#jealous of inanimate objects

[porter-pumpkim]

just rambling

Ngl I'm kinda hoping the "mephone dies" and the "mephone is the missing shimmer" theories are cannon cause like, imagine dude straight up dying, somehow waking up, then realizing his life was even faker than he thought it was, he wasn't even actually a mephone, he was just some kid shoved in a body he wasn't supposed to be in that wasn't even supposed to last as long as it did, dude was kidnapped just to be killed off when he wasn't useful anymore,

Like, on one had there woukd be the realization he's technically free now, but at the same time one hell of a crisis cause his entire life has been a lie from a greedy business man, and I don't think he even knows what the hell a shimmer is so that's even more questions for him

I'd also like to point out with every other meeple product none of them seem to start with proper emotions, 5s, meepad, they both needed time to develop their emotions beyond what was pre programmed, they started blank or one note, while meephone4 seems to have just had them, which also kinda fits with why he's a bit irrational compared to the other bots, sense his emotions didn't come at a manageable time later in life for him, they just were there and were likely overwhelming sense logically he's only in his teens right now and was expected to act like an adult at age 1, and unlike meepad, he just can't do that.

Either mephone4 was just built different, or cobs just stopped giving his products emotion after 4 to make them easeir to control (sense we can't rule out 3gs or the computer that suitcase talked to, but we dont know if they started with emotion or developed it later)

Anyway I'm just rambling nonsense, Hella hyped for when the ending comes out and how everything ties together!

[typinggently]

Hip against the table, that gets his attention. “Hey.”

Sam looks up from his notes. “Hey?” Quizzical, with his eyes slipping away for a split second to check the clock on the far wall. “I thought you’d come get me at six.”

Dean shrugs one shoulder. “Guy can’t change his mind? It’s a free country.”

That gets him one of those puppy frowns, some frankenemotion of amusement and annoyance, with some suspicion thrown in the mix. “Well, I’m not done.”

Dean is already pulling back a chair, legs scraping over dark grey carpet floors. “That’s cool, I’ll wait.” He sits, chair groaning as Sam shrugs and returns his attention to the book in front of him. Not even a ‘sure, whatever’.

But that’s fine, that’s cool. Dean can wait.

He looks at the wall, watches the clock tick away silently at the next minute. He looks at the carpet floors, wonders how many stains have soaked into the carpet and if any would show up under black light. He looks at the books, tries to guess their topic without moving in closer. He looks at Sam.

The seams of his shirt are pulled tight, crinkling a little. It’s Dean’s, used to be, some vague shade of dark blue that always looked better on Sam. Rolled up, too, the ass, and stretched over his biceps. His forearms are tan and strong, he’s fidgeting with his pen as he reads. The rhythmic click-clack of his pen should be annoying, but it just draws the eye to his long fingers. When Dean flicks his gaze up, it sticks to the shadows under Sam’s collar, the dip between his collar bones. Shoulders, the golden shimmer on his chin where the neon light catches in his afternoon stubble. His Cupid’s bow. The mole on his cheek.

“Hey.”

Hum, no real answer. Sam flips a page, circles something in his tattered spiral notebook.

“Hey.” Dean kicks his chair.

“What?” Annoyed, this time. Sam glances over, long lashes and a furrow between his brows.

But Dean is leaning in already. One hand rests on the table, crinkling paper under his palm. The tip of his nose brushes Sam’s cheek, then he fits their mouths together.

Sam tastes like Sam, like a day at the library, like dusty carpets and the scent of books. Like the aftertaste of coffee, like neon lights and surprise. Dean nips, coaxes. His neck aches, his lower back pulses with pain, but he doesn’t pull back until Sam returns the kiss, until he rests a warm palm on Dean’s cheek and everything tastes like Sam, Sam, Sam. Until the book slips off the table and bounces on the carpet floors. Forgotten.

[i hate your phone, throw it away // I wish it had never even been invented]

[frxxxncx]

Hello, the other day I started thinking about Jeonghan reaction, how would the boy react to seeing you masturbating with a teddy bear?

teddy bear

notita: Enjoy you request, I made it with lots of love 🫶 if there’s any typo or incoherence, it was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes.

Warnings: reader’s masturbating with a teddy bear, f. masturbation, stablished relationships, istg my man is jealous of the bear.

Jeonghan was so tired from his schedule, having pre-recordings and rehearsals so early in the morning needed to be illegal.

But when he got home and you didn’t welcome him with a hug, it made him feel even more exhausted. He called out your name various times while taking his shoes off, but your lack of response made him feel a little worried.

He hurried to your shared bedroom, and found you in the middle of such a promiscuous act. You were only using your favorite pair of lacy and white underwear, while grinding against the cute and fluffy stuffed animal that Jeonghan got you for your anniversary.

Your hips moved messily, only wanting to increase the pleasure of the plastic and hard nose of the teddy bear rubbing your clit.

Your boyfriend was simply amused, his cock twitched in his pants excitedly, all the fatigue in his body fading away to the thought of folding you and shoving his hard on inside your warm and tight embrace.

He walked towards the bed, loud enough for you to hear his heavy steps getting closer, with now open eyes you looked at him, while riding the plushie toy, hips moving sloppily and a lewd smile painting your pretty face, Jeonghan could have cum to that image of you, mouth agape and hands fondling your own body.

When he got close enough, his hand tucked one of your loose strands of hair behind you ear carefully, and touched your cheek, caressing the skin softly, you closed your eyes, enjoying the touch, but never stopped moving your hips.

His thumb stroked your lower lip, and the kiss that followed almost melted you, it felt like he wanted to devour you whole, his tongue brushed your palate making you moan.

The poor teddy bear was soak in your arousal and Jeonghan didn’t hesitated to throw the toy into the corner of the room, feeling a little jealous.

“Jeonghan, the bear” you said between moans, still into the kiss, while your lover hovered over you, starting to grind his knee into your pulsating cunt.

“I’ll buy you a new one” he said grabbing one of you hands to place it over his cock, it felt hot and heavy, under your touch, making you clench around nothing “But next time, don’t try to ride the bear, you can ride me instead, it’ll feel better, I’ll make you cry” his fingers replaced his knee, giving your clit all the attention it wanted once he tugged your underwear, placing it beside the bed.

His lips stroked your neck making you shiver, whines slipping from your mouth loudly, you yearned for him since you woke up, alone and needy.

His fingers were working you up so good, now pistoning in and out, curling and hitting just the right places inside of you, delighted by the feeling of your slick and your velvety walls clenching on his fingers.

The sound of the zipper caught your attention, making you look down, Jeonghan cock, rose proud over his clothed abdomen, red, angry and shiny, ready to be shoved on your tight hole.

“I’ll fuck you, so good, you’ll see, I’m way better than a teddy bear”

[deanwinchesterswitch]

Hey, Zee(@waywardbaby). Hope you had a lovely weekend.😘

7x22 | there will be blood

[itsblasttothepast]

For you: a rare Checo on a horse

Thank you so much my friend! My list of animals I envy has grown thanks to this picture (to be fair, I only had the dolphin he kissed on that list, but still).

In gratitude I shall share these pics of Checo:

Hugs for you!

[doll-elvis]

Which costar besides Ann Margret do you think Elvis had the best chemistry with?

ann margret and elvis were good together in viva las vegas but have y’all seen the chemistry between the puppet and elvis in G.I. Blues 😩?!?!

you cannot tell me these two didn’t spend some time alone in his trailer

sir that is a puppet 👀!!

[deanwinchesterswitch]

The way he handles the pool cue, @waywardbaby.

Dean’s cue | SPN 9.17, 15.11

[allright]

sakura who at first doesn’t really have an opinion on your plushies but then gets weirdly jealous when he sees how much you love on it

[tickle-bee]

I CANT BELIEVE A BUNCH OF PILLOWS ARE GETTING MORE TICKLES THAN ME

[robo-milky]

So I was looking for refs in preparation of Rook birthday art and wHAT IS HE DOING- WHY IS HE SO CUTE???? HELLOOOOOO?????

Oh to be his broom ;;;;;

(Assets from @/alchemivich)

[deanwinchesterswitch]

love you! lol

Jensen Ackles | PaleyFest 2011

[yurioutofcontext]

Maitsuki, Niwatsuki, Ooyatsuki by Yodokawa

[cantuscorvi]

He wasn’t a man of pure habits, but he knew he was slightly sentimentalist. Objects and trinkets could earn their importance, even more when one life was somehow dismantled all the time. He had the feeling that his identity had never been the same in the end, but throughout those strange layers, only objects had remained. He had never exposed why he would keep those boxes of old empty bottles of perfumes, nor the ancient photographs either. He had been collecting a few things over the years; from gems, to music records, to books in foreign languages… and knives. One particular was a gift he had kept over the years, even if he wouldn’t use this one on a daily basis. The girl meant nothing to him today, but the scenery and place she had offered this item was somehow a warm memory that Gabriele wouldn’t want to lose… Nor share. 

From his chair, he was looking at Raum cockily swinging the butterfly knife he had stolen a few days ago. Gabriele was aware that it was probably on purpose, because he had conquered something forbidden and he couldn’t help but nag the bodyguard with it. With that knife in the palm of his hand, Raum was the winner of the fight, but the truth wasn’t there. Gabriele had perceived something else during their little bickering, just a few details, nothing too intense, but the price of this dangerous proximity had been paid through this offering and he didn’t intend for Raum to keep something like this. Perhaps one day he wouldn’t care, but for now, it scratched him that this boy didn’t know the value of someone’s belongings at all. 

He put down his cup of coffee, folding the newspapers back onto the table before he stood back up. He was silent in his approach, very well aware that whenever Raum was bragging like this, his guard was up. He felt the game thrilling, but at the same time, he wanted to scold him. He wanted to cut something inside of him, selfishly, just like Raum had cut it when he had stolen the item. He eventually stopped in front of the young blond, raising an eyebrow to show his upset emotions. He extended his fingers, waiting for Raum to place the knife right there, even if it was already a lost cause. 

“Hand it back.” Gabriele said with a serious and cold tone. “It’s not yours.” He already anticipated that he would be struggling, and well, with the way he was holding the blame, there were high chances that he would simply try to reenact the motions he had learnt from the other day. “You may possess a lot of things, but what you have found in that box isn’t yours. I don’t want to give you this knife. Hand it back.” He detected something dangerous, Gabriele ready to parade a potential attack. He grabbed Raum’s wrist before anything would happen, or perhaps because something was already happening; he could just twist it, break it. He could do that as he knew all those techniques. But instead of that, the pad of his thumb caressed the inner part of forearm, his grip still intense, but his eyes somehow softened. 

Why would this kid always need to fight? Why would he always try to defend himself from invisible knots struggling him?

“Raum…”    

@distopea

It was interesting to feel Vasco’s eyes on him for a negative reason. He knew exactly why — the knife he’d tucked into his pocket a few days ago while the other man was off-guard. It brought him a petty little zest of victory to think about that occasion — even more so when he held the blade in his hand and felt the agitation radiate from the other man in waves.

Still, Gabriele hadn’t made his objections known, so Raum was content to act like he hadn’t noticed. He used the sharp tip of the knife to spear a slice of orange from the plate next to him on the desk, popping it into his mouth while he read yesterday’s budget reports from the screen. It suited him just fine to play ignorant and relish in the spoils a little longer.

Until, inevitably, the other man would return to claim it.

He glanced up when Vasco approached, perceiving the moment of his weakness from that humourless tone. Whatever issue he had with this knife, he cared about it. Raum knew there was a nostalgia attached to certain objects for Gabriele. Just like all the other little trinkets gathering dust in his room. He understood it at the surface level, but that didn’t mean he could empathise with it — that obsession with the past. He never had. Regardless, there was leverage here. Raum could use this knife, like a petty thief might use a lockpick, to crack open some hidden vault of Gabriele’s mind and expose what was inside.

He looked down at the bodyguard’s extended hand for a moment in silence. Then, back up at him with a blank, unremorseful expression while he chewed the orange slice. As if to say, so what?

“Of course you didn’t want to. I took it.” He replied like he was spelling out something simple and obvious. There was nothing rational about it — just some momentary urge he had to conquer something of Gabriele’s. The desire to know more about him, in whatever shape or form it might take, was growing by the day. This too, was an opportunity.

Curious blue eyes met severe brown for a moment before Raum hummed in acquiescence and flicked the knife closed. He held the handle within range of Gabriele’s grasp, before slyly pulling it back at the last second when the other man reached for it.

He didn’t quite expect Vasco’s hand to clamp around his wrist instead. Shit.

He paused and tried to yank his arm back, expecting some kind of retribution but Gabriele didn’t try to take it from him. He just stood there and held him still. Raum looked at his face, troubled by the thoughtful, almost pitying expression he saw there. He frowned.

“It’s important to you. Why?” He asked bluntly. He was almost tempted to try and drag his arm away again, but Gabriele’s thumb was softly gliding up his wrist, and the combativeness was leaving him, instead exposing the burning curiosity underneath. The bodyguard uttered his name and Raum huffed. We both have something the other wants.

“Exchange with me, then. Tell me about it. Then I'll give it back to you.”

[raestromboli]

plug!chris catching you riding his pillow ᡣ𐭩

coming to your place after a long day of dealing was a natural thing for chris to do. so when he and some of his friends that tagged along with him had no more clients left, they suggested an evening at some fancy restaurant to spend their money. chris, of course, quickly waved them off because he wanted to spend his time with his pretty little girlfriend after being so busy the past few days.

so imagine the surprise he felt as soon as he heard the most lewd noises coming from your bedroom . . noises that he’d recognise anywhere.

he feels like a perv, but that’s the least of his worries.

chris peeks through the small gap between the doorway and your conveniently opened door; it’s just enough for him to see just how perfect you look. the pillow, the one he usually sleeps on, between your thighs, a wet spot visible on its pillowcase, your tits free from any restraint, with your finger cradling them gently, and your face . . . fuck, your face.

your have the most vulgar expression imaginable. god, you’re better than any wet dream he ever had. your face is tilted to the side, eyes closed with pleading brows pinched upwards. your cheeks were dusted with the prettiest shade of red. his fresh love hoodie is bunched up and being held up by your teeth to expose your pretty tits bouncing every grind of your hips you take, and you’re letting out the cutest little muffled whines and moans.

it’s no surprise that your boyfriend gets hard instantly, hands flying to his crotch with no hesitation as he unzips his pants, sliding down just enough to take his cock out. his bony fingers wrap around his leaky cock and hisses lowly. his eyes were solely trained on printing the beautiful image right into the depths of his mind.

a pitiful pout grows on his lips. he can tell that you’ve been going at it for a while now from how much you’re panting and how you lean forward on your hands every other minute because of the annoying, yet delicious burn in your fleshy thighs, and chris wishes he could be under you instead of that damned pillow, holding you down because he knows how much you squirm on his dick and pistoning his hips into you just right.

there’s no doubt in his mind that he’s definitely not going to do that, but chris wants to savor the thrill of this a little bit too . . . wants to watch you pleasure yourself without him.

you roll your hips so expertly that chris feels even more jealous of that inanimate object, imaging your slick stained on the pillow glistening on his dick instead. the hurried movements, how you know when to push down further and how to keep the steady rhythm, how your face twists in exquisite pleasure with no care for the world—your boyfriend can barely stop himself from cumming right then and there.

chris strokes himself to match the roll of your hips, teeth digging in his bottom lip helplessly as he feels himself getting closer, just like you do. your hips get more erratic, humping the pillow faster and faster while your muffled whines get louder and longer. chris grips the doorway with his free hand to not go through it and disturb you, completely head over heels from how fascinating you look.

the only thing he’s late to realise is that you’re not even watching anything lewd to help you reach your high, and that becomes clear when you start crying out his name in a high-pitched tone that makes him go weak in the knees.

he thrusts into his own fist uncontrollably, but reluctantly gains the ability to stop himself only after seeing your heavenly closed eyes open, the fucked out look taking over your face as he grips his shaft tighter to not cum in the hallway right then and there.

you cum with a strangled cry of his name, gripping the sheets with shaky hands to ground yourself.

you came thinking about him. that alone makes chris wonder if he should kick his feet up high and giggle like a schoolgirl or burst into the room and fuck your sensitive pussy ‘til your cum completely coats his cock. he chooses the latter.

you pant heavily, little moans slipping past your lips as you lazily rock your hips against the pillow. chris doesn’t let you bask in the post-orgasm haze, however, because he’s barging into your room unceremoniously. with zipped pants of course!

squealing in surprise, you yank your blanket over your body, nervously looking at him with big, startled eyes while he casually strolls over to your bed, hands hidden in the pockets of his jeans and keen eyes focused only on you.

“chris. . i-i can explain!” you try to reason, but when your boyfriend simply smirks at you, you know you should stop talking.

“explain riding my pillow?” he’s only teasing, but it still makes you stutter and stumble over your words. you pout for moment, pulling your hoodie over your body before curling further into your blanket in sheer embarrassment. there’s an apology spilling out of your lips, but chris tuts at you condescendingly as he grips onto the blanket and pulls it away from you.

“fuck you lookin’ at? i want you to do it again.” there’s a smirk rising on his lips as he watches your eyes widen and your lips part to protest.

“but!—“

“nah, you wanna be a slut and ride my pillow. all i’m asking is for you to do it again, a’ight? then maybe, i’ll fuck you if you’re good.”

[rinkkuma]

୨୧ JJK BOYS V.S. PLUSHIES

ft. satoru gojo, yuta okkotsu, suguru geto, yuuji itadori, & megumi fushiguro

tags. gn!reader, all fluff ! what will they do when you have plushies on your bed… / author's note. these are all lowk the same just variants im sorry i #hadnomoreideas

SATORU fights every urge in his body to not punch, throw, or kick your plushies off your bed. seeing them makes him mad. the word plushies makes him want to scream, he can't even control himself. like, they get to sleep with you every night?! he hates strongly dislikes whenever you get a new plushie and show it off to him. once you leave your room, oh boy, he is punching all of your plushies one by one. and not even a light punch; he is punching as hard as he can. (in the face, mind you) he gets a little carried away, unknowingly being loud as hell, and is laughing a little. you are confused and a little worried, so you decide to go check on satoru.. and what a scene you walked into! all of your plushies are now on the ground, with the sole survivor being your favorite, still on the bed. satoru has your favorite plushie in a chokehold while he blabs about how it'll regret even being made and gives it another punch with his other hand. he hasn't noticed your presence yet due to the heat of the moment, but when he does, he awkwardly drops your plush and looks at you like nothing had happened. you burst out laughing while he mumbles how he was just “fluffing them up”.

YUTA doesn't mind them at all. after all, he also has plushies to help him sleep at night, and he adored you ten times more once he found out that you did too. one day, the two of you have a sleepover, and he brings all of his plushies over.. oh boy! the moment he showed up at your front door with bags and bags of plushies, your jaw dropped. (there was one even balanced on top of his head) yuta was honestly more of a plushie addict than you. when he laid out his plushies on your bed, it was filled. wherever you laid, you would squish a few plushies. despite all the plushies, the two of you end up cuddling each other anyway. (half of them had fallen off the bed by the end of the night)

SUGURU is genuinely not bothered by your plushies. they're inanimate objects; why would he be bothered? they're cute, and he can count on them to help you sleep at night when he's not present. he also likes to buy you more plushies because of the way your face lights up when you see them, he can't get enough. every morning, after (the majority) of your plushies have fallen off the bed, he tenderly helps you arrange them back in their place. suguru even begins to give each one of your plushies a name (if you didn't already name them) and a little backstory. his personal favorite is a pair of plushies that reminds him of you and him.

YUUJI has mixed feelings about your plushies. yes, they're cute, but sometimes, when he sees you cuddling one, he wants to snatch it and replace it with himself. over time, he notices how you're always holding or cuddling the same plushie. sure, everyone has their favorites, but you have other ones, so why not switch them up every once in awhile? he decides to ask you why one day, and when you respond that it simply reminded you of him, he nearly passes out. he was hyperventilating, screaming, and everything in between. from that day on, yuuji has loved your plushies and even bought you variants of whatever plushie you said that looked like him.

MEGUMI tries to convince himself that he does not care about your plushies. they're cute and all, but he can't help but feel jealous of them. sometimes. whenever he has to be out and about, you send pictures to him throughout the day, and sometimes your plushie is sneaked into the photo at your side, and he can't help but feel annoyed. that plushie could've been him, but gojo had unfortunately dragged him out that day. he mentally groans as he types out a response, trying to sound as nice as he can. at first typing, “get that stupid plush away from you rn” before hastily deleting it and just sending, “pretty”. after megumi gets dragged around by gojo (yuuji and nobara magically appeared too) for six hours, he can finally go home. when he walks in, you're on the couch watching whatever random movie you had turned on out of boredom, and that stupid plushie is still by your side. he walks a little closer, and you're literally hugging it. megumi sighs before walking up next to your seat and gently snatching the plushie out of your hold before sitting down next to you and pulling you into his arms.

[rebloggingrexan]

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