#i feel like this is all over the place

[sevikasenby]

wake up call.

summary: (trans sevika :) you wake up to sevika touching herself early in the morning thinking you’re asleep. rating: explicit, MDNI wc: 1,842

it was one of sevika’s rare off days from work. a full day that is. there have only been a few instances where the stars align correctly and the universe has mercy on sevika for once. there’s no more damned paperwork to do (for today at least) and silco doesn't need sevika to go run errands for him, which often lead to her getting cuts and bruises. 

neither of you bother setting an alarm, you can sleep in till whenever. a lot of time you hope to wake up first so you can make breakfast before sevika wakes up, sometimes even bringing her breakfast in bed because she absolutely deserves it. you don’t always get to the breakfast in bed part because sevika’s only a light sleeper when you’re not in bed with her, she senses that you’re not there and wakes up to come into the kitchen with you. 

when you woke up this morning, you were too tired to open your eyes just yet. however, you noticed you weren’t laying on top of sevika, not even cuddled up next to her. that was weird. then you noticed the quiet sound of sevika’s heavy breathing…and a faint wet noise? 

slowly peeling your eyes open, you were met with sevika, not too far from you, her pajama pants and boxers pulled down a little with her cock out, stroking it. 

fuck. 

you didn’t want to interrupt just yet, only wanted to watch her, feeling your mouth water and clit start throbbing. you could tell her mech hand was gripping the sheets next to her as she spread the bead of precum over her tip with her thumb.  

her hand slid gently up and down her very clear hard cock, seemingly not wanting to go too fast so she didn’t wake you up, but fuck, were you awake now.

you didn’t know if you wanted to just watch her jerk off beside you while thinking you’re asleep or interrupt her so she could fuck your brains out because the longer you watched, the harder your clit throbbed, almost painfully so. 

it wasn't until you heard her moan softly, her mech hand coming up to cover her mouth, clearly not expecting the moan to escape, that you decide to interrupt her morning activity. 

“havin’ fun?”

her head whipped around to look at you. “oh fuck, you’re awake.” she panted, not sounding too surprised that you clearly had been watching her, she sounded relieved. 

you grinned as you sat up, scooting closer to her and running your hand up her chest to her neck and then cupped her scarred cheek. “wanna tell me why you’re touching yourself so early, baby?”

“had a dream ‘bout you, couldn’t wait.” she was still stroking herself, panting harder now. her hair was all messy with strands of it falling in her face. 

you didn’t waste any time kissing her, her lips moving roughly against yours. your hand found its way underneath her shirt to tease one of her sensitive nipples, rolling it between your fingers. “i need you so bad.” she moaned against you. 

“i know, and you’ll get me, but only after you get me a little more wet and then you can fuck me however you want.”

you leaned back to take off your underwear, leaving your (sevika’s) t-shirt on and swung your leg over her so you could straddle her face. her mech hand came to wrap around your thigh and her flesh hand continued to touch herself but you stopped her, telling her not to because you didn’t want her to cum just yet. 

both hands wrapped around your thighs now, pulling you all the way down onto her mouth. her tongue came to lick a fat stripe all the way up your cunt to your clit, taking your clit in her mouth and sucking on it. you moaned as you gripped onto the headboard of the bed with one hand and the other was on top of her head, tangling your fingers in her hair. 

you took a second to look back, seeing sevika’s leaking cock twitch every now and again. “oh, you’re so wet for me, sev.” you told her, just to feel her moan against your cunt. 

grinning, you looked down at her, her eyes closed, so focused on pleasing you. you ran your hand through her hair, getting her to look up at you. 

“so fuckin’ pretty eating me out.” you praised her, making her moan again. 

she began lapping hungrily at your arousal that was seeping into her mouth, the pleasure making shivers go up your spine. 

her tongue probed at your entrance before slipping inside of you, both of you moaning as your your wet walls clenched around her. you couldn’t help but grind against her tongue while you rubbed at your sensitive clit.

when you felt yourself getting close, you lifted yourself off of her, hearing her whine softly. “well you wanna continue eating me out or you wanna fuck me?” you teased her. 

you were flipped onto your back a second later and you automatically spread your legs to give her the access she wanted. her pretty cock was still leaking with precum as she lined herself up with your wet entrance that was clenching around nothing. 

she hadn’t been bothered to take off her boxers or shirt as she finally guided herself into you, feeling the familiar yet welcome stretch and burn as she pushed every inch inside you till she bottomed out, a guttural moan leaving her. 

“you feel so damn good, baby, so much better than my dream.” 

you moaned at the praise, moving you hand down your stomach. “oh god, you’re so fucking deep,” you moaned, feeling the bulge she was creating inside you. “it’s like i was made to take you.”

sevika growled. “you can’t just say shit like that.” she started fucking you, it was slow at first so you could get use to her but quickly became faster, harder, making you cry out in pleasure. 

you tugged at her shirt, wanting her closer. she did as you wished and you were able to cup her face and pull her in for a kiss. 

“that feels so  fuckin’ good, sev.” you moaned against her lips. 

you could hear the squelching sound of her pounding into your pussy. you were so wet now that she was slipping in and out of you with ease. 

she pushed down on your lower stomach, now hitting the spot that made you see stars, getting you close. “please don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you begged. 

“don’t you worry, baby, i’m not stopping till you cum on my cock as many times as i want.”

your eyes rolled back as you felt yourself getting closer and closer, reaching down to rub your neglected clit till you eventually tip over the edge, your hands moving to grip sevika’s back and your legs shaking. sevika was almost instantly after you, moaning into your neck and cumming inside you, feeling your cunt pulsing around her. 

she stopped and pulled out, but only to take her boxers and pajama pants off and flipped you onto your stomach, raised your knees up before continuing to fuck you from behind, making you whine at the overstimulation.  

“come on now, you can take it, can’t you?”

you nodded as best you could with your face pressed against the pillows. sevika positioned herself over you, feeling her chest pressed against your back. 

“yeah, my pretty baby takes anything i give them.” sevika cooed in your ear, her thrusts never faltering. 

soon the overstimulation became only pleasure as sevika pumped her cock in and out of you, fucking you deeper and hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. you could feel cum, a mix of yours and sevika’s, dripping out of you and onto the bedsheets below, even some dripping down your thigh. 

sevika’s own moans filled your ears, strings of curses falling from her lips. if there was anything better than her fucking you, it was hearing and knowing that she felt good, that you were making her feel good. it was why you debated on just watching her this morning, hearing her trying to be quiet while she touched herself, trying not to moan to loudly, it was music to your ears. 

"oh fuck!” your eyes rolled back again as she latched onto your neck, sucking a mark into your soft skin. your moans were nearly being muffled by the pillow your head was resting on. 

sevika’s flesh hand came to grip the top of your own that was gripping the bedsheets, letting your fingers intertwine. 

it wasn’t much longer that you felt your orgasm hit you like train. “fuck i’m cumming!”

“me too, baby.”

your legs trembled and your back arched as she came inside you again, fucking you both through your orgasms. she pulled out, not wanting to cause overstimulation this time. you flipped yourself over onto your back, letting your legs and knees rest and fall flat against the bed.

sevika came and laid her full weight on top of you, burying her face in your neck, still breathing heavy. you wrapped your arms around her, running your hand up and down her back while you both caught your breath. 

“you okay?” you asked her. 

“mhm, goin’ back to sleep.” she murmured. 

you chuckled. “we gotta get cleaned up first, sev.” she only hummed in disapproval, not wanting to get from her comfy spot on your chest. 

“and i hate to break to you, but the sheets definitely need to be washed.” she groaned this time, looking up at you. you leaned down to kiss the pout off her face. 

“come on.”you told her and you both finally got up. she started tugging at the sheets to take them off but you gently smacked her hand away, telling her to just go into the bathroom. she did and you gathered some clean clothes for each of you before following her. you both cleaned up and used the bathroom, getting into the clothes you brought which were just t-shirts and clean underwear. 

you told her to go get comfy on the couch and that you would be there in a minute. you gathered up the sheets that needed to be cleaned and took them and threw them in the washer. 

after you started the washer you went to the living room, seeing sevika sitting on the couch clearly waiting for you. there was a glass of water on the coffee table that she must’ve went and got for you and her, seeing as it was already half empty. 

you took a drink before you both lay down on the couch, you on the inside resting on sevika’s chest. she draped a blanket over you before wrapping her arm around your back and kissing the top of your head. 

“i love you.” you yawned, cuddling more into your girlfriends chest, feeling yourself growing more tired.

“i love you too.” 

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[thychesters]

i feel like there is something to be said about zoro and sanji’s approach to food upon their first introductions. granted, i’m probably just overthinking it, but the first time we meet zoro he’s been tied up in a courtyard with the intention of forgoing food for an entire month as part of a deal, and sanji who was stranded in the middle of the ocean with a bag of food he had to make last for he-didn’t-know-how-long. i can’t imagine him willingly sharing that story, but i can see zoro’s being an offhand remark—luffy says something about sugary onigiri while sanji’s trying to plan meals, and zoro says when you’re starving you have to make do (and it was the intention behind them). you have sanji who’s making food for everyone and anyone because that’s what he does and no one should know hunger pains, and two of his crew mates are talking about not eating like it’s nothing. a minor inconvenience at the time. zoro makes it out like it had to be done, like it was a choice—a smart one, at that.

you have one man who forwent food as a victim of circumstance and one who did so willingly. i feel like sanji would understand honor and pride, but at the same time he’d have to think, just for a second, how stupid is that. (which isn’t the first time he’s thought zoro’s stupid, but at this point he’s lost count. i digress. he’s the one who yelled for zoro to give up his dream if it meant he lived while fighting mihawk.) why would he do that? zoro got himself tied up for weeks with no food and chose to do it? meanwhile sanji spent weeks carefully portioning out stale food with a man who cut off his own leg so he could live. does he watch zoro’s portions a little more carefully now? make sure he has a higher caloric intake for a little while, just in case? does he say anything? maybe he makes onigiri and tells zoro he made them with salt not sugar, and luffy gives him a quizzical look. the others don’t get it because isn’t that what you’re supposed to do, and zoro only nods.

[katimanki]

Hey! I'm halfway through reading 'Through a dark glass, wanting' (which is so so so good it's insane!!) and I just wanted to say I love the art you've done for it!! Especially the little icons that go with each chapter, the style really fits the fantasy setting and they're a great visual summation of each chapter.

Aaaand I've seen the two bigger pieces of art, I've just read the part of the story where Mike and Will stargaze, I'm so curious to find out what's happening in the other piece!

Hey! The fic is SO good , right!? I myself just finished reading the complete edited version and I just gotta say damn, @freetobeeyouandme did that! All the additions they did after the first draft I got to read are just mwah😚🤌🏼 chef’s kiss, amazing!💖👏🏻

And thank you so much!🫶🏻 I was working on the chapter arts pretty much up until the moment we posted lmao

The second art is the one I made first of all of them! I actually wrote the letter featured in the art with ink on paper with my own hands! It took me 3 hours to write two A4 pages(two because the first version was filled with typos and it was messy af)💀💀 I put a lot of heart and hard work into all of the BBB art pieces I made so I’m glad to know you like them🫶🏻🫶🏻💛

Also this is slightly related so I finally have a reason to share this first sketch of Will for the letter art. He's so sleepy😭💛

[monsterrae1]

25 for spotify drabble prompts!

Disclaimer: I used more the general feel of regret of the song rather than the whole cheating plot.

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Eddie stared at the fading paint on the door, the rust on the hinges, and told himself it was okay, it was going to be okay. That even if years had gone by now Buck wouldn't turn him away.

The last time that Eddie had seen Eddie they had been 16 years old, and in love. Then Eddie had left town with his parents and broke Buck's heart.

Back then they had been stupid kids, thinking that they could somehow take on the world and make their love last, back then they had thought that they didn't need anything but each other. They had been naive.

For years Eddie had wanted to go back to Buck, but they had fallen out of touch after the break up, and then Eddie started seeing Shannon, and then she was pregnant, and Eddie was being shipped off to fight on a war, and then he was coming home after his wife had died and he was left a widower, father of a toddler he had no idea how to even begin to take care of.

He wasn't sure why, but when his parents got too overbearing, he packed their things and went back to his old home town, right to the doorstep of the first man he had ever loved. The man he had never stopped loving. The man he hoped hadn't stopped loving him too.

"Eddie?" The voice came from behind him, and Eddie quickly turned around, careful to not jostle Chris and wake him up. Buck looked pretty much the same, full lips, curled blond hair, the cutest birthmark adorning his eyebrow. He looked a little older, a little less joyful than before. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm sorry," Eddie said, tears falling from his eyes, "I didn't know where else to go."

At the sight of him crying, Buck moved to wrap him in a hug, careful of the toddler sleeping in his arms.

"I'm sorry," Eddie whispered again, but Buck shushed him.

"It's okay, it's okay, we'll figure this out."

A moment later Eddie found himself in the house where he had gotten many of his first, with his son sleeping tucked into a guest bed, and Buck making him a cup of tea. Enough time had passed that Eddie had finally stopped crying and he was now starting to feel ashamed to have shown up just out of the blue.

"I shouldn't have come here."

"Maybe," Buck replied, and Eddie tried to not feel too hurt about it, "Why did you?"

Eddie sighed, "I don't know, I guess, I just, I just missed you, and I still love you, and I wanted to see you, even if it was for a minute."

Buck nodded, "You have a son now." Eddie nodded in response, "the mom?"

"She died, a year ago."

Buck nodded, "what do you want from me, Eds? Cause I can't have you back on my life if you just, if you don't, I don't know, I just can't have you and lose you again."

Eddie reached his hand out to him and took his, tangling their fingers together, "I told you, I still love you, and if this it too much just say the word and we'll leave, okay? I don't wanna hurt you, not again."

Buck smlied and once again and pulled him into his arms, kissing his temple, "Told you, we'll figure it out." He kissed him again, "I love you too."

[leahcee]

read Hades Welcomes His Bride for the first time ever today and all day it's been plaguing me how much I feel like it parallels homelander and Becca's "relationship" in a way. Like the lines "And here you shall be my queen, my dear, the queen of all men ever to be born. No smile? Well some solemnity befits a queen." All I could picture was homelander talking to becca like they could be a family, as if that could ever happen after everything he's done. telling her how they could give Ryan the life he never had. But becca reminding him that Ryan has her which is the difference between him and homelander. How she never smiles when homelander appears (obviously) and acts like some savior to Ryan and becca, but she only smiles for Ryan's sake. "here is a room for your diversions. here I've set a loom and silk unraveled from the finest shrouds...such pictures you shall weave! such tapestries!" Vought setting becca up in this fake town under their watchful eyes, giving her everything they think she'll need in order to raise a more sane homelander in Ryan. giving her just enough to keep her busy but not enough to give her confidence to leave. "that is to be our bed. Our bed. ah! your hand is trembling! I fear there is, as yet, too much pulse in it" all I hear is homelander referring to ryan, becca's son, as his son or as their son. how he knows she fears him but also tries to stand up to him, but also doesn't push too much because she has her son to think of, not just herself. when he starts bringing stormfront around and becca knows that he's trying to replace her place in her sons life, trying to mold Ryan into him. but there's nothing she can do because she's a mere mortal with no powers being forced into a situation by an all powerful being and there's nothing she can do but try to make the best out of it.

[zevranunderstander]

i dont think i will ever be over dragon age 2. like. bioware made an epic fantasy story about a chosen one having to save a country and stop the apocalypse and then they made the second installment of the series be about the sociopolitical climate in ONE city through the lens of a family of refugees fleeing from the war of the first game and just. made it about political tensions and class dynamics and the influences of living in a church-mandated state and the growing tension over an occupied piece of the city and political killings and interpersonal conflict and power and its story is ENTIRELY character-driven. it has easily the most iconic set of companion characters. the premise of living through a story told over the course of ten years and knowing from the start that something really bad will happen in the end was so fresh and exciting. the fact that the acts really built on top of each other andhow much the city changed over time. and the game was so mature in terms of the topic of fighting against oppression in so many ways (im usually generous and say that the short development time left some things a bit wanting), and as much as some people say that the game treats mages and templars as being equally bad, i don't think that that is actually true about the game and it very earnestly tries to grapple with some pretty complex political dynamics.

and then the game completely flopped financially and was almost universally hated for its queer themes and its sympathy for "terrorism" and a lot of the things that stemmed from basically having no production time at all and then the studio just made another epic fantasy story about a chosen one that has to save the world from the apocalypse

[featheredadora]

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

as long as he leads the way . .

katsuki's childhood habits remain the same

katsuki still apologizes to you the same way he used to when you were kids.

he always makes a face whenever he knows he’s gone too far or when he’s done something he knows he shouldn’t have, his eyebrows are furrowed and his little chubby face contorts into a sad little pout. he tries to look tough but he can already feel guilty tears in his eyes so he looks away from you, little hands balled into fists at his sides and his head hangs low so you can’t see his red face through his bangs.

usually, he tries making it up to you by showing you something he thinks you’ll like or something he finds cool, and sometimes he’ll even let you hold his precious all might card, but only when he knows he really messed up. he’ll stiffly pet your head as an apology for pulling at your hair a little too hard earlier and if you ask him to he’ll kiss the pain away from when you scrapped your knee because he accidentally shoved you a little harder than he meant to when he was chasing you around.

but when you’re mad at him because he’s been really mean, in ways he knows his shiny holographic all might card won’t fix, he opts to simply sit next to you. with a little pout on his face and with his cheeks turning red, he’ll shove his head into your shoulder. he holds onto you tightly so he’s sure you won’t be able to escape him or his apology. you squirm around a little bit but he doesn’t let you go. you stop moving around but you still huff at him, calling him a big meanie. all he does in response is shoving his head against your shoulder and he mutters out a little "m’sorry." against it.

he hears you shuffle to look at him and he looks up at you, his eyebrows are still furrowed and his cheeks are so red because he’s really not used to apologizing and he doesn’t like to, but he does for you. and even at the tender age of seven, you really can’t stay mad at him when he looks like that, so you forgive him and you’ve already forgotten what you were even mad about when he grins at you boyishly, already back to his usual self as he drags you off to your next adventure who knows where, but even at the tender age of seven, you knew you’d follow him to the ends of the earth as long as he led the way.

he’s changed so much and not at all at the same time. he hates it whenever you get mad at him and he still does everything and anything to get your attention when you are. and just like before, whenever he hurts you in ways he knows his actions can’t fix, he opts to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle loosely, giving you the option to break out of his hold if you wanted to. his hold on you slowly tightens when you make no move to, his head is shoved into the crook of your neck and his chest is pressed flush against your back,“ i’m sorry.” he whispers.

it wouldn’t mean much if it came from anyone else but this is katsuki. you’ve known him for as long as you can remember, you know how he is : he’s unruly, headstrong and so stubborn it drives you crazy sometimes. but he casts all of that—all of him aside for you.

“i’m sorry.” he says again, his voice is low and a little shaky.“ shouldn’t have said all that to you. that wasn’t…cool” he fumbles around for the right words to say and you have to hold back a laugh as he does so, but you can tell he’s trying.“never wanna make ya mad at me..” he finishes quietly. he’s fiddling around with the ends of your shirt waiting for your response. then he hears you shuffle around to peek at him and he looks up at you.

he really hasn’t changed. he’s still got the same little frown, the same little crease between his brows and the same rosy cheeks. sure his features are less rounded, his cheeks are definitely less chubby, he’s gotten taller but he’s still your same katsuki who’s a little rough and a big meanie sometimes, but who also always makes sure to apologize to you when he knows he’s hurt you because that’s the last thing he wants.

you grant him a tiny smile. his eyes light up and he stands a little straighter and after a second he’s on you, pressing kisses all over your cheek, grinning boyishly at you and you still want to follow him to the ends of the world as long as he’s leading the way.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[demigods-posts]

they're filming season two, but i'm thinking about the potential adaption of the mount tam scene in season three. you know, the one where annabeth could apologize for pushing percy out of the way and falling off the cliff in his place, and how she knows that sounds terrible but they didn't have time for another plan and she didn't want to lose him that way. but percy just engulfs her in a hug because he's so relieved that she's safe now and everything else be damned. and annabeth doesn't understand why he's snickering to himself after that last statement, but she melts into the hug anyway because she missed him. and thalia and grover stand in the background happy for their friends on the outside but internally mortified, because their friends are definitely falling for each other but fate may not allow them to see it through.

[wardingshout]

Travelling for Day 4 of SpeSilverWeek! going to Mt. Silver to visit "the extended family"...

[shorelinnes]

get to know me - skz: favorite friendships [8/?]

minchan

[whoisnotmyname]

A very short and messy How I draw mabari!

[benevolenterrancy]

May your hardened heart be woken By the soft and distant song Of all you left here unspoken All the shards we keep stepping on - Take this body home Take this body home Call the wind, and let her know Take this life outgrown Take this broken soul Call the stars, call them all And take it high, take it far, take it home

[hayden-christensen]

hayden christensen coming back to star wars has been the absolute highlight of the past two years and it has been a pleasure and joy to watch him in two shows both with little screentime but incredible performances of every version of anakin skywalker/darth vader and get his well deserved flowers from the fandom…hayden IS and ALWAYS WILL BE anakin and no one else could have done it thank you thank you thank you

[typing-catastrophe]

jealous!ford x reader headcanons

pre relationship:

depending on his current mood and state of mind, his reaction to someone showing romantic interest in you ranges from:

1) heartache,

feels like he doesn't deserve you, that he isn't good enough for you, he's not your type and also he is too old for you

self-esteem on the floor, feels like a kicked puppy seeing you flirt with someone else

over 2) mild annoyance; 'what's so interesting about them?'

what could they possible give you? why are you even talking to them, you already said you aren't interested in them

to 3) almost hostile towards the other person

all in all just one big mess of feelings

he's not good with them okay

confused and frustrated by his emotions; spends a lot of time overthinking them, in order to rationalise and understand them

too insecure and doubtful to tell you about his feelings, but too easily agitated to not be jealous when someone comes up to ask for your number

tells himself he has no right to feel that way, and yet...

in relationship:

protective and maybe a little possessive. maybe a bit more than a little. okay, a lot

definitely a lot more than he shows

(related to the first points pre-rls) very rare reaction: amused. god complex activated. who do they think they are? do they really think you would be interested in them? tch, please.

when he sees a guy flirting with you, he will come up behind you, put his arm around your waist and stare the guy down

the scene where he intimidates the bus driver, just to any shady guy who won't leave you alone.

insecurities, so soo many of them

'You could have anyone you want. Why would you wanna be with me?' *

that man was bullied his entire youth, never had a proper relationship and holds so much trauma and shame - it's the glue that holds him together at this point

ford is deeply afraid to loose you

through something supernatural or otherwise dangerous yes, but also trough some stupid mistake on his side and interpersonal problems

he is afraid he will mess up one day. then you will start seeing him as someone not worthy of your love and find someone better

it is one constant battle between his low self-worth and his god complex/admittedly somewhat inflated ego

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

a/n: longer piece with this trope will follow soon(ish), stay tuned :P poor ford, doesn't know how to feel his feelings appropriately (same dude, same) * 'jealous' by eyedress