#i want him to choke

[awakefor48hours]

I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav. I hate you, David Zaslav.

[aimlesspost]

anyway,

[tojisun]

thinking about the way simon leans into you for a kiss like this— he curls his hand around your throat, and he doesn’t really tug or tighten it, instead uses his hold as a leverage to push himself close to you, like he is sucked into your gravitational force, always orbiting. always tethered.

he doesn’t know how it is to not be with you.

and this kiss, just one of many, shows the attraction he always succumbs to. he holds onto you like the way one would clap their hands around a glittering firefly, snuffing its way out to force it to sparkle only for themselves, and folds himself close like he is about to whisper a wish.

the kiss becomes a prayer; it is his offering to you.

and when he pulls back, you see the way your lips had burned him, leaving him all pinked cheeks and twitching nose. you feel breathless at the weight of his adoration, his reverence, because simon looks at you like you are worth more than the flesh that holds you up.

you swallow, throat bobbing, and simon’s fingers twitch on your skin. his hand around your throat feels like an anchor but you watch the way he still sinks into you.

[nostalgic-shamefest]

WHEN WERE YOU GUYS GOING TO TELL ME THAT ANA FLORES OF "I THINK YOU SHOULD GO HOME FIRST" FAME CLOCKED EDDIE FROM THE JUMP?????

[kuuwo]

Little boy Belmont.

[yayll]

~ a little something about waking up next to Dazai, and he's unbearable as always ~

"I might just eat you alive..." He mumbles to himself, barely audible. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's barely blinked.

He's been watching you sleep next to him curled up like a kitten for the past hour, way past the time you usually wake up. He's the oversleeper, not you, and it makes him hyper aware of your bodily functions and if they're okay. He hasn't eaten properly in days, but you don't need to know that. He's rabid, and he knows he's being a total freak right now, but who will worry for you if not for him? He must rise up to be the voice of reason, the watchful eye that keeps you on track even if he can barely keep himself alive! He wishes you'd stay forever, where he could avoid his problems and take care of your every single need. He should be everything you need... He hopes. Then you'd never leave, and he would make sure to eat more, just for you. How perfect... selfish.

God, he just wants to crawl inside of you and make you his home, it's almost pathetic. You'd find him vile for the things he would do for you and your happiness, despite you already being so accepting of his dark past... You're simply heaven sent. He takes a deep breath, and lightly runs his knuckles down your jawline, as if carving them out of the precious material that you're made of. You begin to stir, and his pupils dilate instantly as he pulls back with anticipation.

"Mmm... Osamu..."

You murmur sleepily as your chest rises up and down ever so slowly. He's freaking out. It's bad for his health to hear the way you say his name as if it were a healing oath, a spell that only works on him.

"Wakey wakey~"

Dazai's propping himself up on one elbow, a calculating smile plastered on his lips as if he were in on something you weren't. You pop open one eye, and groan softly.

"You're up... early"

"Yes!"

"Why..." You yawn like the silly little thing you are. He gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest.

"Can't a fortunate guy like ME just be happy that we both live to see another beautiful day?!"

He winks, and boops the tip of your nose, this gets a muffled snort out of you that causes you to bury your face into the pillow. He's addicted to the rush of causing any joy in your life, it's disgusting. When you don't lift your face back up, he scrunches up his face, and reaches out to stroke a strand of your silky hair, but his intrusive thoughts win and he tugs on it as payback for possibly falling asleep again. He needs your attention, and you're sleeping? Insanity. You swat at him, blindly smacking his arm away.

Oh, how he loves that you're the only person who truly sees him past his myriad of theatrics.

"Oh my... a slap from you feels wonderful!"

He rubs his arm, and grabs the hand that swatted him, bringing it up to kiss the pulse point on your wrist. Feather like kisses, almost undetectable... until you lift your face up from the pillow, finally.

He gazes at you as he rubs his face onto your hand like a cat greeting its owner, purring as if he were starved for affection. For a moment, his gaze becomes more serious, detached, as if he were thrown back into a distant memory. He can't describe the feeling, but the way your hand feels against his cheek is a warmth he hasn't felt in ages. His eyes sting, and he blinks the wetness away before you can notice as he hears your angelic voice again. He's back to his usual self.

"Osamu... You're being annoying"

"You think I'm just annoying?~"

His voice comes out in a tender whisper, his mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. He's insufferable. He could be anything for you if you wanted it. Especially annoying! He almost drools when you roll your eyes affectionately at him, the coldness in his heart disappears as he leans in just a little, invading your personal space as always, eager to hear your reply.

"Amongst other things, yes..."

You flash him a sweet little smile, and it mends all that is wrong in the world. The pink in your cheeks is starting to turn red, and it sends him to the moon. He hums, slowly nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, it's his turn to curl up. You run your fingers through his messy hair that tickles you, feeling the warmth of Dazai's breaths against the back of your ear.

"Hmm, do I look like a pillow to you?"

He can hear the smile in your murmur, and he pulls back from your neck briefly, peering at you through his messy bangs, those intense hazelnut eyes demanding your attention, and his voice drips with an aching devotion that oozes like honey. he moves his lips to your ear, and whispers.

".. You look like an angel to me."

He watches you self destruct at his painfully smooth delivery of a compliment, and secretly rewards himself for once again giving you another reason to never leave. He's got it all!

Romance, self deprecating humor, an inability to properly process his emotions and grief, but more importantly, an undying commitment to stay alive against all odds so that he may see another day of you in his arms... or you helping him change his bandages... or-

He's cut short by you grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him into the most sinfully delicious kiss known to man, and he could swear that despite all his efforts, this might be what ACTUALLY kills him.

[enigmaticwhore]

[kenm4vhs]

using the wise words of taylor swift:

he’s so tall and handsome as hell

[fun-esta]

[ranzemn]

Isagi and his thighs 🙏

Isagi has a thigh fetish, so OF COURSE his thighs gotta be gorgeous too 🤤

[neodiekido]

maki and ouma never trying to understand each other and only seeing the other as the facades they place up is so interesting but no one in the fandom ever does anything with this except to villainize maki and call her stupid or a bitch for it

[totheidiot]

i think we can put all the versions of death note and its adaptations into a spectrum based on how much light and L want to kill each other and on one side of the spectrum, it's the death note japanese musical and on the very other side, it's the death note tv drama.

[homelanderpilled]

dating homelander headcanons

(homelander x gn!reader)

he kills you

[maximura]

[islandofthedollz]

JIMMY BUT HE'S FUCKING YOU UNTIL YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A DROOLING MESS AND YOU TELL TO STOP OR WAIT BUT JUST KEEPS GOING SO YOU GET MORE OVERSTIMULATED LIKEEEE -🎺 anon

❤︎Welcome home ❤︎

⁠❥TW: mean Jimmy, reader calls Jimmy daddy, overstimulation

⁠❥ Broo I got too carried away with this!!! lol ily 🎺 annon, bro I have to make a master list I think imma finish my inbox 1st maybe or maybe I’ll do it sooner and I’ll add a cute intro with my cute lil annons listed below!

It was the day that Jimmy finally came home. He was off on a haul for 6 months, and you were so happy for him that he finally got a job and he’s not in the wrong path but it meant that he had to be so far away from you. 

There was a knock on your door. You immediately ran to the door and looked at the mirror next to the door admiring yourself make sure you look amazing for him. You opened the door. “Jimmy.” You yelled. “ your finally here” you wrapped your arms around his semi muscular build. You feel his arms wrapped around you pulling you closer. “Missed me that much doll”. He said a smirk appearing on his face. You nod. You back away from the hug and you shared a chaste kiss on the doorstep.

He held your hand and guided you into your home. “I can’t believe you’re finally here”. You said. "Believe it, babe.” Jimmy said. “I’m all yours, for the next 6 months .” He laughed sheepishly. “We’ll make the most of it I promise”. You laughed. Jimmy placed his finger under your chin tilting your head up to look at him. You look at his lustful eyes. “Then prove it doll.”

You jumped into his arms Jimmy holds you tight. You pulled him closer, attaching your lips and walks towards the direction of the bedroom. 

"Someone’s a little excited.” Jimmy pulled away from the kiss to see you blush a little, whispering a hushed ‘Shut up’ before going back to pull him into a kiss again. You smiled brightly, so happy to have your love with you for a little while. 6 months was not a long amount of time. But you’ll make the most of it in more ways then one.

Jimmy placed you down on the floor He pushed you against the bed, gently, crawling on top like a hungry predator looking at you like your his next meal. Jimmy pulled off his and pulls off your top . Jimmy leaning into your neck and leaving his mark there. “I missed you babe,” He muttered, kissing your neck.

“I missed you, too Jimmy.” Your hand went to his cheek. Jimmy leans into your touch.

Jimmy’s hands found your skirt, tugging it down. “Sit up for a second doll.” He commanded, you, wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he reached behind you and unclasped your bra. “ I missed these…” He muttered as he threw the Lacey bra behind his shoulder. Jimmy smiled leaning down to kiss you, kneading your breasts in his large hands, before moving down to place rough kisses on them. “You weren’t being a little slut and touching your self while I was away.” He said , his hands finding your panties and pulling them back and letting them snap against your skin. You moaned out involuntarily.

"No Daddy I promised I never touched my self while you were gone.” Jimmy pulled your panties down to your ankles, and you kicked them off. 

“Doll turn around for me. I want to look at you for a bit before you do anything else.”

Shuddering at Jimmy’s orders, you get on the bed and you go on all four’s you arch your ass up in the air. You crossed your arms in front of you, resting your head on your forearms as you focused on steadying your breathing. Closing your eyes, you waited in anticipation of what Jimmy will do next.

His callous and rough hand brushed over your ass with, Jimmy’s palm gropes as much skin as he could before releasing his grip before doing it again. Jimmy’s hand remained on your rear, stroking here and there with his thumb, grazing over your cunt. You feel his finger lightly touching your pussy it makes you deepen your arch, presenting yourself and silently asking for more of his attention, the very thing you couldn’t seem to live without. “ baby didn’t your parents teach you patience. I just wanna look at you, so you stay there and be a good little girl for me yeah can you do that.”

You nodded, letting him do as he wished for however long he wanted. You felt lucky he had the decency to treat you like you were made out of glass a contrast of how he usually treats you. You’re thankful for his generosity compared to his usual grumpy self and easily angered. You start to move pushing your ass into his face.

“Already’ getting impatient sweetheart? Thought I taught you better than that.” His touch was constant, running lines up and down your cunt it made you wetter you just wanted to be touched by the man you missed and loved

“I just missed you, Daddy,” you replied , fighting the urge to grind your hips into his hand.

“I know you did, baby. Your pussy can’t last a day without needing somethin’ from me. Is that it? You want Daddy to give you some love, huh?” His fingers found your clit rubbing circles over the bundle and forcing a whine out of you.

“Please, please… daddy touch me more”.

Jimmy pulled away, you lift your head and looking back at him with a pout . Jimmy didn’t need say anything, he didn’t have to you knew that he didn’t have to. The nasty smirk on his face let you know that you weren’t running this show he is.

“Not so fast doll’. I need you to do something first.” Jimmy looked at you you see his eyes going down and gestured to the large bulge in his rough jeans, you get up and face him “You wanna be a good and make me feel good baby”.

You reach for Jimmy’s jeans, the workout metal of his belt buckle enticing you to unbuckle it. You place your hands his knees, your gentle touch danced over his thighs. Your fingers undid his belt you and threw it on the carpeted floor.

You blushed when you remembered how big and thick he really is. You feel him through his underwear. You lean down and kissed his covered cock just the way Jimmy likes it. He loves it when you worship him like if he was your god.

You hear him groan. “You gonna keep teasing me? Or are you gonna show me how much you miss me?" His demands brought you back reality.

“Just wanted your cock a kiss, Daddy,” you smiled playfully, throwing him a cheeky smile. “Yeah doll ? Fuck you know how much I love it when you do that I love it more when you use that slutty little mouth of yours,” he leaned back he looked relaxed.

You playfully tugged on the waistband of his, pulling them down along with his jeans until they dropped to his knees. The length of his cock bobbed against his stomach, you wrapped your hands round him heat coursed through your body at the sight of him.

You kissed the tip of his cock, the taste of his pre cum you moan favoring the flavor. You start moving your head up and down his length. You hear Jimmy moan. You look up at him his head thrown in pleasure his cheeks dusted pink.

You move your mouth deeper into his cock you feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your head. Your hand to message his balls. The weight of him on your tongue was comforting, smiling to yourself as his salty flavor filled your taste.

“Perfect fuckingmouth. You missed having my cock in your mouth huh ?” You moaned around Jimmy in reply, you bucked your head faster over him. “Course you do. Trained your all slutty holes to take me so well made myself a perfect fuck doll.”

Jimmy’s words melted you, moving more insistently and adding your hands to the mix you speed up. Your hand over his length, your shared bedroom filled with the sounds of gagging and slurping. You wanted to be nasty when you sucked him off spitting on his cock just the way he liked, the way Jimmy taught you.

You had no thought you just wanted to pleasure him you enjoyed this, being at his mercy being good for him the best way you knew how.

“That’s it. Good fucking girl. You like using your mouth on Daddy? Getting me all messy?”

You pulled your head back and you maintain eye contact with him as you continued to stroke him with one hand covered in spit while you diverted your attention lower. You lean down again your tounge licking over his heavy balls, you fluttered your tongue over one of them, your pussy clenching around nothing at the grunt Jimmy unleashed deep within his chest.

You feel a salty taste fill your mouth. You remembered something that Jimmy like to see. You look at him you open your mouth. Giving Jimmy a good look at your cum covered mouth before you swallow. “Your such a good girl for daddy you earned a reward. Lay on the bed daddy wants a taste of his baby.

You lie on the bed. You feel the bed dip. You see Jimmy in between your legs as he lowers him self to your pussy. You feel Jimmy’s tounge as it flick at your clit, he looks up at you as you moaned out his name gently. Your eyes shut closed you moaned, bucking your hips towards his face. 

“Stop moving doll ,” He said against you, pressing down roughly on your hips. Jimmy sucks you harshly, as he made strokes your pussy with his tongue, your thighs cage around his head you pushed him further into your hands go to his hair and you firmly grasp his hair. You couldn’t help but utter his name in a sort of chant, his tongue against you bringing you into a daze.

“D-Daddy,” You breathed out, your back arching off the bed, feeling the fire in your lower abdomen. Jimmy keeping at his pace, bringing his hand to your mouth as his intense gazes looked at you sucking on his fingers. You feel his tounge leave your pussy and you felt his fingers inside of you, keeping a harsh pace as they entered and exited you.

You couldn’t help but moan out in surprise, your sensitivity very evident. “Daddy, what, what are you doing…” You tried to keep your voice stable, but it didn’t seem to be happening. “Shut up doll,” He said, “It’s alright. I got you.” He kissed your lips then, keeping his fingers scissoring you against your walls and ravishing in your wetness. “I’m just gonna make you feel good,” He said.

“That’s all, babe..” Your head fell against his shoulder as his other hand supported your back. Your thighs involuntarily closed around his hand, and he pushed you gently off his shoulder. “You gotta keep your legs open for me, baby girl.” He said. You moaned out and nodded, separating your legs and exposing more of yourself to him. “Daddy,” You breathed out, as he kept his pace going, his thumb rubbing against your clit adding to the pleasure.

The familiar feeling returned and you came all over his fingers, watching him smirk as he placed one in his mouth. “Fuck that was sexy” “Jimmy Fuck me please,” You muttered against his lips. “I’ve missed you…” He smiled.

Jimmy quickly gets on top of you. You blush at the sight of him. He lines up his cock with your wet entrance. “Daddy slow down” you beg “You can take it you’re a big girl”Jimmy snaps, as he grabs your wrists in his rough hand to pin them above your head. 

The change in angle gives him new leverage to sink his cock into the deepest parts of you making you see stars.

Your eyes roll back in your head.

Jimmy looks down between your joined bodies, he licks lips at the sight of you making an mess on his cock. Your cum connect to his skin every time he pulls back the sight alone could send him over the edge. “You’re so fuckin’ messy doll fucking nasty slut,” he growls, snapping his hips into you to pressing his cock against onto your cervix.

Your body jolts up at his cock but Jimmy doesn’t stop, instead your mouth falls open as your cunt begins to flutter around Jimmy once more, “Are you gonna cum?”

You nod desperately, “Please, daddy please stop to rough I can’t take it !”

Jimmy rolls his eyes at your needy pleads for more but still circles his hips to grind against your clit sending you over the edge for the. Your entire body trembles as you cum, back arching before you let out a moan. Jimmy doesn’t even catch on to what’s happening until you’re squirting around his cock, soaking his hips and thighs.

Jimmy groans as the force makes his cock leave it pussy. You’re squirming and your eyes watery falling on the pillow the bed sheets are ruined.

As he tries to sink his cock back inside you, your incessant wiggling makes it difficult. “Quit fuckin’ moving bitch!” he growls, harshly slapping your cheek. You whimper, you squeeze your thighs shut as you cunt clenches pathetically around nothing at the impact. Jimmy sighs in annoyance, finally releasing your wrists in favor instead he forces your thighs apart, putting you into a mating press. 

Jimmy rolls his hips, he forced his cock back into your tight cunt, he grunts. Your eyes tear up when he bumps against your clit, shake in his hold. There’s a mischievous smirk on Jimmy’s face as he thrusts harder into your cunt, only fucking you harder when he notices the little tears in your eyes as you stare up at him with big doe eyes. 

Despite the torment he puts your body in, you still stare up at him with love in your eyes. The sight of your big eyes looking at him as if he was your god makes his heart flutter.

Your body falls more limp, letting Jimmy pound into you how he wants.You are aware that he’s going to make you cum over and over again regardless of what you say or do Jimmy doesn’t care he likes seeing you come undone for him he likes it when your to dumb to speak.

He thinks you’re so cute, the way your teary eyes look at him begging for him to stop he knows it getting to much for you.

You arch your hips trying to meet his rough thrusts. You feel like you’re in heat trying to chase that orgasm. His uneven nails sink into your skin and you hiss at this feeling, your mouth is falling open. As you finally cum squirting all over him making a mess.

“You’re so fuckin’ filthy doll ,” Jimmy says his dull chocolate eyes, locked on to your messy cunt seeing how it disappears every thick inch of his cock, “I missed this”.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Soap doesn't smoke.

Didn't.

Does occasionally.

Sometimes.

When he needs it.

Routinely.

Any chance he gets.

He didn't used to. Not for any morality reason or whatever. Lord knows he already lacks enough of it. Just sometimes it was easier to literally run himself to the ground then go to the shop. There was just no real reason to attach himself when he could just as easily pick his skin of his fingers raw while he got lost in his head.

Plus his mam always said "John, donnae you even start on this, you know how granda was." Granda was a 78 year old bugger who died of lung cancer, and he must've smoked a pack a day. Pretty good for a fucker killin' himself, soap reckons. 'Course he respects the hell outta the man still, and he'll never tell his mam about blond stranger he bummed from once as a teen. There was never any reason to wake a, perhaps, dormant gene.

Never any reason until there was.

It was only bumming a cig once or twice when it was offered. A rare occasion. Waiting for exfil from a salty mission with nobody but the grass and the breeze to witness. Nothing to say. Just have a smoke about it. All that happened. Everything they survived. The parts they almost didn't. But Soap doesn't smoke.

Ghost would never admit it but he gets snippy when he doesn't have his smokes. So Soap carries a pack on him just in case. Just in case Ghost loses his own. It happens sometimes. When it does he'll offer his pack to Ghost, take one for himself too. No reason not to. But it's not like he smokes. Not really.

Usually after the team gets out of debrief from a tough mission Ghost needs a smoke. It helps him unwind. Brings his mind out of survival mode. Brings the lieutenant back to the Ghost. Soap finds he often needs it just as much. Less so for the nicotine, more for the silence, sometimes for the motions. It helps remind him how to to breathe properly again. But he doesn't really smoke.

Ghost likes to have a smoke after meal times. He doesn't even invite Soap anymore, expects him to follow. Like clockwork morning, afternoon, and evening smoke. Soap switched to Ghost's brand. Every time, without fail, Ghost would forget his pack of cigs after lunch and bum one off Soap. And every time, without fail, Ghost would routinely complain about the piss quality of his cigs. But it's not like Soap smokes all the time.

Until he did.

It was Soap's own fault too. Picked a fight over some meaningless topic that he can't remember. Some things were said. Some things were unsaid. He made Ghost the villian in his story. Next thing he knew Ghost was packed up and shipping off to the other side of the country. Soap said some gnarly things. Things he wishes he couldn't take back a thousand times over again. But worse than that it's what he wishes he hadn't left unsaid out of fear. Wasn't even the three big words. Just one. One pathetic work that he couldn't utter. And Ghost would have stayed. Now his clothes smell like smoke, his room, his blanket, his kit, his sketchbook. When he wakes in the morning. Around his breakfast. In the gym working out. Cleaning his fire arms. Doing paperwork. Fixing the broken shit on base. He still smokes Ghost's cigarettes. He was right, his old ones were piss. But more importantly they smell like him. Everything smells like Ghost. Reminds him what he lost. What he chased away. Just how he wants it. Let the memories and hurt really sink in. Ghost said he'd be back. Some day. Soap will return to his cheapest quality cigs. A harsh reminder of what he lost. But for now he smells like Ghost, and he won't easily give it up.