I made the decisions or wondered why the couples I obviously hyperfixated on were not on the list....

My Rules: I stuck to shows. I had to think of them without looking anything up. I had to love BOTH characters. I had to want them together and think that being together was the BEST possible outcome for them. It had to be more about the ship itself than the ocean. In other words, it had to be about the couple rather than the show. Additionally, I disqualified anything that was on the list of my two taggers found here and here even though I LOVE a lot of those ships, and that stupid rule made this much harder. But how could I know they weren't primarily in my brain from seeing those lists? I questioned that logic later, but I was already committed.

Note: Not naming/tagging the show is KILLING me. I want to know what these shows are that I see other people posting if I don't immediately recognize them. Give me the recs! 😂

Tagging: @dramalove247 @dribs-and-drabbles @iguessitsjustme Have you done this one yet? No pressure obviously. Also anyone who sees it and wants to play, consider yourself tagged 💖.

[jadewritesficshere]

Wrecked

Eddie Munson x Reader

Content: oral (male receiving) slight sub!Eddie. Listen I just really wanna suck him

18+ only

Your eyes snapped open, adjusting to the darkness in the room as the VHS shut off with a click. The light from the TV seemed harsh, jarring you from the quietness surrounding you. It woke you up from your sleepy state, heart thumping wildly as you realized you had fallen asleep against Eddie. Eddie, who talked a mile a minute and told you interesting facts while watching movies, who had gone silent almost an hour ago as you started to drift off. Eddie, who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, hand lazily drawing patterns on your arm where it rested. Your head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. "Sorry," you yawned as you sat up," Did I fall asleep?"

Eddie blinked slowly before smiling," Don't worry 'bout it. You need to rest." You lazily smile at him as he stands up. He stretches slowly, joints popping that remind you that neither of you are near your teens anymore. He reaches his arms above his head in a stretch, shirt traveling up just enough to give you a sneak peak of his stomach. Pale skin that showed the stark colors of the dragon curled over the top of his belly button. The dragon that had it's mouth open as if it was blowing fire, fire that actually was pink scars courtesy of the demobats. The scars that he always had a different story for when people saw ("I got attacked by a bear." "A witch cursed me." "I didn't eat my vegetables." "I used to defuse bombs").

Your eyes caught on his belly button, the stupid piercing he got claiming "a dragon had to have a hoard". The blue light from the tv causing the jewelry to glint, showing a kaleidoscope of rainbows in the opal gemstones. Your breath caught at the smattering of hair that trailed down from his belly button. Down to the band of his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Plaid boxers peeking over the hem of his pants obscured your view of the slight v shape of his hips. The TV light providing the perfect amount of light and shadow to show the slight definition of his abs he had gained from long hours as a mechanic.

The sting from biting your lip pulled you from your casual perusal of Eddie's frame. Eddie who hadn't even noticed and was waving his hands around talking as he stared off at the wall,"- but those are just rumors. I mean if they do make a movie, it better be close to the book. No creative liberties. I want to see the book come to life, ya know? I want the dwarves to have full beards, especially the women and-"

You stand up abruptly," Shut the fuck up." Eddie pauses at your abrupt words and movement. Silence spans a few seconds as he notices the glimmer in your eyes," Excuse you?" You hum, running your eyes up and down his frame. Eddie was definitely a man, no longer the boy you had met in high school. He had filled out more, had some scruff on his jawline. His sweatpants had a hole in his knee and there was a stain on his shirt, but he had never looked more beautiful to you. And you had never wanted to fuck him more.

Eddie tilted his head slightly, untamed and frizzy curls bouncing as he tried to decipher the look in your eye. "I will gladly listen to this conversation, but I can't pay attention right now. Not when you're," you wave your hand gesturing to him," that!" Eddie scoffs," Excuse you? That?." One step is all it takes to get in his space, Eddie instinctively taking a step back.

You push on his chest, firm beneath your open palms, causing him to stumble back into the couch. He lands with a grunt and looks up at you with a look of exasperation. He goes to open his mouth to say what you're sure is a snarky remark, but all thoughts leave his head as you grab his knees spreading them open and kneeling in front of him. His jaw drops as he stares at you between his legs. You bat your lashes at him in what you hope is a seductive look, but let's be honest, both you and Eddie suck at flirting. You trail one hand up from his knee, barely touching as your fingers dance their way up his thigh. His cheeks flush, a beautiful dusty pink that spreads down his neck towards his chest. You wonder how far that blush goes as you lift the hem of his shirt.

Eddie is staring at you, frozen in time. You clearing your throat as you tug on his shirt knocks him from his reverie. "Yeah, okay, fuck uh yea." He leans forward enough to pull the shirt over his head. You lick your lips at the expanse of tattooed skin you see. You lean in, trying to decide where to start. You look up through your eyelids at him, slowly licking the happy trail, that definitely made you happy. The image of you licking his skin, peering up at him through your lashes, was burned into Eddie's retinas. Eddie's knuckles were white as he gripped the couch cushions. His stomach flexed unintentionally at the warmth of your tongue. The small whimper he let out fueled your desire, heat pooling low in your stomach. You nip and suck at his hips, one hand resting on his thigh, the other curled around his back to bring him closer to you. You pulled back after adding a lovely red mark that you know will fade to a bruise.

You can't believe you had fallen asleep next to this man, now the only thoughts involving a bed also involved cardio. You lightly trail a finger over the prominent bulge in his pants, earning a sharply inhaled breath and a buck of his hips. "Jesus fucking Christ," he groans, voice lower then you've ever heard. You lick your lips as your hands reach for the hem of his pants and-

"Wait!" Eddie startles you, and you glance up at his wrecked face. "Huh?" You blink a few times starting to pull back," Do you not..?" "No! No I do!" Eddie clears his throat and grabs the pillow next to him," I just...you should be comfortable..." His face flushes as he holds the pillow between you two, causing you to chuckle. You grab the pillow and put it under your knees, even if you don't need it. "Thanks baby. You're so thoughtful." Eddie preens under the praise, looking smug. Your hands return to his waist band, tugging his pants and boxers down. He lifts his hips to help and-

You've never thought a dick to be pretty before. Sure, you've seen some good ones but this? He's long, curved slightly to the right. Precum beading at the top of a head that is flushed so red it's almost purple. A prominent vein trailing the underside of his dick that you want to lick up. Curls around the base that were trimmed but still unruly. The tension is thick as you stare at his dick, wondering where to start. He twitches under your heavy gaze. "C'mon, don't make me wait.." Eddie mumbles. "You'll take what I give you, and you'll be thankful." You snap back, watching the man pout slightly. For all his bravado and extroverted demeanor, he has no power here and he knows it.

But you decide to have mercy on him as you flatten your tongue against his dick, deciding to follow the vein from his base to his tip. Eddie lets out a high-pitched whine followed by a "thank you", but you don't really care. Yes, it feels good for him, but this is also for your pleasure. You swirl your tongue around his leaking tip, tasting the salty essence. Eddie's hand finds the back of your head instinctively, not using any real force or grip. When you fully envelope his tip with your warm mouth and suck, all coherent thoughts of his are gone. He barely can remember his own name. One of your hands holding his hips back so he can't thrust up, the other wrapped around his dick slowly moving up and down.

Eddie sits there babbling nonsense, he never could stay quiet for long. And you wouldn't want him to, his moans and groans like music to your ears. You pull off of him earning a whine. Eddie's face is flushed, bangs stuck to his forehead, a slight sweat broken out on him. He looks down at you with those big brown eyes like you just kicked a dog. "Please? Fuck, please baby? Don't stop."

You smile up at the wrecked man, the man begging for you to continue. You can feel the light pressure of his hand against your head trying to push you closer to his groin. You could make him beg. Make him wait. But he looks so good like this, you want to see him completely blissed out. You inhale deeply before lightly putting the tip back in your mouth. Eddie has no time to mutter a thank you before you fully sink down on him. Your nose coming flush with the hair you admired earlier, taking him deep in your throat without gagging. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Eddie pants above you, lost in the feeling of you. You hollow out your cheeks and suck, bobbing up and down along his length. He was a twitching writhing mess beneath you. You lightly palm at his balls, adding enough pressure to have Eddie moan. It didn't take him long before he came with a loud groan, hips bucking without a pattern. You swallowed it to the best of your ability, some leaking out and dripping down your chin.

When he was done, you pulled off him with a pop. Eddie's chest heaved as he panted above you. Eddie looked down from the ceiling, not sure when he had thrown his head back in ecstasy. You swipe the cum off your chin before licking your fingers, eyes locked with his. "Jesus Christ," he runs a hand through his hair and lets out a chuckle. You hum and smile up at him. Eddie lightly grasps your biceps, tugging you to get up,"Not sure what brought that on, but I think its time for me to return the favor. Get up here."

[pteropis]

I think that you're worth keeping around /

I think that you're worth holding onto

(More + doodles under the cut)

[gifti3]

the goverment is definitely figuring out this alien situation asap right?? cause whats happening currently is not feasible in the long run is it not??

im sure they are trying to maybe figure it out...probably, but part of me feels like it is not being treated with the seriousness it should be by them, which ig is in character LOL

pretty much relying on one guy (who doesnt even wanna be doing this) is actually scary

and the mc still has to like 'encourage' him to do it, tho its much easier in the 'ray ending' for sure. that man just wants to live a regular life with mc (unfortunately for him that means continuing to be binary star and dealing with aliens)

and if i was a citizen and knew this id be panicking

like yea u have these other heroes helping and stuff which im sure looks comforting from an outside point of view! but like the actuality is that its ray keeping things afloat

AND ON THE TOPIC OF THE MC, i was definitely in my head like....wouldnt rays superiors (managers??) get like curious about them? like no way theyre not being nosy about it after a certain amount of time passes. it really feels like something that could be leveraged against him,,, (if there is fic about this pls send it to me lol)

honestly i feel like mc and rays relationship would have moments of high stress. like there will be good times but also the bad times will also be there and its sometimes gonna be because of outside factors they cant control

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

I think I need that "Wow, I haven't stubbed my toe in five months! I was then shot fifty-seven times." Audio again

[kamimint]

How I'm feeling so far #tbh

[lost-foxian]

i want to see how many times i can post the same guy over and over before people are annoyed by it

[the-autistic-system]

He's so fine, I fucking—

[moe-broey]

While the World's Slowest Slowburn makes the most logical sense, between Kiran and Alfonse. In my heart. Moe manages to find a way to get in an overly handsy way too intimate WAY too soon I just got my ass ghosted or perhaps dumped situationship with Alfonse. In a demisexuality and trust issues honoring way. ALL under Moe's assumption, that "Well he's Not gonna get attached to me so It's Fine."

[juicedpeachy]

thinking about mu qing

[b1mbodoll]

jake 😭😭😭😭 im going to lick him 😭😭😭😭

[silkpages]

i miss trini, jason and zack </3