#idk you can't prove shit

[fester-jester]

Shut the fuck up

[yuri-alexseygaybitch]

You poor wittle baby. I'm sorry you're reaping what your ancestors sowed by creating a hellhole pressure cooker ethnostate that was going to blow up in your face eventually. CLEARLY you're the real victim here, as evidenced by the fact you have time to come into my Tumblr notes and bitch. OBVIOUSLY we need to send you thoughts and prayers while Bibi is getting ready to glass Gaza with everyone still stuck inside it. I'm so sorry this is happening to you. #ImaginePeace

Israeli settlers casually fleeing back to the US or Europe or wherever they want to go really thanks to passport privilege while Palestinians are literally trapped in a giant cage waiting for the Israeli military to bomb the shit out of them highlights another power asymmetry of the Palestinian occupation: the freedom of movement, or lack thereof. Palestinians are not free to move across their own land. Everything is controlled through the most elaborate and heavily militarized borders, security checkpoints, military blockades, minefields, etc. in the world. Even if those didn't exist you can bet a Palestinian wouldn't be able to just get on a plane and go wherever they please without so much as a visa (not to mention the likely thousands of Palestinians who have been put on no fly lists due to be pure racism). When conflict breaks out they simply have nowhere to go. An Israeli can hop on a jet and fuck off back to Long Island or wherever until it simmers down.

[allurared]

i'm not against anti AI policy in academia in concept but i am against it in practice since it is basically unenforceable

[sandutita]

why do i get offended whenever i watch someone's video and see them using a song that i knew beforehand (and it's relatively niche/unpopular, at least to me and my dumb brain)

i'm like no that's my song >:( get your own song

[adimilkys]

“Your ex has never made you what?”

Sylus x reader 18+ MDNI

cw : smut, f!reader, overstimulation, p in v, stomach bulge, oral (f receiving), no protection (wrap it before you tap it), petnames, biting and probably more

synopsis : after telling Sylus you "aren't able to orgasm" because you never did with your exes, he proves you very wrong

author's note : wrote this after work, idk how because I'm literally dying so there may be a lot of mistakes lol also english isn't my native so if you find and spelling mistakes whoops

You've been dating Sylus for over a month now, it's been an... interesting ride for sure. You're over the kissing stage and teasing, but you've never talked with him about sex- well until tonight.

"If you're not comfortable we don't have to, kitten" he whispered in your ear, you were both laying in his bed, you on top of him as he scratched your head.

"It's not that I'm not comfortable... it's just embarassing, Sy" You buried your face in his chest, he raised his eyebrow at your statement. "What's embarassing?"

At his question you buried your face deeper in his chest, knowing that you have to tell him either way. "I... just can't..." you mumbled

"You can't what, kitten? Come on, tell me."

"I-I can't orgasm..." he was quiet for a few seconds, before letting out a laugh. You raised yourself up from his chest, a pout on your face. "I'm serious, Sy!"

"And why do you think you can't orgasm?" He asked, gripping your waist. "W-Well everytime I got intimate, I was just never able to come-"

"And you think that's your fault?" He raised his eyebrow, looking into your eyes, making you look away with flushed cheeks. "Well yeah, I mean it's always me who can't cum" he grabbed your chin, making you look at him again.

"Sweetie, it's those pathetic men that couldn't make you cum" He started kissing your face, making you even more flustered "But-"

"Do you want me to prove it to you I can make you come minimum 5 times right now?" You stared at him with wide eyes, Sylus wasn't the one to break his promises, but you decided to play along.

"Hmph... All talk no action-" And with that, he slammed his lips on yours, capturing them in a messy kiss. He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for access to your mouth. When you smirked, not opening your lips he bit it, making you gasp as he forced his tongue inside, immediately wrapping your tongues together.

You let out a moan, his hand sliding under your (his) shirt, squeezing your breasts. As you pulled your head away to breath, his lips continued assaulting now your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping on it- leaving many marks.

His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, revealing your tits "So fucking pretty" he whispered before latching onto one of your nipples. "S-Shit... Sylus-" you buried your hands in his hair, slightly pulling at it making him groan.

After being satisfied with the amount of marks he left on your breasts, he kissed down your stomach, lower and lower until he reached your shorts. "Tell me, kitten. Has someone ever eaten you out?" He raised his head up, staring at your face while you shook your head.

"Tsk... you've been messing around with immature boys, not real men sweetie" he said before sliding down your shorts right with your panties. "Such a pretty pussy, s'wet, all mine" with that he immediately dived in, groaning at the taste of your juice.

You moaned out his name loudly, one of your hands leaving his hair and now gripping onto the sheets. Your legs tied around his head. He sucked onto your clit, his tongue doing wonders. His hand moving to grab your thigh, squeezing it (probably leaving marks as well)

"Feels- so good!" You whined, throwing your head back as one of his fingers entered you, his fingers were so much bigger compared to yours (Which they also couldn't make you cum)

He followed that up with his second finger, stretching you out. Your moans were getting louder and your walls clenched around him. "Sylus! I- Ah!" you cried out before arching your back, letting out a silent scream as you came on his fingers and mouth, your eyes rolling back as you saw stars.

All your release ran down his throat, licking his lips before getting up from between your thighs. You were trying to catch your breath, your chest moving up and down.

"What did I tell you, sweetie?" he leaned down to your ear, nipping at it, "Four more to go" you shivered at his words, his hands grabbing your legs and raising them until your knees were touching your chest.

"Now relax f'me..." he grabbed his member, positioning it at your entrance, you didn't even realize he had taken his clothes off and oh

he was huge, thick too. Your eyes widened at his size, which he of course noticed, letting out a chuckle. "Worried I won't fit?" before you could even say anything, he pushed the tip in, knocking your breath out of your lungs.

Your nails digging into his back, he groaned at how tight you are "Sy..." You whined at the stretch, suddenly his fingers pinched your clit, the pain of the stretch and pleasure of his fingers made you scream, once again- making you climax.

As you were panting he continued his torture on your clit, pushing himself in even deeper, not even halfway in but making you feel like he's in your lungs.

"Fuck... Three more, kitten." after a bit more pushing, he finally bottomed out, you were already so cockdrunk, feeling all of him, every twitch and vein. He waited a bit, making sure you adjust before moving.

Starting off slow, making sure you feel comfortable, he looked at your face, sweat rolling down your forehead, hair stuck to your face, tears rolling down your cheeks, eyes closed shut and mouth hanging open as you moaned.

You looked so fucking beautiful, he lowered his head, hand grabbing your chin as he slammed his lips on yours, not wasting any time as his tongue entered and explored your mouth. His thrusts speeding up, your moans getting louder.

Suddenly, his cock hit your sweet spot, making you gasp. He smirked at your reaction, angling toward it, making sure to hit it again, again and again. You sobbed, biting your lip as you felt another ogarsm coming, clenching around his member.

"shit shit shit- Sy-Sylus!" you screamed as you came for the third time, already feeling so overstimulated. "N-No more- I can't-" You begged, whining.

"Shhh... two more sweetie" He wiped your tears away, leaving kisses all over your face. He suddenly pulled out, making you gasp as he flipped you onto your stomach, not wasting any second- slamming right back inside you.

"FUCK-" You gripped the pillow, burying your face in it, muffling your moans. His brows furrowed, groaning as he gripped your hips, pounding into you.

"W-Well, none of that sweetie, I want to hear you-" He chuckled, pulling you up so you were on his lap, his chest pressed against your back as he bounced you up and down on his cock.

Your head was hanging low, that's when you saw the huge bulge in your lower stomach disappearing and reappearing over and over. You were barely holding up with his pace.

His mouth once again started attacking your mouth, hiding his own sounds as he was getting closer himself, the way your pussy was clenching around him felt godly. The way your tits bounced, the way drool was dripping from the corner of your lips.

"C'mon... two more..." it was insane how many times he was able to make you cum. With his fingers back on your clit, you threw your head on his shoulder and with a cry you came once again, the only reason you haven't fallen forward being that Sylus is holding your waist.

Within a few thrusts, he came too with a choked moan- filling you up with his warm cum.

After catching his breath, he pulled out, flipping you on your back once again, you barely lifted your head, looking at him with confusion written on your face.

"One more... or maybe two more?" He smirked, going back to your cunt with his mouth.

requests are open, feel free to send your prompts

[lowkeyrobin]

(i’m not sure if your requests are open so i’m sorry if they aren’t and i’m sending this in 😭)

Can I request Five with a reader that’s always really energetic and yaps a lot but something happens between them and Reader gets distant?? 🫶

ooo yeah sure!! ; and my requests are on dw! when they're closed I remove my inbox in general just to avoid it and to prevent ppl who don't look at the big bold words in my bio lol ; but yeah, thank you for requesting! hope you enjoy! ; also I made this in hc format cause I was NOT trying to write all that

FIVE HARGREEVES ; yapparappa

summary ; youre really energetic and talkative, but once a fight breaks, you become distant and quiet

warnings ; language

disclaimers ; don't ask ab the title, I was just thinking parappa the rapper and yeah idk

word count ; 278

masterlist

he's a quiet guy

but he'll happily listen to your yapping

you surprisingly teach him a lot

and he finds it comforting

like classical music to Reginald, he wouldn't be able to survive without you

but after a fight (about Marcus / Sparrow Academy & him running off with Klaus and not being around for the Kugelblitz) you'd started to avoid him

he said some very rude things

those things being along the lines of how he wished he never met you, how annoying you are, how much he can't stand you, etc

so you obviously stormed off all angry at each other

but you'd become completely distant while he was trying to fix the world again

like you didn't come down for an early morning coffee with him like you usually did

nor did you rant about anything to him later that night or the ones following

if he was even around, you'd move away and not even look at him

like he hadn't heard you speak for DAYS

that's never happened before

like you're always rambling about something or asking him questions about shit, etc

he started to feel bad when Klaus started yelling at him about it

"this is childish! you're stuck in a child's body trying to prove you're a man and you're hurting your love!" he fake cries. "they could get kugelblitz'ed and their last memories of you would be you yelling at them, five"

he groans, deciding he'll go apologize to you

so he apologizes, expecting one from you as well

and you deliver

he's up front and honest that he doesn't find your rambling annoying

if anything its comforting for him

aweee happy ending lol

[dontbesoweirdkira]

I just imagined if batchild who favored Tim being Bruce bio-child. Damian so jealous and angry because his blood sibling chose Drake over him? This is too personal. Poor Tim will not have peace. I can imagine Damian trying to prove himself to his little sibling.

But the question is, does Damian even really give a flying fuck about this kid? Or does he just hate Tim and wants to destroy any ounce of happiness this boy has? Questions. Questions. Questions. lol.

Idk I love Damian being a little shit,,, he's something a little silly

Yes, Damian will terrorize Tim over this. He has such bad emotional regulation and he doesn't fully understand why he's so angry. He doesn't particularly like children and all their crying and babbling..they're stupid and useless...

But it peeves him so much seeing Tim take on such a prominent older brother role in their life. Tim is tainting the kid, he's not teaching them properly. A child should be held this way, it should be taught this, you need to do this. That is what his mother did to ensure his proper development so it must be right!

I can just imagine Damian cringing at all the baby talk and stupid games Tim plays with them. At first he's such a hate watcher of them. He'll be in the corner of the room, glaring daggers into them. "hmph they're perfect for each other. Dumb and even dumber. Guess which is which..." He snickers in his mind

Then he resorts to insulting Tim and micro-managing him. His baby siblings doesn't need to play with rattles, they need to be doing more intensive activities....Ughh.. They're being so stunned right now.

Then...slowly when no one is watching, he might speak to it. He doesn't get down on the floor with his sibling, he's just looking down at 'em and low-key shit talking. They piss him off so much but still he's at a lost for why?? Why does he seem to care about them and their upbringing so much when he hates them?

It isn't until Tim leaves for a mission or something when Damian *attempts* to hold and play with batchild. The child just looked so pitiful that he felt compelled to entertain them. Batchild starts to unexpectedly grow on him...eventually he starts kind of...loving them...? He feels warm when they smile at him...and an intense passion to protect them...

He's shy about it but Damian is obsessed with that damn baby. He won't try to draw attention to it but that is his baby now.

He can't help but to feel so possessive over them too, he'll cross his arms and huff when someone picks them up...he's stealing them back after five minutess...

But here's where the issue arises, Damian finally is feeling super close with batchild and has created this secret bond that no one else understands. He's done this oath with them in a pillow fort and everything, he's confidently believes that he's the new favorite sibling.

"Okay, Now we will drink this grape juice as we are solidified as true bloods of the Wayne bloodline..."

*intense babbles and clapping*

"Yes, our superior lineage is something to celebrate."

But then Tim comes back and batchild completely forgets about Damian and rushes to Tim. Even refusing to be held by Damian later on. His heart is crushed and to him this is the ultimate betrayal.

If Tim didn't have peace before, he really won't have it now. Like Damian wants to duel over this, it's that serious to him.

The pure venom that Damian spews is so fucked up that I cannot even repeat it. Like Tim is worried for his safety at this point.

Damien would definitely steal batchild out of their crib at night and take them into one of the unused rooms in another wing of the manor. It's fully decorated with tons of things batchild loves, all necessities...even has tons of snacks and a fridge with goodies. Damian is fully prepared to be the sole provider for this baby. lmaoo. He's hiding this kid out there for a good couple of hours before everyone realizes where the two of them are.

Damian is fighting hard to keep from them taking batchild...but is defeated when batchild sees Tim and goes

"Timmy!!" and tries running to him. It's so hilarious. Damian is at his wits end. He's never going to stop though until he's number one. Even if "Timmy" has to go.

Dami is the most un-serious-serious person on the planet.

[bramblebeau]

Alright I told myself I wouldn't interact with fandom when s2 came out, and I haven't and don't plan to except to say this about people deciding Caitlyn is the Worst or that the writing is OOC.

As someone who has had a family member violently killed, I cannot stress how much it shakes up everything you thought you were and stood for. My beliefs in proportionate compassionate justice and the rights of all human beings are some of the strongest I have (stronger now because of the way that experience affected me personally), but they were pushed to the absolute limit when it came to an individual who had killed my loved one, showed no remorse, and laughed in our faces outside court, among other things.

People generally like to believe it wouldn't be them or their peace-loving family members being talked down from seriously considering violent revenge, consequences be damned. People like to believe they wouldn't lash out at people closest to them under that pressure, that they wouldn't build walls around the kindest and most sensitive parts of themselves because those parts are the ones feeling pain you never thought possible, that they wouldn't stalk the killer, make notes on all their family and friends, and fuck up their hands punching walls in anger wishing so badly it was flesh and bone because they can't handle the fact that there's no way to turn back time to stop it all from happening. People like to think they're "better" than that. But the reality is messy and painful as hell.

With Caitlyn, she has the added guilt of having actually had the opportunity to stop Jinx before she fired the rocket, but she hesitated just long enough for it to result in the deaths of her mother and other councillors and in the cities being plunged into chaos. Not only that, but the person close to her she's lashing out at is the person who caused her to hesitate, and just so happens to be the sister of the killer.

Furthermore, her behaviour is entirely in character. We have seen her set up as someone who becomes obsessed with achieving a goal and will do pretty much anything she wants to get there. In S1, we agreed with her methods because her goal was exposing and taking down Silco, and because it led to Vi being released. In S2, she's doing a similar thing but it's fuelled by fear and a type of pain she doesn't know how to deal with, rather than being fuelled by a need to prove herself and solve a case, and it leads to her making morally questionable decisions and to hurting Vi. She admits herself, albeit privately to Vi, that she does not know what she's doing and doesn't know how to fill this hole in her chest (and the hole in the city leadership). She has been sheltered from the real world for almost all her life, and as a result she has no experience of functioning or making decisions under this kind of pressure. The real world blew up in her face in the worst way and she was given power and a loaded rifle, and then shoved into an even more elevated position by a very experienced warlord who is manipulating the shit out of the whole situation.

I'm not saying that you have free rein to hurt people when you're grieving and facing extreme stress. (If you think that's what I'm saying then idk I'm not sure there's much hope for you in terms of critical thinking skills). What I'm saying is that Caitlyn is exhibiting pretty normal human behaviour that most people would be susceptible to in those circumstances, not the behaviour of someone who is some kind of heartless abusive bastard.

TLDR: Caitlyn is being written in a way that completely makes sense and is also not OOC, and if someone told me there would be no chance of them reacting in similar ways I simply would not believe them.

[traegorn]

Girl you can rant and rave all day but we all know for a fact you can't vote your way out of this mess so your "genuinely, what else can we do?" sounds like pure cucked defeatism. This downward spiral of American fascism has proven stable, so no, voting isn't going to stop it. The democrats will never be pushed left - as proven by blatant history. I know this is your cue to list a bunch of social services or civil rights concessions a la #bidenwins but the drip violence of homophobia and abortion restrictions under republicans does not come close to the bipartisan armed tyranny that murders people in broad daylight.

Voting isn't going to solve any of this, and no voting isn't going to "clear the way" or make it easier to resist. Democrats have proven over and over and over again they will use the full force of violence to stop anything that truly threatens them and the ONLY WAY to stop American fascism is to threaten them, to threaten the very foundations of the system itself.

You exert all this effort, have all this pained frustration, over the weakest political action you can take. You are not challenging fascism or tyranny or helping any of the people harmed under bipartisan violence. You ignore these people and focus on "harm reduction" for the few who do benefit from the pitiful social safety nets democrats eke out only to be undermined in the next four or eight years as republicans INEVITABLY take back power. Such is the case of a two party system, as history proves. You're staving off the inevitable by exerting all this energy into electoralism, and the people you "save" by electing democrats are inevitably hurt anyways when republicans INEVITABLY take back power - because that's what the system guarantees.

You exist in a cycle of abuse with the American government, a punishment-reward system under the 2 parties that keeps you afraid of punishment and too desperate for reward that you ignore how the hand that feeds you is also putting kids in cages and blowing up babies overseas. You, and everyone who thinks like you, will never be the ones to save anybody.

Idk I was pissed and now got all sad again after writing this. Just so you know my being sad at the state of your ideology isn't a representation of my passivity that people like you like to construe - I am painfully politically active. But it's just...sick. You're stuck in an abusive cult and now I just feel bad for you

I'm usually a lot nicer when I reply to folks, but you brought a certain energy that deserves a different response. I want to be clear to any passersby who I'd normally be polite to in this kind of conversation: This energy is reserved only for chucklefucks who bring this kind of shit to me. Please do not take this as a reflection as to how I'd treat people willing to engage honestly and civilly with me. This anon came to me unprovoked, so they're getting a rather unique response.

So here we go.

Oi, shit head. This was the stupidest thing I've read all day.

Democrats 100% have moved left in the last 40 years. Are we still recovering from when they got dragged right by Reagan in the 80s? Yes. But we've made headway getting things back on track. You claim a lot of stuff here, but don't cite a single example. Likely because you just repeat what someone else told you on TikTok that one time. You couldn't find your way through actual theory if it smacked you in the face with its dick. But you don't want me to actually justify it.

Because your own words told me you'd dismiss any evidence I provided:

I know this is your cue to list a bunch of social services or civil rights concessions a la #bidenwins but the drip violence of homophobia and abortion restrictions under republicans does not come close to the bipartisan armed tyranny that murders people in broad daylight.

Bitch, this shit is a sliding scale. Trump authorized more drone strikes than Obama did in eight years. Are they bad? Yes. But if you're telling me you want more murders, Trump's your guy. Guess what, living in America means dealing with the fact that you've been complicit in genocide this whole time. Look at the land you stand on -- it is soaked in blood. Look at the smart phone you're reading this on, it literally came out of a genocide.

You bathe in blood every day, fucking figure it out.

We do our best to minimize harm. And if you'd ACTUALLY read or watched anything I've said, your two half dead braincells would have noticed the part where I constantly say "voting is not the end of your activism." It's the fucking start.

Either Harris or Trump will be the next President. Trump will be worse. If you aren't doing everything you can to stop him, you're not a leftist, you're a grandstanding piece of shit who doesn't care about anything other than the smell of your own farts.

You want to fuck up the two parties? Great. Put in the fucking work -- because the Presidential election ain't it, shithead. Build a real movement from the ground up. Build community, build a party system, run local candidates. When's the last time your ass went to a city council meeting or a school board meeting? Do you even know when they're held where you live?

But let's face it, you couldn't coalition build if you tried because you're so far up your own ass you kiss your small intestine goodnight.

Daddy Revolution ain't coming, shithead. There's work to do, so get your head out of your ass and do it.

You want Trump to win? Netanyahu would kiss you on the lips for it. Fuck off.

[hockeyboistrash]

didn't think i'd be writing a blurb for a canadien's player yet here we are. the hold this man has on me 😮‍💨 gonna be honest idk where the ending was going Arber dares Juraj to ask you for your number. What he doesn't know is that he already has it, three months ago

Arber is a little shit, on and off the ice. Tonight was no different. "There ain't no way she will say yes to you if you ask her out." Arber insisted. They were a few beers down and now at the point of the evening where they were daring each other to do things. You were the subject of the latest dare.

Juraj doesn't even know how you came up in conversation. "Oh and she will say yes to you?" He scoffed. Arber wasn't your type and Juraj knew that.

"I'll bet you $20 right now that I can go over there and ask her for her number and she'll give it me." Arber said, confident in his ability to woo women. Juraj bit his lip slightly, hiding the smirk that threatened to cross his face. It was going to be the easiest $20 he's made in his life.

"You're on." Juraj said, holding his hand out for Arber to shake who happily shook it. He downed the rest of his beer, adjusting the hat on his head before heading over to your table. He was confident, Juraj could tell from the way he walked over. He almost felt bad that you were going to destroy that, almost.

It didn't take long before Arber came back to the table with his tail tucked between his legs, his cocky smile long gone. "I'd like to see you try." He scowled at the Slovak who was trying to hold back his laughter but failing miserably.

"Okay." He said, taking one last sip of his drink and winking at his teammate. "Watch how it's done." Arber shook his head, grinning to himself thinking he was about to watch Juraj fail too.

You quirked your eyebrow as the 6 foot 4 forward slid up next to you wearing a model worthy smile. "Was your friend over there getting rejected not enough? You want a turn now?" You teased. You weren't exactly sure what game they were paying but that wasn't going to stop you from joining in.

"I need a favor." Juraj started. You leaned closer, intrigued by the proposition. Your top was low cut, he could see the outline of your black lacy bra. Juraj wanted nothing more than to take you to the nearest bathroom but he knew he had to keep his hands to himself. At least for now. "My friend over there thinks I can't get your number and I want to prove him wrong. Maybe mess with him a little."

"And what do I get out of it?" You asked, placing a hand on his arm. You knew you were laying it on thick but judging by the way Juraj's teammate was squinting at the two of you it was working.

"I can think of a few ways to thank you later." He said, his accent thick. It was enough for you to clench your thighs together. You didn't want him later, you wanted him now.

"How about you thank me now by taking me home." You suggested, biting your lip seductively. "I'm wearing matching panties." You whispered in his ear, sliding a piece of paper into his pocket to keep up with appearances.

Juraj cleared his throat, trying to think of anything but you laid out on his bed wearing nothing but your black lacy set. He grabbed your hand yanking you up out of your chair. You quickly grabbed your bag and jacket, a shit eating grin plastered on your lips knowing you were in for it tonight.

He stopped by the table Arber was sat at wordlessly holding his hand out for the $20. Arber was in too much shock to argue with him giving him the twenty dollar bill.

"Oh by the way, this is Y/N." Juraj shouted behind him as he dragged you out of the bar.

"Y/N?" Arber asked himself, the name sounding familiar but couldn't quite place where he heard it until it clicked a few seconds later. "Your girlfriend?!"

[thinkinonsense]

Logan thought of the day from a fan!::

Old man Logan being all domestic with someone around his age. I don’t think a lot of people think about the concept but I genuinely enjoy the thought of Logan having a wife he’s desperately in love with. Been married to for years on end 😭😭 him calling her sweet nicknames, combing her hair or buying her things he knows she loves.

(NSFW thoughts just for the hell of it: him still being an amazing lover in bed. Like sure the man isn’t as fast or agile as he used to be, but he can still absolutely ruin your shit. Pouring all of his love into you in the absolutely most animalistic manner possible before collapsing cause his back hurt like a mf)

You don’t have to write anything you’re uncomfortable with but those were just my thoughts! Love your blog, take care 🙂‍↕️💚

aw! this is such a cute concept! i'm currently working on a series rn but i wanna write a full blurb about this in the future<3

old man!logan with a mature!reader

over the years, you and logan have definitely been through some shit. full on yelling matches, jealousy, near death experiences, all of it. no matter what, he always comes back to you with those water colored eyes that you adored so much.

idk why but i think logan would enjoy the simplicity of doing things like laundry, cooking, and dishes together. he always says he wants to help you but somehow his hands sneak up your sweater and his lips always end up on your neck.

late at night, logan will pull you on top of his chest and play with your hair until you fall asleep. during the day, he will put your hair up for you or style it in a simple brain if you need his help.

old man logan loooovvveeesss passionate kisses. you're always running late to work in the morning because logan can't simply give you a quick peck on the lips.

when you two finally have the 'kids' conversation, something snaps in logan. he's constantly hard just even thinking about getting you pregnant.

logan definitely wants a little girl for many reasons but especially because he's worried that if he had a son, he would only inherit the worst of logan's traits.

the two of you never had an actual wedding and nothings official but logan gave you a ring that you never part with. neither of you need a piece of paper to prove your love to each other.

old man logan can still put it DOWN in the bedroom. it's not as rough or fast as it used to be but he still leaves you whimpering and seeing stars.

he thrives off of taking this slow. logan loves making your legs shake and building up your high.

he wears his wedding band on the same chain as his dog tags because he's afraid of it busting due to his claws.

you love putting on an old record late at night while he smokes and you lay in his lap, reading a book. just enjoying each others company.

you are the only person that gets to see logan in his most vulnerable state. he lets you wrap up his scars, clean his claws, kiss the tender and bloody flesh.

logan always promises that he's done fighting but you know the truth.

he's a sweet talker when your irritated at him.

one time you joke about getting old, something about wrinkles or not looking as pretty as when the two of you first met. logan doesn't let it slide. he spends all night long assuring you that you are still as beautiful as the day he first saw you.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Could you pretty please do some domestic Theo x reader headcannons? I am a SUCKER for domestic shit also I love your work lovelyyyy 💕💕

YESSSS

Would be the type to help you cook, even just small things like cutting vegetables or helping stir. He'd be with you in the kitchen.

If you can't cook, he'll cook. He loves it. He loves making food for you. Would also ask you if you like it EVERY SINGLE TIME, even if he's made it before.

Also, 100% see him sneaking vegetables in your meals if he sees you don't eat them too often. Will mix them in sauces or something.

Idk why but I also see him as the person in charge of any repair in the house. Like you need a plumber or electrician to come fix something, he's the only one talking to them and making the decisions. Won't let you worry your pretty little head.

But I do feel like he will try to fix the issues first just to prove to you and him he can do it, but fails, so you have to call someone anyways.

I feel like most of the boys would let you decorate the place yourself, but Theo wants to help. He wants to come along and pick out throw pillows and curtains and rugs. He wants to help you design the place and give his input.

The weekends are just for you two. Sleeping in in the mornings, cuddling in bed, watching shows and movies, just relaxing together.

I feel like he wouldn't get dressed up if you're staying home, too. PJs and sweats only. He wants to be comfy.

Date night every single Friday night. Doesn't matter if you two are fighting. He's putting the fight on pause for a nice date night. In fact, I feel like if you were fighting, he'd make sure the date night's even nicer than normal.

Lowkey hoping you'd forget the fight, or at least make up with him.

Will NEVER let either of you sleep on the couch or in another room. You're fighting? That sucks, he'll make you sleep in the same bed with him, but let you face away from him, probably holding your hand still. You're healing from something and need the bed to yourself? He's on the floor next to the bed.

I feel like he's the type to try to jumpscare you too. Waiting around the corner, or under your bed, or in the closet, just waiting to scare you.

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[euphoricbi]

⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ - 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍⠀ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ⠀⠀ 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍?

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭ 𔓕ㅤׅㅤㅤ

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ࣭ 𔓕ㅤׅㅤㅤ

a/n —

i thought of this on a whim! it was super fun to write, also the last one is a bit longer than the other's cuz i wanted it to be idk.

— Summ ary .

⠀⠀⠀ ‹𝟹 )) Gojo is horny all the time, here's a list of some places he's gotten horny at– and how he dealt with it.

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𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶, 𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰

— ★in the bathroom (>。☆)

⠀Gojo says fucking you in the bathroom is one of the great wonders of his life, he further proves his point when his cock is nestled deep inside your cunt— his hands carefully placed on either side of the stall, your body pressed against the door as you fuck yourself on his cock. Your biting down on your lip, afraid of making a sound and getting caught— but that thrill somehow made it hotter, better—

"Ohhhh, fuuuck. G'nna make me cum, baby. That what ya want? Wanna make me cum? Milk me?" he always ran his mouth when he was excited, you figured that out quick. Gojo reaches his arm around you, fumbling to get to your clit, when he did, he rubbed fast circles on it— before thrusting his hips forward—. "That's a good girl, cream all over me. So fuckin' messy, fuck."

— ★in the library (>。☆)

If your boyfriend wanted you to hate him, he succeeded, especially now. Your eyes peer back at him, only to see him staring directly at your ass— he grins when he sees your pussy tighten around his cock. Cockwarming Gojo at the back of the Library wasn't on your bucket list but hey, it was happening. "Toruuuu, we can't stay like this forever." you whispered, wiggling your ass to further prove your point— you froze when he bucked up into you, "Here, wait a second."

He adjusts his position before placing his hand atop your ass, he whispers 'sit up a little' so you do. Your hand flys over your mouth as he thrusts into your pussy, making a small 'plap' noise— Gojo could care less about noise, but he does for you. He forces your ass down on him with his hand, bucking his hips up at just the right time.

— ★in the movie theater (>。☆)

"Gojo!" you whisper-yelled as you shut your legs around your boyfriend's hand, a pout forming on his face. "I chose this seat for a reason." he mumbles. You squirm a bit, eyes looking down at the people in front of you— not noticing the way Gojo was desperately trying to get to your pussy, "Girl, if you don't let me taste you, I swear—" he laughed for a second before easily moving to get on his knees in front of you. You hesitantly spread your legs, your legs now being pushed up by Gojo's muscular back.

He uses his fingers to pull your panties to the side, a hushed groan escaping his chest as he leant forward, wrapping his mouth around your entire mound before licking between the folds, licking at your clit. Your hands cover your mouth, eyes peering down at him— only to see his blue eyes looking back up at you, as if he was fucking you with them. He drools all over your pussy, lapping at your clit like some kind of hungry animal— two long fingers slide easily into your cunt, vibrations cursing through your veins as he groaned into your clit.

— ★your mom's apartment?! (>。☆)

"Can you stop doing this shit?" you groan as you look at him, his lower lip jutted out in a pout as he rubs your ass. "My mom is awake, asshole." you swat his hand away before trying to get up from the bed— only to be pulled back into your boyfriend's warm chest, his arms around your waist. "Come ooonnn, lemme just put the tip in? Please? Pleeeaaa—" "Fucking, fine, just do it 'Toru." you groan, was visiting your mom for a week to introduce her to your boyfriend too much to ask? Gojo begins to sit up, seemingly having a position he wanted to do in his mind— he puts you on your stomach, pulling your ass up before he realizes he has to take your shorts off, so he takes the opportunity to do that now. "Just, be quick Gojo, I'm not playing with you today." you hear him laugh behind you before mumbling a quick, 'okay okay'.

He pulls his sweatpants just below his thighs, a sigh of relief escaping him as he finally grabs his cock. His other hand pulls his black shirt up, his teeth grabbing ahold of his shirt to keep it up. Gojo presses his cock to your folds, leaning forward and placing his hand by your mouth— you roll your eyes as spit into his hand. He wraps that hand around his cock pumping it a few times before finally, sliding it into your cunt— your pussy stretching just around his tip. He pulled it out, then put it back in— hand fisting his cock— jacking off into your pussy. He breathes through his nose, his black shirt damp with his spit— you look back at him, seeing the way his blue eyes roll back into his head before reopening them, looking down at the way you pussy swallows the tip of his cock— "Just, fuck me 'Toru."

He chuckles into his shirt, moving his hand from his cock and placing it on your ass— your pussy already clenching around his cock before he even pushes it all the way in. His shirt falls from his mouth as he groans, pushing his dick into your cunt— you press your face into your pillow to muffle your moans. His cock somehow felt bigger, you felt so full— Gojo presses his hand onto the back of your head, bullying his cock into you as he whines, "You always make me do this, baby. Can't stop fuckin' ya. Pussy was made f'me, yeah? Gooddd, I feel you cummin' already."

He freezes when he hears footsteps outside the door, the hand on your head now grabbing your hair to pull your head up from your pillow— a line of drool dribbling from your lower lip, as you looked at the door.

"You okay, sweetie?"

"Mmhmm, 'm fine mom." you mumbled, eyes looking at your boyfriend's face, only to see his jaw clench, eyes shut— he whispers, "I almost fuckin' came, holy shit."

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© andi/cy (euphoricbi) . do not copy/plagiarize my works .

[chondrichthyes-x-mantodea]

I dont read what trans identified people respond to me tbh (hard to keep up with even people I like on here) but one responded to my post about gender conditioning being an early process with the hashtag "#terfbullshit" after I talked about how I was molested by a grown man in my Christian private school when I was younger than 5 years old... bruh, idk what you're gonna say to me that proves that's not sex based oppression or conditioning girls. I was constantly bullied by the adults at my school for wearing "boys' clothes" because my parents let me. I was shamed for my weight by the man who hurt me. I was literally bullied by a grown ass woman (daughter of that man) where she would let the little boys hit me because I was crying. I was in PRESCHOOL. You're fucking stupid if you think gender roles suddenly pop into existence as soon as you start puberty. If my parents hadn't told me it's ok for women to act like humans with complex cognitive ability, I would've disconnected from my womanhood. It's mostly "trans women" who get angry at this tho, lmfao you wouldn't know. The roles you grew up with were the pinnacle of humanity, I was raised to perform. Males love to shit themselves over not being able to perform, but how does it feel when your whole identity surrounds the service of others?

Whatever, thank you to the real ones here for being so awesome. The only place I feel safe haha

Edit: imma dox that private school too. Family Christian Academy in Orlando, FL. The principal is a racist piece of shit too. Told my mom I shouldn't be friends with a black boy who was in my kindergarten class. Her parents ran a preschool, and her father would hit us. I can't even recall the SA well. My mind blocks it. One of his rancid daughters physically abused me many times and banned me from wearing dresses because I lifted it as a 4 year old girl. Hope everyone that ran that shit show has a terrible life, trust I know the women are. Must suck being so repressed.

[inchidentally]

admits he hides his eyes during scary movies and that 'there might be some screams'

'I'm a big baby about cold water'

I cannot find it now but he said the drivers room was somewhere you could cry if need be

sings to himself during races to stay calm

bases his entire music taste around femininity one way or another: first with Lily (house music) and then Lando (Taylor Swift, Miley Cyrus, general power girl pop)

favorite show for a while was Sex Education

'my hands are too small!' I just love that he doesn't buy into idiotic male insecurities

he's competitive over competition's sake but not competitive with other men for show or for appearances

despite prolific twitter usage, not a single instance found of even mild or unconscious sexism

totally unapologetically proved he knows what 'bottoming' is in a non-F1 sense not just once but twice

along w Lando, casual and consistent usage of neutral pronouns when not discussing specific partners/people

best interviews are always with Laura Winter

zero chemistry or connection with D*x Sh*pard

does not view his girlfriend as a possession or status accessory to his life

doesn't pose with Lily with his hand on her ass (I might actually say he's the only pro male athlete I know of who's never done this w their partner)

happily a pushover for Lando off the track bc Lando has hyper specific wants/needs where Oscar is super flexible so why not customize things more toward Lando?

despite natural competitiveness and single-minded desire to win that all drivers have, can shake off any disappointments from team orders or Lando getting a podium and not him and be genuinely happy/proud of Lando bc he respects Lando and also why stew on things he can't change?

no idea if he's even aware of this but where he decidedly will not do creepy pseudo "gentlesir" shit with Lily (ie treating her as helpless or in need of his aid to exist in the world) his natural desire for acts of service finds an outlet in doing things for Lando and anticipating Lando's needs (bc no history of social creepiness associated with men doing that for other men)

doesn't care that other people find his long nails weird, he likes having them and cuts them only when they get too long

idk I don't have a heading for all this I just feel like it all ties into things that make Oscar so lovable

[loviestar58]

Sassy Viktor dating HC’s AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

(I need to see how sassy he would be in everyday life pls he’s so entertaining)

🤲

Thank you sm have a lovely day :D

🧡~Dating Sassy Viktor HC's/Scenarios~🧡

My first ever request! I hope it's good I'm not gonna lie I had some difficulty with this idk why shdudbdh

This'll be a mix of Viktor being sassy, sarcastic, teasing, and just being a general playful menace lol

Enjoy‼️💖

🩼~Feins offense at any little thing you do. We've all seen his face, he can make the most offended face imaginable. For example he'd make you something to eat (he can't really cook well and doesn't do it often but he does for you cause he loves you) and he'd serve it to you all smiles, and you'd be all smiles too. Viktor cooking? What a rare treat! Until you bite into it and feel your tongue yell at you "oooo this isn't right..". You try to hide it, chewing slowly, but he sees it immediately, asking if something is wrong.

"Oh it's nothing, just..interesting. The flavor doesn't feel right, I think you put too much salt and herbs-"

His face would scrunch into that offended look, eyes wide and rolling his eyes

"Oh, so you're a food critic now? Judging the food I put my heart and soul into to make for you? I see how it is.."

He'd pout and take his own bite, thinking you were overreacting

You weren't

🩼~It is a common occurrence to whack you with his cane. Usually he does it to get his way in petty arguments, you could be talking about how a certain formula was written wrong in his notes, him being so tired he didn't notice and miscalculated something, but he'd never admit to it. Anytime you tried to show him, he'd lift his cane to your shins and try to grab the book back. You'd recoil and try to dodge each time, laughing at how far he'd go to stay in the right, but he somehow always caught you off guard, and of course he'd never miss a chance to diss you, even if he was completely in the wrong

"You're just mad you're wrong!"

"I'm not wrong, lovely, you just lack the vision to see my genius"

"Well, "Genius", you wrote it wrong!"

"Perhaps you do need your eyes checked.."

🩼~This is Jinx's line in the show, but he totally would pull this classic

"So, Viktor, I've been thinking-"

"Well, thats quite the dangerous endeavor for you"

🩼~Would never let you live it down that you fumbled your attempt at asking him out, having gotten so nervous cause I mean. Look at him. You'd try to tell the story to some friends and make it seem like you were so confident and successful in asking him out, but he'd SO quickly chime in and rat you out

"Wh-"

🩼~Also would probably overuse the line "Suureee lovely, whatever you say" in the most sarcastic tone ever whenever you two have little back and forth banters and you're determined to prove you're right. When you'd call him out on it he'd respond with a knowing smirk and offended face "What? I would never! I do not know what you are talking about!" Hand on his chest, practically clutching his non-existant pearls in a dramatically comedic way

"Hmm that's not quite how I remember it. I remember you shaking like one of those ehh..chihuahuas, that pee all over themselves. And your words sounded more like squeaks of a mouse. I don't know where you got the notion that that is the epitome of confidence, but it must not have been a reliable source"

You'd hit his shoulder blushing profusely as he laughs, saying a playful "I love you" before ruffling your hair, making you role your eyes and pout

🩼~Attempting to get a pet is impossible with Viktor. He'd always say that they both don't have time to take care of an animal, that his work was too dangerous to have one around, no matter how much your beg, he'd just shit you down. That's when he says that he already has you, and that's enough work on its own alongside his inventing

"Are you implying that I'm like a pet?"

"You seem to love jumping to conclusions cause I said no such thing, but if you insist on seeing it that way, then yes. You're like a little rampaging Poro. Energetic, small, and a thorn in my side on occasion"

He'd chuckle as he watched you feign offense, your face pouty but unable to keep the smile from your lips, cause it is kinda funny how you can be compared to such a creature so easily. And you do the same, comparing him to a sassy cat. Which he doesn't deny and swiftly confirms by swatting at you with his cane in retaliation for the comment

I am so sorry this is short, I genuinely couldn't think of too much cause I felt I was just repeating the same things over and over again and not being creative..and I think I made him more teasing than sassy, but I tried😭

I hope this is what you were hoping for, even a little! If not, I'm sorry😖🙏🏼