#i had to cut myself off

[puckinghischier]

quinn fingering you under the table at an after party with his teammates

whatever you do don’t think about the feeling of his thick, long fingers pumping in and out of you while quinn is mid conversation with brock or another teammate, not even seemingly paying attention to you.

but if anyone were to take even the slightest peek under the high top table you’re sitting at, they’d be able to see quinn’s hand disappearing in-between your thighs, your short dress giving him the access he wanted. your underwear is crumpled up in his pants pocket right now, the black lace just barely peeking out.

you’d be white knuckling the table, trying not to make a single sound in the crowded bar, squirming every few seconds but playing it off as just trying to get comfy.

quinn’s resting his chin on his hand, giving his full attention to brock while adding a second finger, dragging his thumb up to rub at your clit, smirking at the small jolt you give once you feel the calloused skin make contact with your sensitive bud.

“you good?” conor would ask from beside of you, furrowed brows showing concern.

“yeah, yeah. just, ah! my uh…foot’s itching and i can’t reach it to scratch it” you’d choke out, hoping your little yelp is overlooked. conor eyes you suspiciously, but let’s it go, turning to start a conversation with arturs.

you can feel yourself teetering close to the edge, if quinn would just put a little more pressure on your clit, you’d be seeing stars.

reminding you he knows your body better than you do, he does exactly that, making sure to hault his conversation with brock to turn and whisper into your ear the moment you start to unravel, attempting to hide the physical signs of your release.

“just rest your head on my shoulder and put that pretty little face in my neck, yeah? don’t want to boys to know what’s happening now, do you?”

you shake your head, doing exactly what he asked, letting yourself pant into his neck, the noise muffled not only by his skin but by the loud atmosphere of the bar.

squeezing your eyes shut, you start seeing those stars as you ride out your orgasm on quinn’s fingers. he refuses to remove them until you start wiggling from overstimulation. he brings his fingers to his mouth to lick your juices, not even caring if anyone is watching.

“now, you’re gonna sit there and be a good girl for just a bit longer, kay?” he tells you, voice thick with desire from what just happened.

“but, q” you whine out. “i need to go clean up.”

“what did i just say?” he barks.

“at least let me have my underwear back,” you pout, already uncomfortable with the slickness of your release in-between your legs.

quinn brings his hand up to grab your chin and turn your face towards his, holding it in place. “you’re gonna sit there and let yourself drip all over this fucking chair, or you’re not coming again tonight. i’ll make you sit with your hands tied behind your back as you watch me fuck my own hand. or better yet, fuck that pretty mouth of yours, but you won’t get to touch me,” he scolds, pressing just hard enough on your chin to make you listen, but not hard enough to hurt you. “i know how much you love being handsy, so i suggest you sit tight,” he finishes, giving your lips a soft kiss, a contrast to his harsh words.

[mooncello]

Get to know me tag game 🍂

Thanks for the tags @drowninginships and @ileadacharmedlife!

Favorite color: obsessed with that golden yellow of candlelight. I can basically stare at fire all day and not get bored.

Last song: I've been digging 70s vibes synth stuff lately, so La femme d'argent by Air.

Currently reading: I just finished the Unwritten Rules series by KD Casey (baseball m/m romance let's goooo) and the Penalty Box series by Ari Baran. Next up: The Prospects by KT Hoffman and The Pairing by Casey McQuiston. Tons of manga, can't list them all (tho My Noisy Roommate is getting a special shout-out).

Currently watching: Baseball division series! ⚾️ NHL season just started, and I'm somehow watching hockey again after, like, two decades. It's entirely @fatalfangirl 's fault, and Shane and Ilya, and I'm not complaining.

Currently craving: gender euphoria, and in this exact moment maybe some peanut butter straight from the jar

Coffee or tea: nope, not choosing. I'm a both/and maximalist bro. (Sidenote: why the FUCK is the pumpkin creme cold brew from sbux so good??)

Hobby to try: I've had a pair of roller skates chilling in my closet for two years, and a coworker that plays roller derby. I won't go that hard but I wanna go skating. 🛼

Current AU: ok, so I'm like @valeffelees with my brain having 500 AUs running around my brain at any given moment. The ones in actual writing stage: DeNiall (my beloveds), dark weird Neverland, celebrity snowbaz. I've also got a lavashipping AU which is gonna crack 100k words soon. 😬

no pressure tags @best--dress @iamamythologicalcreature @artsyunderstudy @brilla-brilla-estrellita @monbons

@you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch @skeedelvee

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Barty Crouch Jr Headcanon’s

Teachers learn very early on not to call him Bartemius

he made friends with Pandora first (because they’re both Ravens) and then she introduced him to the rest of them

he’ll chug any drink that’s put in front of him without checking the temperature first

gluten intolerant but eats it anyway

The hat took 16 minutes and 5 seconds to decide which house to put him in

he has a tattoo of a rose on his foot

half Spanish (Guatemalan) on his mums side

Fluent in Spanish & uses it to taunt people

he calls Evan “mi amor”

his patronus is a German Shepard

he doesn’t like Regulus that much until second year when Reg curses someone without a second thought defending Barty

He talks in his sleep (and dreams in Spanish)

he has an orange cat

his best subject is History but he detests it

he’s incapable of returning a library book on time

he’s very touchy (and has boundary issues)

Dorcas calls him ‘couch’

he gets very serious when he’s drunk

Barty tells the Ravenclaw door to “fuck off” more times than anyone can count

he doesn’t play quidditch but has a key to the locker rooms

he’s the commentator for a match once (Minnie never made that mistake again, he mostly talked about Evans ass)

massive whore

He once dyed his hair bright blue by accident

wasn’t close to his roommates but they sometimes studied together

he’s a human calculator

he retains random bits of knowledge very easily so people always use him to end arguments

he’s very confident and a show off but if someone compliments him on his brain he gets flustered

made it a personal mission to break as many laws made by his father as he could (11)

he has nipple piercings

he saves everyone in his phone as a weird ass nickname (Regulus is “Baby Black 😩🔥” and Dorcas is “mommy 🥺” Evan is “Mr. Rosier”)

he wears a simple ring Evan gave him shortly before he died (never takes it off)

his last words were “I’m so sorry” but he wasn’t talking to the aurors or his father

[ghostoffuturespast]

Me, writing: This is a lot words... Perhaps too much.

Me, editing:

[likeadevils]

Top 10 Vault tracks from the Taylor's Versions we have so far (Fearless, Red and Speak Now)?

the second verse of you all over me might be my favorite second verse of her entire career. don’t hold me to that but also i’m right

we were happy floored me when it first came out. like it’s just not the kind of narrative that teenage taylor would ever write? and it’s been sitting in some hard drive since 2005?? also, the bridge? aromantic anthem

don’t you is just perfect. like as much as i’m theoretically annoyed at putting a pop song on fearless it’s such a good song and the production enhances the story perfectly and i just can’t be mad

better man, nothing new, and i bet you think about me all absolutely should’ve made red. if you want to experience true womanhood listen to ibytam -> nothing new -> begin again like GOD. (run also should’ve said red but that’s more because of how it ties into the other songs so perfectly like it’s the mirror image of sad beautiful tragic it drives me insane)

FOREVER WINTER. “TOO YOUNG TO KNOW IT GETS BETTER” HAS DRAGGED ME OUT OF SO MANY SPIRALS YOU HAVE NO IDEA

the first verse of electric touch with taylor’s lower register drives me INSANE. and then making it a duet? galaxy brain move. reframing the song as two people tentatively hoping the other one cares as much as they do? my favorite trope. and the bridge???? the way it builds????? screaming

FOOLISH ONE. SHOULD’VE MADE THE FUCKING ALBUM

timeless because it reminds me of @loveaffairmaimyou, who is legitimately the other half of my soul

[inkskinned]

the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"

[dorothywonderland]

BRO LITERALLY DOXXED HIMSELF TO THE CYCLOPS. he was asking to get jumped come on

[lil-lemon-snails]

"I can't ignore what's under dancefloor boards, The rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat, But I still move my feet, to slip out of this groove, I'm free" ~ 2econd 2ight 2eer, Will Wood, The Normal Album

I have been plagued with visions of LDR Sun every time I listen to this song and I NEEDED to get this out of my system @spadillelicious when do we get to smooch the boy pLEASE

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[willowser]

i need more barbarian bakugo au or im gonna burst 😢😢

NOOOOOO bc !! ofc you know who he is, right ?? he's the next in line to lead your clan; you've seen him around your little village and at the smithy and felt the wind underneath the wings of his dragon as he flew overhead. you've stolen glances in the market, between the leatherworker's stall and the potter's kiln, and you've celebrated him along with your peers and you've watched him grow, from afar, into the kind of man that will come to be chieftain.

bakugou katsuki has always, always been—important. he was never among the litter of you that were escorted around by the clan childtender when you were just a young thing, nor was he ever involved in training for your first hunt or sat around the elders as the history of the clan was recounted to you; he grew up apart from the lot of you.

occasionally, his tender's would find him scuttling about in the fields with a tiny group of other boys, ones that were brave enough to wrastle with him in the dirt, or followed his commands closely enough that he allowed them to join him on unknown and unsupervised expeditions into the wilds.

you see him closely for the first time at his own nameday, at 16. it's a big celebration, a turning point in his young life, and he stands before the village with a face painted in the markings of a warrior, body unscarred and strong, and he hoots and hollers with all the etiquette of a feral child. which he might as well be, being raised by the kind of fierce chieftess that will no doubt go down in history.

your family offers a gift, as they all do, and it's you that climbs the steps of his family's hall and hand delivers it to him: a little clay dragon, a bit crude but made with care, that you've worked on for weeks. it's hard to tell how he feels about it, because he only stares at you in silence before huffing and puffing and baring his teeth at you, and then you're escorted back down to your family in the blink of an eye.

you orbit each other, distantly, though you never exchange more than a few passing words.

—so when the maidens that serve the bakugou family come to find you in the night, on the eve of katsuki's ascension to chieftain status, you're shocked to find he's taken lives and conquered settlements and tamed dragons and journeyed far and wide and grown to be the battle-hardened man that he is—but has never taken a lover.

and you're even more astounded to find that he's chosen you to be it.

[stuckinapril]

A big part of turning 21 and going through that whole thing really was realizing that the idealistic friendship dynamics I’ve always daydreamed over in my head don’t exist & that in reality most friendships you’ll cultivate in your life will be a series of compromises. And maybe like 1 to 3 ride or die friends at BEST that shit is so rare and it gets rarer the older I am

[nosepressure]

ok ok cowboy phil fit for tit in october HOW DID I DO PHANNIES ???? 🫶🤠

[salllltie]

Day 15: Portal Duo

theres definitely some tension there between Leo and Mikey but they dont talk abt it like ever. they get along pretty well otherwise and have fun binge sessions

[anna-scribbles]

thirteen update 🍂 🎹 🏠 👻

chapter 2: November

chapter summary:

She was in a good mood. If she was ever going to take it well, it would be now.

“Maman, what if I went to school this year?”

excerpt:

“Heh.” Adrien flicked a finger beneath his chin and strutted the length of his bathroom floor, glancing at himself in the mirror. He twirled a rose—a red one, one he’d grabbed from the vase downstairs—between his fingers and then presented it to the mirror with a flourish.

“Haruhi!” he declared, “the spring of my heart surges upon the sight of your fresh smile, my love. My heart beats at the command of your drum! Your face is the fierce longing of my soul, and I present to you now this token of my lavish, undying—”

A sharp knock clicked against the bedroom door and Adrien froze, his hand still passionately hovering over his heart.

“Adrien?” Nathalie’s voice called, and Adrien—true to character, if he did say so himself—startled so hard that he slipped and fell onto his butt on the tile.

“Yeah?” he called, hastily pulling himself up and trying to find a place to set down the rose.

Nathalie peeked her head through the bathroom door and took him in, his rumpled hair and the too-small blue blazer he’d saved in the back of his closet for occasions such as…this.

“You have a guest,” she said flatly, and Adrien could not for the life of him figure out whether she was making fun of him.

She left before he could decide, and then it was only a matter of seconds before his bathroom door was thrown all the way open and a blonde ponytail bobbed into view.

“Adrikins!” Chloé crashed into him, wrapping him up in a hug that nearly knocked him over again. “It’s been way too long. You’ve been neglecting me. Aw, did you get me a rose?” She plucked it from his hands and then scrunched up her nose. “Ew, is this real?”

“As real as the current that springs from the well of my heart,” Adrien invented, and Chloé frowned at him like he’d just spoken Greek. “Nevermind.”

She looked him up and down and scrunched her nose up even more. “What did you do to your hair?”

Adrien frowned at his reflection in the mirror and pushed his hair further over to the side.

“I was trying to make it look cool.” He’d been trying to make it look like Tamaki from Ouran High School Host Club.

“It looks like you just rolled out of bed.”

read on ao3

[crookedfivefingers]

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link to the post I accidentally wound up prattling endlessly about in the tags 💀

[archangeldyke-all]

idk why but i feel like sev has a mommy kink in the sense of like...calling her sub mommy. i just imagine reader like comes home from a stressful day at work and sev is just doting and rubbing on them like "lemme take care of you, mommy, i got you..."

and then later when she's balls deep in you with her strap and she's got that FUCKING VOICE in your ear like "yeah? feels good? talk to me, mommy, tell me more about your day so i can make it better" ahshajshjamsnmnasbhnnggggg im foaming at the mouth and biting at the bars of my enclosure rn~

ANON ANPasdjfs;ljANPN I'asdl;kf;ajsd fqpwoijefpoiqhwer; ofijq;lkdsjf;lsqkdjf ANON.

do you have an IQ of a million maybe? becaue i think you mihgt. holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. you've unlocked something in me and i'll never be the same...

men and minors dni

it starts as a joke! or at least, that's what you think.

a few months into your relationship, sevika starts teasingly calling you 'mommy.'

it starts casually.

she'll show up at your door to pick you up for a date and whistle as she takes in your outfit. "damn, mommy, you look good enough to eat." she'll say. you just roll your eyes and kiss her hello.

or sometimes when she's annoying you and you're pouting at her, fishing for an apology, she'll grin at you and swoop in to kiss you. "'m sorry, mommy." she whispers against your lips. "you're just so cute when you're angry."

the first time it slips out in the bedroom, sevika's got you face down, ass up, pounding into you with loud, sticky, wet, smacks, as you moan into the mattress beneath you.

"'y take me so fuckin' well, honey, you're fucking dripping. shit, mommy, 's it feel good?" she grunts.

there's a moment of awkward silence where sevika's thrusts stutter as her mind catches up to her mouth and your breath leaves your lungs, but then you whine so sweetly and so prettily that sevika mentally puts 'mommy' at the top of her pet name list, right underneath 'baby' and 'honey.'

you know you're in for the dicking of your life when sevika starts sweetly calling you mommy.

she usually reserves it for when you need some extra loving, when she's trying to take care of you.

if you wake up with a stuffy nose and sore throat, sevika's cooing at you as she hand feeds you soup.

"lemme take care of you, mommy." she whispers. "all you gotta do is lay there and look pretty, i'll take care of everything else." she says as she puts the bowl down on the night stand and starts kissing down your body. "i heard orgasms help clear the sinuses, or something." she mumbles as she helps you out of your jammies.

she'll fuck you until you pass out, and when you wake up, she'll feed you more soup and tea and medicine, before fucking you back to sleep again.

or if you're having a rough week at work, sevika will draw you a bath and let you relax while she pours you a big glass of wine. she sits on the toilet and watches you soak, listening to you bitch about your boss.

"'m sorry." you grunt out at one point. "i'm being a spiteful bitch."

sevika chuckles and presses a kiss to your head.

"you're a saint. i'd have killed him by now if he was my boss. plus, i like seeing you all worked up and angry, mommy. kinda gets me goin'." she says with a cheeky smile.

an hour later, she's got you in a mating press, shoving her tongue down her throat when she's not busy talking to you.

"there you go, mommy, imma fuck all the stress outta you. you're so fuckin' perfect. so good." she grunts.

you whimper underneath her.

"yeah? 's feel good?" she asks with a grin. you gasp and nod, your nails scratching your nails down her back as you start to spasm beneath her. she leans down to peck your lips before speaking in your ear, her raspy, sexy voice practically a growl as she speaks, "cum on this cock, mommy. 's all yours."

you do.

(and then you do again, when she flips you over to fuck you doggy, and then one more time when she cleans up her mess with her mouth.)

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[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

listen. I feel like since it's an election year and there's like. a week between halloween and the election it should be 100% okay to just like... let halloween go on a little longer. let the halloween spirit bleed into the days ahead. watch that spooky movie. keep those plastic skeletons up til tomorrow. get that discount candy. let it be like those six days between Christmas and new years. it's one of the most nerve-wracking weeks of the decade and if keeping halloween around a little longer helps you keep it together then fuck it. that's what you do.