#in your arm 24\7

[sunb0ts]

the world is awesome and beautiful still dude, you're just living in the same house as your mom

[hetheyshe-remade]

being a fictive is so embarrassing . you see yourself and youre like oh my god just go to therapy

[itoshi-s]

oh my god i’m so sorry but. noya-nii 😳😳🫣🫣 is it just me. am i the only one who just creamed their panties. he’d be so eager i can’t breathe

😦😦😦😦😦,,,!,!!???? WH.WHAATTT THE FUCKSJJSIAHSHS RIVER ?!!:!:!’s um .um she’s purring it’s so bad. it’s sO SO BAD AHSJSKS WHYS MY BACK ARCHIN….. why r there tears in my EYES SJSJAJAK

cw stepcest

yuu-nii who’s so, SOOOO eager to get his hands on you :( and you don’t even pay no mind to this at first, you’ve always been close anyway, but lately he’s been exceeding all your expectations. (you would be such a liar to say you don’t enjoy the lingering touches, though.) there’s barely any age gap between the two of you — but that doesn’t stop him from wanting to introduce u into everything, like a good older brother should :(( he’s barely experienced himself, still gets way too flustered around all the pretty girls, but he’s a quick learner, and cannot wait any longer to do all the things he’s been watching to you instead </3 and ohhhh gOD as soon as yuu gets you once, there’s no going back. he’s never satisfied. he cannot be, not with the way he pads over to your room late at night, hair down and eyes somewhat a little wild, and you’re still awake, up and glimmering with excitement — each and every time :( he crawls on top of you, slides a hand under the soft silk of your cami and groans. ‘you getting all dressed up f’me?’ he hums against your mouth and hopes you don’t tease him for how his voice cracks with need already. you wrap your arms around his neck instead, legs hooking behind his hamstrings as you giggle breathily, ‘mm. just for you, nii chan.’ you mumble, a whine bleeding through as he nibbles on your lips and kneads at your tits, all too eager and rough. ‘y’ like it, yuu?’ there’s a bit of a nod as his head drops just between your jaw and shoulder, tongue warm on your skin and teeth sharp as he utters, ‘uh-huh. very much so, pretty’ all while his hand works on pulling his boxers down already:(

[stealthnoodle]

Might I ask how Durge run is going?

I'm chugging along through Act 1 and it has been WILD. I met an imp claiming to be my butler! I sleep-murdered! I canNOT stop thinking about what people would look like inside-out! And I'm doing it all while looking like a 90s trapper keeper come to life. Amazing.

I'm playing Lisa Frank like someone who's trying not to do a bunch of murders all the time but sometimes needs to do a little murder as a treat, and I am being rewarded with such faces:

The fluorescent hair truly elevates every scene.

I am also (apparently) successfully romancing Karlach this time but I am low-key terrified this will end in tears after the Alfira incident (holy shit to that one, by the way). I am also nervous about the welfare of Scratch and the baby owlbear at my camp! My girl Lisa Frank feels like a ticking time bomb and I am very excited to see where this goes as the game progresses. (Is she wrapped up in some Bhaal shit? I bet she's wrapped up in some Bhaal shit. Can't wait for her to meet Orin.)

It's also been delightful to let her tell her new friends that she feels like she's starring in a Dexter reboot and see everyone's reactions to that information, hahaha

Making my Dark Urge character a bard has also meant I get a LOT of exciting dialogue options. (I also get the Drow options but don't usually use them, because c'mon, amnesia. Lisa Frank doesn't remember shit about that Drow life.) I am witty, charming, melodramatic, adorable, creepy, and not to be trusted with sharp objects. A+++

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

questions that only your mind can answer:

1. suguru as a poet. y/n? if y, who do you think his favorite poet would be?

2. what siken poem is the most sugu coded?

3. if satoru was a type of poem what kind would he be and why?

thank you for your time my ari.

WAHHHHH MY IO……… 🥺🥺🥺 you have no idea how loud i squealed when i saw this LMAO thank you sm for giving me an excuse to gush over stsg and poetry at the same time i feel so privilieged 😭😭😭 UMMM UM LET ME THINK!!!!

1/ first off. BIG yes. huge yes. he’s so poetcoded it makes me ILL. io i’m convincedddd that this man would be a literature major and i’m not just saying that bc i’m biased ok…. i just feel like he would have a fondness for the arts yk :33 particularly writing. i can picture him as a poet so easily bc everything he does and says is flowery and soft…. poet!sugu would make us swoooooon

i’m a bit sleepy rn so at first i thought you meant y/n as in like .. The Reader 😭😭 BUT THEN I STARTED THINKING ABT POET!READER TOO AND. wow. theee power couple ever !!! aaa io he’d be so perfect :((( sugu would be such a supportive bf no matter what his s/o did for a living but w any kind of writer i just think he’d be so Good. proofreads for you all the time!! he’s your most loyal reader… your biggest fan…. reads alllll your little poems when you’re away and he misses you :((( and he writes you his own !!! they’re so mushy and pretty and sweet…… hhhh. he’s just. the best!!! T_T brags abt your writing to satoru alllll the time but doesn’t let him read any of it w/o your consent (maybe even with it LMAO)… i just think he’d feel so honoured if his shy little poet!s/o only let him read their works :’3

nooo i’m not projecting at alllll… wdym…..

OOOHH AND AND. his favorite poets!!! as much as i’d love to say siken i don’t think that’s really his style. suguru strikes me as the type to enjoy very flowery writing, a bit musical-leaning in the rhythm and structure and stuff!! also season-based…. i’m thinking verlaine and rimbaud and nakahara. french symbolist poets and anyone inspired by them!! as for a more modern example i think he lovesss mary oliver and louise glück :3 october is one of his favorites!!! these lines remind me a lot of him….

Summer after summer has ended, balm after violence: it does me no good to be good to me now; violence has changed me.

This is the present, an allegory of waste. So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate: the ideal burns in you like a fever. Or not like a fever, like a second heart.

This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us. Surely it is a privilege to approach the end still believing in something.

hmmm….. a part of me wants to say he really enjoys frank bidart too. the war of vaslav nijinsky makes me think of him!!! :0 the themes of morality and guilt.. especially this line for some reason:

romola. diaghilev. i have eaten the world.

maybe it’s bc of his ct but . i just feel like he’d enjoy poetry abt hunger and eating in a more abstract sense… devouring…. etcetc. it’s a big contrast to the usual nature-based flowery prose he reads but sugu loves having his contrasts so. i think it makes sense!!

all in all i think he has very good taste. he’s not afraid to dip his toes into other genres either!!

2/ IO . 🥺🥺 MY SWEETHEART….. i literally cried i can’t believe you’re indulging me like this i started shaking w excitement……… i just went through crush + war of the foxes and if i had to narrow it down to just a single poem (<- extremely difficult task!! pls be proud) it’d have to be…… little beast.

if i had to sum this poem up with two words they’d be violent and tender… which is the case for all of siken’s poems tbf 😭 but that yearning for tenderness in the midst of violence is just so, so evident here. it always guts me. there are softer poems that i’d compare suguru to, but if we’re talking about canon suguru, his connection to satoru, his fate and ideals and desperate yearning for love… then i think this one is the most fitting.

obv this is tied to my own interpretation but!! at the end of the day. i see suguru as someone who craves tenderness. he craves love and intimacy and what drove him to his breaking point was the realization that he wouldn’t get it without slaughter. i think that line between violence/gentleness drives him insane but he has no choice but to tiptoe around it. and that’s what this poem makes me think of. some lines remind me of stsg and that dichotomy in their relationship, others just of suguru and his mental state…. and also his charm. that dangerous edge to him. the contrasting softness. the poem gets more violent as it goes on but the love never fades and that’s what really gets me.

the radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. it’s thinking of love. it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster. that’s a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey and kisses for everyone.

someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.

i know history. there are many names in history but none of them are ours.

you could drown in those eyes, i said. the fact of his pulse, the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire not to disturb the air around him.

you could drown in those eyes, i said, so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.

more frequently i was finding myself sleepless, and he was running out of lullabies.

but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.

we pull our boots on with both hands but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all i can do is stand on the curb and say sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.

i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.

…… honourable mentions to landscape with fruit rot and millipede + birds hover the trampled field + snow and dirty rain

3/ aaaand finally !!! this question was kinda tough… but soooo much fun to think abt. <33

i think satoru is the kind of poem that stays with you forever. the kind that pulls you in with a really gripping opening line, forces you to read it all in one sitting, and then you’re left wondering what the hell it was even about. flowery but with no real substance until you dig really deep, and then it’s all you can see. the kind of poem you could pick apart for hours and hours……. a real gem. but it’s comforting, above all else. he’s like a collection of poetry that makes you smile just to hold it!!! :>

now !!! some questions for you !!!!! >:3

how do you think satoru would be w a poet!s/o?

any thoughts on poet!nanami..? 👀

[bluejaygryphon]

I've been soooo normal about the new robot dragons. btw. so normal

[hqmillioncorn]

FFXIVWrite Day eleven: Once bitten, twice shy

Babycorn hit the ground, hard, and with a loud snap.  Her staff had flown out of her hands and had landed just next to her.  “Come now! Is that all you can muster?!” Her opponent taunted her, he was on his last legs just like her. “Rise! Rise once more! It mustn’t end yet!”  Slowly Babycorn rose to her feet, staff back in hand. She began to laugh. 

“Tilika I think I’m done with dying.” 

Tilika looked up from her magazine with bewilderment plastered all over her face. “What brought this up?” Aside from the obvious, that being that Babycorn was currently confined to a bed while she recovered from her more serious injuries after facing off against the Endsinger and Zenos consecutively. 

“First of all-! Dying is no fun!” Babycorn tried to cross her arms, forgetting that one of them was currently in a sling. She looked confused for a second about where to put her arm until she decided to just let it hang loose to her side. 

But she wasn’t happy about it. 

“Another thing! It really hurts!” 

Sure, Babycorn couldn’t remember much of the first time she died but if the pain her scar from the first death occasionally brought her was anything like how it actually felt, then she could safely say that it must have REALLY hurt. “So stupid…” Having been stuck with the pain for so many years let Babycorn get used to it but she did find it hurt just a little extra back in Ultima Thule.

Babycorn decided she didn’t want to think about how much stuff hurt anymore, so instead her mind shifted back into snack more.

She stretched her arm to try and reach one of the various candies that had been gifted to her over her recovery. Along with several other candies and flowers sent by secret admirers the world over and closer to home.

There was something in Babycorn’s head that was tricking her into thinking she was much taller than she usually was. 

Tilika let out a stifled laugh. Her plan to make sure Babycorn didn’t eat all the (unwrapped) chocolates at once was proving to be a success. She felt a little bad for doing it but if it was for Babycorn’s sake she would do pretty much anything. 

She put her magazine down and walked over to pick a couple of chocolates for Babycorn and one for herself. 

Tilika made sure to unwrap the chocolate in front of Babycorn. Just to really sink it in her head that you needed to unwrap candy before you ate it and the plastic around it was not just ���the candies shell.’ 

“You can’t eat too many right now.” Tilika said, reminding Babycorn of her fragile state, “But I promise once you’re out of here I’ll treat you to an All-you-can eat chocolate buffet!!” 

The chances of a place like that existing were very slim but Tilika was sure she could find something close to it, for Babycorn’s sake.

“Reallyy??” Babycorn’s eyes were twinkling all with the allure of diving head first into a fountain of chocolate. Just like she tried to do back when she and everyone explored some Arbor-tarium or something. 

“Really!!” 

“I love chocolate….” Babycorn closed her eyes. She was drooling. 

If Tilika couldn’t find some place with unlimited chocolate then she would just buy out every piece of chocolate in Eorzea if that’s what it took. Tilika handed Babycorn the chocolate and watched as she threw it into her mouth and ate it all in one bite. 

“There’s going to be so much chocolate that you’re going to get full!” Just had to make sure Babycorn didn’t eat too many and give herself a tummy ache. It was a hard balance to keep.

“And Cherry can come too!” 

“And…?” Tilika was caught off guard for a second. “R-Right! Of course!” 

It came as a shock, Babycorn hadn’t mentioned Cherrypit for weeks and when anyone tried to bring him up she would shake her head and walk away. While it was a shock, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. 

Tilika smiled, “I’ll make sure there’s enough for both of you!” Which would have to be a LOT of chocolate now that she thought about it. Oh well. 

“And-And-! You too!!” Babycorn cheered, raising one of her arms in the air. “It’ll be a Chelinka and Cherry and Tilika partyyyy!! Yippee!!”  

“Yippee!!” Tilika echoed. 

Tilika ended up giving Babycorn more than half the box of chocolate because she asked very nicely. And really, who could resist those little pleading yellow eyes of her’s? Absolutely no one could, Tilika tried to convince herself. It was absolutely impossible. 

“And you know what else-?!” Babycorn said with a mouth full of chocolate. 

“Hmm?” 

“When you die and come back-everyone's mean to you sometimes!” Babycorn moved her left shoulder around for no reason in particular. “They should be happy you aren’t dead! And not saying you’re like a scary monster or you should be dead!” 

“Babycorn…” 

Tilika hadn’t seen any of the anger towards Babycorn and Cherrypit that she described to her first hand. History did give a reason for the people of Ul’dah to have such a negative opinion of the undead but, in Tilika’s opinion, that was no excuse to have treated a pair of children like they had. 

Tilika only hoped that there was no one that still thought of them like that. 

“You’re right. That would be horrible…” 

What else could she say?

“Dying isn’t fun either cause then…You don’t know if you’re gonna come back…” 

Tilika silently watched as Babycorn played around with her fingers. 

“...Was it scary for you too Tilika?” Babycorn’s voice was almost a whisper. She looked surprised that she even managed to ask the question at all. “Never mind…” she tried to say but Tilika wasn’t going to let her walk away so easily.

Tilika took in a deep breath, “To tell you the truth I don’t really remember much of it.” That was the whole truth. It had felt like she had just gone to sleep for the night and then woken up in a field of flowers. “I just remember wanting to protect you and then…nothing.” It hadn’t really registered to her that she had ‘died’ in a sense until now honestly. 

“I’m glad it didn’t hurt…” Babycorn mumbled. 

“Me too!” 

Babycorn laughed a little at that.

Tilika took a seat at Babycorn’s bedside, making sure not to mess up her bedsheets too much. “But if you ask me, I’d do it all over again. Just to keep you and Cherry safe.” She picked up a corner of the blanket to wipe Babycorn’s tears away, only to be stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a pair of wide eyes staring back at her.

“N-No…Please don’t say that…” Babycorn whimpered. “Please don’t ever s-say that…”

It didn’t take very long for it to dawn on her to what Babycorn was trying to tell her. 

Babycorn wasn’t just sick of dying.

She was sick of death itself. 

Tilika wasted no time in embracing Babycorn in the most gentle hug she could.

“I don’t want that to happen! Ever again! D-Don’t…tell me you want to do that…” 

It didn’t take Tilika long for her to guess that Babycorn was talking about what happened at Ultima Thule. The way that the Scions all sacrificed themselves one by one just to ensure that there would be a way forward. Tilika had only heard about it after the fact, seeing as she was one of the first to go.

“I don’t want anyone to leave! No more! No more…”

From what she heard Babycorn hadn’t taken it very well at all.

“Don’t leave me alone…”

She held Babycorn closer to her. 

“I’m sorry.” Tilika placed her hand on Babycorn’s head and tried her best to soothe her as she sobbed. “I promise I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here with you and Cherry.” She hoped that her words had reached Babycorn, in any case she wasn’t just going to say these words and not mean them.

Tilika decided then and there that she would do whatever it took to stay at the siblings' side for as long as she could. 

Babycorn held onto Tilika like she was going to disappear at any moment. 

Something that had been closer to reality than Babycorn ever wanted to admit.

[flowerymenendez]

Being in a relationship with an older man means being a woman who's being taken care of 24/7.

Imagine this: a pair of beefy and large arms wrapped tightly around your waist while being in a meeting, walking down the street, shopping, cooking, sleeping (or while being stuffed with his thick and veiny cock inside of your warm and spongy cunt).

A man that will not let you lift a single finger. He will do everything for you and only you.

Payments, rents, shopping bags, anything you want, he will give it to you.

Like the good girl you are, your hair will be all spread over the soft pillow, tears running down your cheeks, lips all bitten and swollen, your skin glistening with sweat, breasts covered with love bites and saliva, your nipples perked sweetly and shining under the moonlight.

Your legs are wide open, big and calloused hands gripping your plushie thighs to keep them open while he was devouring your pussy in the most delicious way possible. His thick tongue lapping and circling your swollen clit, teeth occasionally nibbling your folds. You're a mess, loud moans and whines coming from your mouth, your hands tugging his hair and making him groan, sending waves of pleasure through all your body.

You buck your hips, trying desperately to push him away when he kept eating you out after your third orgasm, making him grip your thighs harder, preventing you from moving.

You wanna stop? No, you don't. But your overstimulated pussy was begging for a break. He was devouring you whole, making you arch your back off the mattress, until a fourth orgasm hit your body, your eyes roll back your skull and your legs started shaking.

Oh... A long and very cozy aftercare follows after that...

Your boyfriend holding you softly against his chest, whispering sweet nothings against your ear while rubbing your back until you fall asleep. Of course, a hardened erection grew in his pants, almost painful.

But, of course, as the sweet and caring younger girlfriend you are, you will give him the best of the mornings.

[in-zwielicht]

me at 14-15 was very much not well but i dont know if ive gotten better or worse. tbh

[amaranthinespirit]

husband!simon riley follows you around like a lost dog 24/7.

whether it be in the comfort of your own home, or out in public, the man is basically your shadow. like a moth to a flame, he is the moth and you're his flame.

it doesn't matter where you saunter off to, chances are, he's stomping right after you. Around your house, he's following you to every room.

need the bathroom? keep the door open, he'll lean against it with his arms crossed over his chest, either watching you silently or tapping away on his phone.

cooking in the kitchen? he's hovering over your shoulder. you can't count the amount of times on one hand you bumped into his broad, brutish chest, stepped on his foot, or, definitely not on purpose, whacked his groin with a small pan. still, he never learns.

watching TV in the living room? you best bet he's going to sit his big ass right next to you. even if you're on the single person armchair, he'll squish you into the armrest if it meant being next to you.

showering? not without him because he'll join you, and find a way to release pent-up need at the same time, that is if you aren't already stressed that day, then he'll just wash your hair and run a relaxing bath for you to soak in peace afterwards.

In public, people give him weird side glances, numerous occasions where you've had concerned folks tap you on your shoulder and give a small point over your shoulder, to which you reply sweetly with the biggest smile on your face, "oh, that's just my husband!"

he keeps a thick finger hooked into the waistband of your pants, or shorts, or looped in one of your belt loops to keep you near him. since you're much smaller than him, it can be easy for you to get lost in big crowds, and this just assures simon that you're never out of reach.

it's a funny thing to watch for the guys to watch, observing their lieutenant follow you around aimlessly like a big puppy, eyes soft as he gazes down at you, sharpening when another person approaches or observing.

you think it comes from never being able to control his surroundings, his obsessive need to keep you safe, more so now that you have a wedding ring on your finger, forever tying you to him. not physically, but he wouldn't hesitate to if it meant keeping you safe.

[weirdocat83]

So here’s a thing that just happened:

I have two sets of glasses. One pair that’s about a year old and slightly out of date and one pair that is fresh and new. I usually use the old ones for lounging around the house and gaming while I use the new ones when meeting with people irl and doing productive things. So I saw my new glasses while wearing my old glasses and forgot I was wearing my old glasses so, like a dumbass, I tried to put my new glasses on top of my old ones only to come to the realization that “I am already wearing glasses”. And realize that it was incredibly stupid to do that. Fml ig.

[ranger-kellyn]

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[gaywineauntsstuff]

Dick Grayson:

*runs the titans*

*works for the league*

*has a day job*

*solo patrols bludhaven*

*solo patrols New York*

*on call 24/7 for regularly scheduled Gotham crisis(es)*

*training at least 40% of new gen heroes at any given moment*

*infiltrating the current annoying cult, corrupt gov, spy organization, company, mafia group, evil underground ancestral foundations of a city and random corrupt modeling industry*

*monitoring drug pedaling in 3 cities*

*emotionally regulating 80% of his family bc why would they do it themselves? Nah let’s just ruin relationships for fun -cough Bruce cough-*

* maintaining civilian cover*

*canonically does volunteer work*

I am beginning to think nightwing doesn’t have anger issues he’s just overstimulated bc wtf

Like Dick take a break what is this?

————

Dick currently working on infiltrating the mob, after 4 days of 6+ hour patrols bc bludhaven has no chill an Arkham breakout, a performance review at work that took too long, organizing a titans outer space mission, just got back from training Jon Kent: no one call me plz god no one call me I can’t do this I have so much work no one. Call me plz

*phone rings* -it’s tim

He could ignore it but last time he left Tim alone for a month the dumbass lost his spleen and decided a cowl was a fashion choice (equally bad in his opinion)

Dick picking up the phone with his non broken arm: yello

Tim: so I accidentally maybe got kidnapped and maybe also started a cult around the concept of Batman and I’m out of energy drinks. (All equally dire in tims opinion)

Dick popping 4 caffeine pills: shut up I’ll be there in 30 don’t DO ANYTHing.

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Jason: sooo I might be engaged to an alien princess

Dick about to pop a Xanax: tell me it’s Kori or at least in this galaxy

Jason: nope

Dick: …. Can it wait

Jason: she wants to eat me, their species is like a praying mantis knockoff but with space and mind control.

Dick: yeah okay give me an hour I’ll call raven

————

Damian: hello Richard

Dick: what did you do.

Damian: I have been kidnapped by my mother

Dick: again

Damian: I feel it would be redundant to say anything

Dick: …….. alright I’ll call the nearest flying hero be there in a bit… keep ur spine where it is Damian or I swear to god-

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Bruce: cult

Dick who just got done with an undercover mission: anddd?

Bruce: we need someone to infiltrate it

Dick: I swear to god I. will. hurt. you

Bruce: hnnnn

——-

Babs: I have… acquired a child

Dick who is fighting deathstroke : …okayyyy

Babs who is watching the fight: she’s a little bit … traumatized

Dick, dodging a katana: preaching to the choir

Babs: can you do your whole, human empathy and kindness tell me ur life story I have puppy dog eyes.

Dick: ….

Babs: you owe me

Dick: … one day I will delete all your numbers and disappear

Babs cheerfully: you know no matter where you go I can find you hunk wonder see you in 3 hours don’t die before then!

[dolcekissy]

doll face , ღ

: ̗̀➛ bsf!rafe being obsessed with bunny!reader. poor boy is obsessed with his best friend ;(

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ main masterlist | bunny!reader x bsf!rafe masterlist

disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes mentions of sex, fingering, oral, and yeah.

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rafe being obsessed with his best friend would definitely consist of him basically fighting demons the entire time he's with you. poor baby just wants to fuck you sooo bad :(

sucking on a lollipop? his dick is hard the moment you started pulling the wrapper off the lollipop. sitting in his bed with him while scrolling on instagram? his dick is hard the moment you sat on his bed.

definitely fantasizes about the time you finally do let him hit. he's not gonna be a weirdo and beg ─ have you seen him? he's not one to beg for pussy, he'll make mfs work for his dick imo.

rafe would definitely want you to go everywhere with him ─ to the point if someone sees rafe out somewhere ─ you're definitely somewhere trailing behind him.

golfing with top? you're there. running errands? you're there. at a party? you're there. you're always there with him.

"do i really need to go get gas with you?" rafe nods his head, grabbing your arm and his keys as he shoves you into the passenger side and shuts the door. "it takes two seconds to pump your gas and go back home... what am i going fo─"

"shut up."

rafe would definitely be up your ass too ─ he's with you 24/7 too. you don't mind it but sometimes he does a little too much, like when he follows you to the bathroom when you have to pee or when he'll check your location and see your at the store ─ he'll just pop up out of nowhere.

"fuck! you scared me! how did you know i was here?" your eyes are wide ─ your hand resting over your chest to calm yourself as he looks at everything in your cart.

or when you're taking a shower, poor boy just can't leave you alone.

"rafe. i'm taking a fucking shower, get out!" you yell as he patiently sits on the toilet seat ─ your towel and clothes sitting in his lap as his foot taps against the floor, completely ignoring what you were saying as he starts talking about something random.

he lowkey just wants to take a peek at your naked body too.

wait whaaat, who said that?

rafe cant sleep without you ─ so if you're out late, your parents know your sleeping at rafes.

half the time he's trying to calm himself down because he's hard as fuck seeing you in a tank top and pink, satin shorts. he's mentally fanning himself with his hands as you back your body up into his ─ praying you don't feel his hard on.

turning the other way immediately, his back facing yours the second your ass presses up against him. "hmm, m'just gonna face this way ─" he says it so awkwardly too, leaving you confused but also you couldn't give a fuck less.

rafe would be over the moon the second you let him hit. i wanna say he'd cum so fast like a teenage boy but i feel like he would also wanna savor the moment.

he'd take it so serious, finger fucking you, eating you out, kissing and licking your tits ─ literally everything. then he'd fuck you sooo good ─ just so you know this is what you've been missing out on this whole time.

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[d3stinyist1red]

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀɪᴛʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

yan celebrity who everyone likes and adores

yan celebrity who you texted for no reason at all, it wasnt even that bad it was just

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Y/nis_daddysigma

wsg lil bro

nice clothes 🙏

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yan celebrity who decided to check his insta messages that day, scrolling through the thousands of messages his fans sent him until he randomly picked one

yan celebrity who decided to respond to you

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Theyluvme

thanksss :3

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yan celebrity who immediately begins texting back and forth with you, you were SHOCKED ASF bc why is this random millionaire tryna keep convo with you..

yan celebrity who you managed to captivate within a small moment of time, immediately trying to text you every second of his day, kicking his feet back and forth when he texts you

yan celebrity who is hooked, waiting for your messages back, feeling so good when he hears that familiar buzz from his phone signalling that his wifey texted him

yan celebrity who thinks about you 24/7 now, thinking about who you were with, if they were a bad influence, if he should install more cameras in your house,

yan celebrity who literally fantasizes about your guys future, he decided that he WAS gonna carry your baby he does NOT care

Yan celebrity who can't handle it anymore, needing to be near you in real life, and not just him stalking you

yan celebrity who meets you the first time in real life after all those face time calls and texts messages, literally clinging onto you a koala, LITERALLY HIS BODYGAURD HAD TO PULL HIM OFF YOU😭😭

yan celebrity who gives you VIP tickets every time he has a concert, literally rambling about you to his bodyguard who wants to go home ( BODYGAURD does NOT get paid 😭🙏🙏)

yan celebrity who instantly notices you in the crowd, waving at you, heart pounding against his chest and performing his best at the concert to impress you

yan celebrity who escorts you backstage, and hovers WAYY too close to you, trying to find any and every excuse to touch you (he smacked your ass and told you that he saw a fly on it and he wanted to kill it, there was no fly 💀)

yan celebrity who anytime you try to put some distance between you both, pulls you even closer, giving you more attention, more of him

yan celebrity who literally cries when you finally decided to jerk him off, watching TikTok on your phone as he crumbles into a whimpering mess, arching his back and everything in front of you

Yan celebrity who buys you anything and everything you want, taking you to many country's every week saying that 'Dont worry about it, baby! I just feel like I should do this for my wifey!' (he thinks you guys were married as soon as you jerked him off, you've literally told him you only helped his problem bc he was about to perform and he wasn't gonna be able to perform with his full potential if he was 🧱)

Yan celebrity whose hands always lingers on your arms, loving to squeeze and hold them as a way to show his love and clingyness for you

Yan celebrity who texts you corny shit

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Theyluvme

bae this is ur sign to breed me

Y/n_daddysigma

get the fuck out my dms bro

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I_luvy/n_pls_eatmeout_n/n

Y/nis_daddysigma

bro just put the ketchup packets in the bag bruh

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I_luvy/n_pls_eatmeout_n/n

pls eat me out

pls edge me

pls

pretty pls

im going to touch you so good tonight

Y/nis_daddysigma

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GUYS I GOT LAZY ASF LMAOOO

[froggibus]

MORE WADE AND LOGAN PLSSSSS CAN WE GET THEM (POLY) DATING A SHORT READER HCS??? TYYYY

Short! S/O - Logan Howlett & Wade Wilson

Pairing: Logan Howlett x short! gn! reader x Wade Wilson

Genre: fluff

CW: poly relationship, teasing, short jokes, Logan picks us up, protective boys, size diff

| Ryan Reynolds & Hugh Jackman are both 6’2 so I am gonna go off of that (i know Logan is short in the comics but just let me dream pls :,) |

YES YES OF COURSE!!! there’s almost nothing I love more than writing a short/small reader cause I myself am not short :,) but it’s nice to pretend. god both of them are so tall I just wanna stand between them & feel safe ^^ thank you so much for the req!!

they’re such bullies i’m so sorry

expect a TON of short jokes (mostly Wade) 

and expect them to parry anything you say with “you’re short” (mostly Logan)

you will always be their arm rest, you have no say in it

standing in line? Logan’s leaning his arm on your shoulder. 

at a party? Wade’s propping himself up on the top of your head 

Logan LOVES how short you are too and manhandles you at any opportunity 

if you’re being a brat, he won’t hesitate to remind you that he is bigger than you

whether that’s him throwing you over his shoulder or just standing real close to you so you can see the height difference up close & personal 

as soon as Wade sees Logan in, he can’t help himself—he’ll slide up on your other side and smush you between the two of them 

they’re such teases they’ll talk about you like you’re not completely stuck between them

“nice weather we’re having, hey?”

“oh yeah, real nice bub”

they’ll keep chatting until you’re whining and pushing against them to just get out 

Wade LOVES putting things on shelves too high for you to reach just so he can watch you struggle 

and Logan the absolute menace will lean against the wall with his arms crossed and watch you hop to reach your phone charger 

they’ll sit there and watch you struggle until you turn on them with sad eyes and suddenly they’re racing to get it down for you 

these mfs are so protective they will not leave your side whenever you go to parties/the bar

one of them is glued to you 24/7 (even when they’re not physically with you, they’re watching you too) 

and anyone in the general area (07) knows not to fuck with you

on especially hard days, your size is just what they need 

coming home from fighting crazy strong villains & mutants to their cute short s/o? nothing better in the whole world

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