#like come on. spice it up

[githvyrik]

[becca-e-barnes]

Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

[burningcheese-merchant]

Wake up, BurningCheese/GoldenSpice babes, new poorly drawn blorbos just dropped

They look cooler in my head, I swear.

the images didn't show up the first time wtf lol

The kids are finally here, yay. I promised I'd show you them, and I finally stopped being an asshole and followed through. Almost got 200 followers and I'm very grateful for it - really, I'm nobody. I'm just some clown who says dumb stuff and makes dumb memes and writes cringey stories, and yet I convinced almost 200 people to tune in. Thank you all so much, users on here and anons in my inbox alike. As a token of appreciation, you can all endure my rambling about my OCs and witness a person in their early 20s draw like a 12 year old.

The boy is Pepper Jack (or Pepper Jack Cookie). He's the firstborn and older than his sister by a few years. He takes after his mother in a lot of ways, primarily in her appearance (save for nabbing his father's red eyes). He's incredibly bright (and a smartass lol), preferring to think his way out of conflict rather than fight his way out... not that he's above violence at all, if that glaive doesn't give it away lol. He harbors a deep sense of love and loyalty towards his family and his peoples, and carries the weight of his responsibilities and heritage with as much confidence and poise as he can muster. (There are/will be times where he stumbles, of course. He's not perfect. He struggles a lot more than he lets on, really. But he tries his best, for everyone's sake.)

The girl is Matar Paneer (or Matar Paneer Cookie). Again, she's the younger one by a few years. She was all but made in her father's image, save for inheriting her mother's eyes. She's a little firecracker: lively and fun-loving and stubborn as a mule. She doesn't ask "can I have/do this thing", she tells you "I'm going to have/do this thing". Golden is proud as anything to see her daughter be so greedy... until that greed comes into conflict with her and Spice's authority lol. But she's a good kid, despite being such a handful. She has an enormous heart and is not afraid to stand up for others/what's right, and she loves her parents and brother more than anything in the world. She might doubt her own capabilities, she might secretly fear that she's not strong enough to do what she needs to... but she keeps pushing anyway, because she'd honestly choose death over quitting.

Your eyes are not deceiving you, Pepper Jack's wings are blue lol. There's an actual reason for that. And that USO (Unidentified Sitting Object) in Matar Paneer's hair is a lotus (the cheese one in the GCK decor set lol). There's a reason for that, too. I thought it would be cool to give Jack a glaive and swap out the normal blade for that of a khopesh sword (glaives are not Egyptian, they only saw use in Asia and Europe, but I just HAD to give him a glaive), to add that Egyptian touch. Paneer's supposed to be wearing a pattu pavadai, it's a traditional Indian dress for young girls. It's a blouse plus a skirt. She's holding katar, Indian knives (Cilantro Cobra has them, too). And her hair's supposed to be in a low ponytail.

Merchant thinks that if they explain what their terrible drawings are supposed to convey, people will understand their intended vision and the pain will stop

I sat down and did research into both Egyptian and Hindu mythology for the sake of drawing inspiration for them both. I'll explain in detail in another post, but basically: both of them take after one Egyptian god and one Hindu god each. Golden takes after Ra and Spice takes after Shiva, so I figured I'd follow along that line.

Please flood my inbox with questions about them now. I've really been dying to talk about them for ages now. I've drafted extensive character sheets for them both, I even made up in-game descriptions for them lol. They're my little fankid blorbos and I love them :') I hope you all come to love them, too

(Also, I'm sorry they're on lined paper. I'm visiting family rn and that's the only paper my grandmother has in her house. I'd have to drive to a stationery to get printer paper and I'd really rather not drive in this particular country lol (shit roads, even shittier drivers). I'll doodle them on printer paper whenever somebody remembers to bring me some)

[hawnks]

A werewolf knight promised a bride in return for his unflinching loyalty and unmatched battle prowess.

His Jarl thinks the most beautiful, talented, and wellbred Lady of the island will suit nicely as his gift.

But the wolf has already made his choice -- he'd made it long before he ever went to war. Everything he did, every terrible, horrible, deadly thing, he did it for her.

And since he was promised a bride, well. Who can stop him? It's his due, after all.

[meamiki]

a star being appeared in your apartment, wdyd?

(aka loop getting reverse isekaied into the modern office au)

also there are some scattered mumblings on loop in this AU under the cut actually in an rb now link right here if anyone's interested (spoilers for all of ISAT, including 2hats!)

[teddy-bear-d]

I’ve been seeing some people being a little disappointed in how the vibes are different this season of rats compared to rest (a lot more attic time and less quests) and imma put my two cents in (unlike my usual lurking lol)

I think we are going to be seeing a very different trajectory in terms of when the rays do what this season. Because it’s the second season there isn’t as much of a learning curve when it comes to bits building (season one no doubt me new what they were doing but Snifferish and they ended up not being able to get on often at the beginning; now season two more than half have experienced with it and are working to teach each other every time they learn something new). If I remember correctly, we saw a lot of infrastructure forming in the attic towards the end of season one when people got used to it, but in the beginning they did a lot of quests to spice up that learning.

I think this season we’re are going to see a lot of building in the attic for a while as they are having a lot of fun with it (eg. Martyn, Sausage, and Eloise are all doing major building/art projects right now).

But do not worry if that’s not your thing! There are other rats doing more lore and exploring and once those projects start wrapping up we are going to likely see a lot more questing!

[deepwaterwritingprompts]

hello everyone new!

its been a hot few months and a few thousand more followers, so hi to everyone new and thank you for being here!

I go by L on this blog! I take prompt requests (not right now, but soon!), and i'm sorry if several sunlit years pass before I get to yours.

I love stationary, weird art, bugs, overly milky tea, and kikkoman soymilk.

i recently got an agent, and in the interest of good natured and someday potentially useful self promotion you can follow me on instagram at @liliacostello if the mood strikes you

prompts are free use forever, and i hope you tag me in anything you make! prose gets read and adored, art gets reblogged and adored.

keep writing and stay odd forever

- L

[babygirlwolverine]

big changes but the same fluff blog! get ready for double the kisses with deancas and poolverine 💋

deancaskiss >>>>> babygirlwolverine \|/

thank you to everyone who voted in my url poll. y’all chose this url so this one’s for you! and don’t worry, there will still be plenty of destiel on my blog with lots of poolverine too ❤️💛

[noecoded]

Idec abt the plot of obey me anymore can they add in a chapter where asmo & mc fuck or something

[itsjaywalkers]

a lil smth under the cut for u guys (part 2) <3

part 1 part 3

Regulus gives himself one last look at the mirror in the locker room, cheeks tinted pink and brows furrowed. 

James’ clothes look ridiculously big on him; the black t-shirt reaches his mid-thighs, and the collar is so low on him his collarbones are on full display. He had to tie the basketball shorts quite tightly, and they still feel a bit loose, even if not at risk of leaving him exposed. 

And really, the point of this is being comfortable, not looking pretty, but Regulus is used to always wearing outfits that fit him like a glove, that don’t have a single crinkle and are perfectly pristine. He feels too out of his element like this. 

There’s also the fact that he’s not very sure about how to deal with the fact that he’s wearing James’ clothes, his scent cloaking his senses and making him dizzy, but he refuses to focus on that side of things. Regulus is already feeling restless enough as it is. 

With a tiny sigh, he sets his shoulders and makes his way out of the locker room, raising his chin slightly as soon as James appears in his sight. He’s leaning against the side of the ring, lazily checking something on his phone with his lips pulled up in half a smile. 

Regulus hates the little flip his stomach gives. Despite how very little he can stand to be around the other man, it’s impossible to deny how attractive he looks. Regulus especially likes him right now, away from the spotlight and without all those flashes lighting up his face. No shirt, still a little sweaty after today’s training, dark hair even messier than usual and shorts riding low on his hips. The laces of his right trainer half undone, and that little golden ring he only takes off during fights shining in his ear.

He does miss the glasses, though. James barely wears them, because he’s vain like that, and also because boxing isn’t the best place for them, but Regulus has caught him with them a couple times. He doesn’t think James is very fond of them, but Regulus thinks they suit him, even though he’d rather die than let the other man know.

They make him look more real. Tangible. Less like a character created to please the masses, and more like a normal man. The kind of bloke you’d cross paths with at Tesco while doing some last minute shopping before it closes, instead of an internationally famous boxer that hasn’t lost a single match since he seemingly appeared out of nowhere, a little over a year ago. 

Regulus doesn’t like James, regardless of the version of himself he chooses to show, but at least one of them doesn’t feel scripted. 

James raises his head all of a sudden, and Regulus isn’t quick enough to avert his gaze before he’s caught staring. Heat climbs up his neck just as a scowl twists his features, a couple of excuses and snarky responses appearing inside his brain, already ready at the tip of his tongue to argue against whatever arrogant bullshit James decides to spout this time. 

However, it never comes.

The other man seems to have frozen in place, watching Regulus with parted lips and wide eyes. The blatant gaping makes him want to squirm, but he refuses to give him a single reaction, so he opts for arching an eyebrow and closing his arms over his chest, waiting patiently for James to make the first move. 

“Fuck,” James murmurs, the word sounding almost like it’s been punched out of him. “Come here.”

Regulus considers refusing, or being difficult about it, or even demand that James comes there himself, but it wouldn’t make much sense, considering he needs to get in the ring for what they’re about to do. 

Arguing with James, disagreeing with everything that comes out of his mouth, it’s second-nature to Regulus at this point. Sometimes, he has to take a moment to turn that side of his brain off. Not like he has the necessity of doing so often.

He huffs a little, but Regulus still does as he’s told, walking slowly and with some wariness in his step, but never faltering. It doesn’t take him long to reach the ring, but he keeps a little distance between his body and James’.

This has nothing to do with the way James’ gaze follows every single one of his movements, or the way his pupils dilate when his eyes fall onto his exposed legs. Regulus’ hands twitch with the need of pulling the hem of the shorts down. He can only hope that the heat he can feel climbing up his neck isn’t showing in his face. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Regulus grumbles, after a few more seconds of complete staring and a lot of intense staring. 

James’ eyebrows shoot up and he blinks at him. “Can I?”

Regulus sputters a bit, losing his proud stance and even taking a step back. His cheeks feel like they’re on fire, and he’s unable to look away from James’ sparkling gaze.

“What? No!” he exclaims, hugging himself tightly. “I was teasing! Why would you even want a picture in the first place?”

James blinks a bit more, as if he’s waking up from a daze, and then he grins widely at Regulus, cocking his head to the side. 

“You’re wearing my clothes,” he says, like that explains everything. 

“And?” Regulus questions, incredulous. 

“And I want to fucking devour you,” James responds without missing a beat, tone calm as if he’s merely commenting on the weather. 

Regulus chokes on his own spit, and he opens his mouth, ready to curse the other man out, but his voice refuses to cooperate. 

“Shut up,” he ends up mumbling, too aware of the red that must be covering his whole face. Even his ears feel hot. “I thought you were supposed to be teaching me how to punch.” 

James snorts, shaking his head softly, but he turns around to grab the ropes of the ring and pull himself up, slipping inside with an ease that Regulus refuses to find attractive. 

Every single boxer gets in and out of the ring the same way, with the same naturality that can only be born from habit. If he doesn’t get affected by watching Barty doing it, he shouldn’t feel anything when it’s James, either. 

If only his brain could get with the program. 

James offers him a hand, the other one holding onto the ropes to keep his balance, even though he can probably lift Regulus without breaking a sweat. Regulus stares at his palm for a couple of seconds, lips pursed, before he takes it with a sigh, barely repressing a yelp when James pulls him up with a harsh tug.

He stumbles forward, and the only things that keep him from falling onto his ass are the ropes he crashes into and James’ hand grabbing him by the waist. Regulus is too dazed to appreciate the other man’s raw strength, the way he holds him up easily even after letting go of the ropes himself. Regulus is still trying to make his heart slow down while James helps him inside the ring, not letting go of him for a second until he’s sure that he can stand on his own, and he's far away from the ring’s edge.

“Careful,” James murmurs, squeezing his waist before he finally steps back and stops touching him. 

Regulus can’t help but send a glare his way. “A bit late for that, isn’t it? And it was your fault, anyway.” 

“How was it my fault?” James questions, a disbelieving laugh slipping between his words. 

“You pulled me too hard!” Regulus retorts, pointing an accusatory finger at him, uncertain if his embarrassment is due to almost falling in front of James or to having had him so close, manhandling him with such ease. “None of it would've happened if it weren’t for you!” 

James rolls his eyes, a smile already pulling at his mouth. “I was just trying to help you, love. But I didn’t expect you to weigh so little.”

Regulus scoffs, pointedly ignoring the urge of rubbing at his very warm cheeks. “I weigh a perfectly average amount for my age,” he hisses, eyes never focusing on James, always jumping from the floor, to the ropes, to the door that leads to the locker rooms. “It’s you who’s—”

“I’m… what?” James cuts him off, shit-eating grin already in place. Regulus can’t wait to be able to wipe it off his face with his fists. “Incredibly strong? Insanely fit?” 

“Desperately trying to overcompensate,” Regulus finishes drily. 

James huffs, but it sounds amused, and instead of responding with something snarky of his own, he shakes his head a little and begins rolling his shoulders. It takes Regulus a beat too long to realise that James is stretching. 

He rushes to do the same after the other man arches an eyebrow at him, still doing his best to keep their gazes from meeting. Regulus focuses on James’ movements, on the way he rolls his ankles and how tightly he pulls his arms over his head. 

They both work in silence, and despite it not being uncomfortable, it does feel a bit heavy. Tense. Like there’s a sword swinging over their heads, waiting for the right time to be dropped down. 

Regulus isn’t sure if that’d be a good or a bad thing.

By the time James finally starts to slow down, shaking his limbs to loosen them up, Regulus is already feeling some soreness in his muscles. James’ stretching wasn’t exhaustive, or even that intense; Regulus has seen what his actual routine looks like, as well as his daily training, and this was nothing in comparison. 

But, well. James is a professional athlete, while Regulus sits behind a computer to write his articles. He likes to think he’s in decent shape, despite having what’s mostly an office job, but this is making him start to doubt it.

“Okay, love,” James begins, and his voice startles Regulus a little. This might be the longest they’ve been silent in each other’s presence. “The first thing you need to understand about punching is that you don’t do it with your arms, you do it—”

“With your whole body,” Regulus intervenes, grinning a bit smugly. “I already knew that. Sirius told me ages ago.”

James rolls his eyes so hard he even tilts his head back, and Regulus has to make an active effort to repress a snort. 

“Good. I see he’s not completely useless,” James sighs, and Regulus narrows his eyes at him.

“I also know that you shouldn’t tuck your thumb inside, unless you wanna end up breaking it, and that your lead foot should be forward for jabs and crosses.” 

James sighs, his smile slowly becoming less genuine and more strained. “Fine, then. Since you’re such an expert, I’ll skip the basics. Show me your stance.”

Regulus lets out a quiet exhale and nods, a furrow setting between his eyebrows as he tries to remember Sirius’ lessons back when they were teens. If he’s being honest, he doesn’t remember that much, because they were quite young, and his brother wasn’t even half as good back then, but he’s too proud to admit this to James.

He spreads his legs slightly, always making sure that his right foot remains forward. Regulus pushes his shoulders back and crouches slightly, raising his arms enough to adopt a defensive position. 

When he’s satisfied, he raises his head, sneaking a glance at James, who’s looking at him with an unreadable face. 

“So?” Regulus questions after a moment.

“Wrong,” is all that James says, his tone neutral. 

Regulus does a double take. “Excuse me?” 

“Wrong,” James barks again, his focus shifting from his body to his gaze. He crosses his arms over his chest.

“How is it wrong?” Regulus demands, losing his stance just so he can properly scowl at James.

“It just is.” James shrugs, always so nonchalant it makes Regulus sick. “Spread your legs a little wider.”

Regulus scoffs, but he listens, even if a bit begrudgingly. 

“Wider,” James instructs again, and Regulus huffs loudly, but he still does as he’s told. “Okay, no, that’s too wide.” 

He throws his arms up in the air, already more than done with James’ stupid lesson. He’s about to let him know what he thinks of his shitty teaching skills when James closes the distance between them with two long strides. Regulus snaps his mouth shut even before the first syllable has left his parted lips.

It takes him a lot of effort to keep his body from taking a step back.

James’ eyes slide down his body, slow and careful, and Regulus bites the inside of his cheek so hard he tastes blood. There’s none of the usual interest in James’ expression; he’s focused on the task at hand, looking for flaws and ready to correct Regulus’ form like a surprisingly stern teacher. 

That doesn’t mean he can’t feel the weight of James’ gaze on him like a brand, Regulus’ skin burning in every zone where the other man’s eyes stop. 

“Close your legs, we’re starting again,” James instructs, and Regulus hesitates momentarily, trying to blink himself out of his daze. 

He does, rolling his eyes for good measure, and then waits for James’ next order with the most deadpan face he can muster. 

James walks around him, deep in thought. 

“Open,” he murmurs, frowning slightly. “Like you did the first time.”

Regulus gives him a very pointed look over his shoulder, but he complies, and this time, he doesn’t try as hard to get it right. He’s had enough judgement for the day. 

When he stops, James squints his eyes. “Open more,” he presses, attention never leaving Regulus’ legs.

“How much more?” Regulus asks, with a bite in his tone. “Because I also did that last time, and apparently it was wrong.”

“Just a little bit, Reg,” James sighs, and he has no business sounding so exasperated when Regulus is the one dealing with that attitude of his. “It’s not rocket science.”

“Well, that’s what I thought too, until you started to criticise my stance as if we’re doing something actually complicated, instead of just throwing a stupid—”

James interrupts him with a groan, and before Regulus can tell him to fuck off, the other man is moving forward, extending his hands and making Regulus go completely stiff. 

Noticing the sudden tension, he stops right before his fingers wrap around his waist, so very close Regulus can already feel their warmth. 

“Can I?” James wonders gently, and Regulus swallows thickly. 

He considers refusing, kind of curious to see what James will do, how will he react, especially considering that he’s a master of casual touches, and he usually never asks before wrapping an arm around Regulus’ shoulders, or patting him on the back and letting his hand linger for a few seconds too long. 

In the end, though, he’s also too tired of arguing. 

“Yeah,” he mumbles, looking away from James’ hovering hands. 

James seems to doubt for a second, before he finally grips Regulus’ tightly, squeezing for a moment and dragging a tiny gasp out of Regulus. It earns him another squeeze, this time, longer than the other one. 

The other man sneaks a leg between Regulus’ thighs, and he kicks softly at his feet until he opens the slightest bit wider, murmuring a breathy “good” when he likes the width. 

Regulus is helpless to the shiver that racks his frame. He’s sort of expecting James to make a teasing comment about it, or maybe just laugh a little, but he stays silent, still holding onto Regulus. 

Somehow, that’s even worse.

[senshis-tenshi]

Imagine...

... your F/O coming to visit you at your workplace. Is it gonna be a nice little gesture, or is it going to cause the end of the world (or at least the downfall of your company)? Do they appreciate your coworkers or are they sworn enemies? Does your F/O purchase or order anything just to spend more time with you? Are they a calm, welcome customer who can behave, or are they going to end up getting kicked out by the manager (or you)?

[epickiya722]

It is so funny reading JJK and BNHA and being aware of the Twin Theory and the DFO Theory.

JJK half confirmed it. Oh, Sukuna had a twin whose soul was reincarnated... but it wasn't Yuji. Nah, it was his dad! So Yuji is Sukuna's nephew (via soul).

For BNHA, I want that to be the same case. And yeah, if you follow me long enough you already know what I'm about to say.

If that DFO Theory does get confirmed somehow, I want it to be half confirmed. Oh, AFO was a dad, alright. But he isn't Izuku's dad. No, he's Inko's (or Hisashi's) dad. Which would make AFO Izuku's grandfather.

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m feral for subby Bucky. I need him on the floor crying and begging for my pussy, a babbling bitch of a mess.

Okay love youuu💜

Maybe I've got too soft recently but I'm so into the thought of being sweet and gentle and encouraging with subby Bucky?

I can't stop thinking about how pretty he could look on his knees in dim bedroom lighting and the way it would accentuate those muscular thighs. He's naked, watching you, stroking his cock a little more frantically than you'd usually allow.

"Please." He sounds more composed than he looks and he's not afraid to keep eye contact with you while he begs.

"I need to feel you." He watches as you trail your finger gently across your own glistening sex, spreading your legs nice and wide so he's got a perfect view from the floor.

You don't respond. There's no sense in breaking a silence that heavy. Not when you know his mouth is watering, imagining the way you'll feel when you engulf his cock and then the way you'll taste while he licks his cum out of your freshly fucked pussy.

"I need you." He whispers, his mouth running faster than his brain. His dick throbs in his hand, precum dribbling down his shaft, over his fingers, making each stroke a little more slick.

"Then have me, sweetheart. I'm all yours." He didn't expect the softness in your voice or the way you tenderly hold his chin to pull him in for a kiss.

He's slipping just a little faster than he wants to but it feels lovely. He's safe, he's loved, he's free to explore interests he's never given much time to and it's all starting to feel quite comfortable and natural to him.

"I love you, I hope you know that." You whisper, kissing his forehead while you line his tip up to your entrance.

"Oh God." He whimpers, his head falling onto your shoulder because he can't look at you now. Not as he's pressing into you and you're being so gentle with him. It'll be overwhelming and he simply can't have that.

"I love how you make me feel. I love getting to see you like this." You coo softly, stroking the back of his head, enjoying his hot, erratic breathing on your neck.

Inch by inch, he slides inside you. It's slow and reverent and considerate and downright perfect.

"You don't need to last, sweetheart. Let me take care of you for now and we can go a little bit longer later." Your offer isn't one he can turn down. He's been too aroused for too long and taking the edge off is exactly what he needs so he can focus on your pleasure.

His thrusts from then on are much faster, his tip rubbing your sweet spot delightfully and while it's not enough to get you off, it leaves you arching yourself closer to him.

It doesn't take long for him to become a babbling mess, panting and moaning against your neck, begging to be allowed to cum inside you.

"I'm so proud of you." You remind him, holding him as close as you can. There is no closer than this; not with him inside you but it still feels important to be unreserved in how much you want him. "I'm so proud of you. It's okay sweetheart, I've got you. You're okay, I've got you."

You feel his hips stutter, his shaft pulsing and throbbing as he shoots his first load into you, buried as deep inside you as he can manage. There are a few tender moments where you just hold him, kissing his broad shoulders while he catches his breath, letting him get comfortable on your chest.

[whump-n-comfort]

i've noticed a common generic idea beneath my fave stories

[rist-ix]

https://www.tumblr.com/rist-ix/749015401700229120 not you reblogging this when you ship bloom with the man who murdered her family 😭

Bloom's into ppl who slay! Hope this helps :3

[sleepdepravity]

I would love to subject odile to a time loop I think that she’d have so much fun figuring things out.