#like ughhhhh

[zevrra]

—coming home

[mdni, jayce x fem!reader, p in v penetration, dirty talk]

you’re not entirely sure what happened to jayce while he was gone these last few months but something inside of him has changed. besides his new injuries, and his wonderful facial hair, jayce was far more…clingy. he was yearning, touching you non stop, muttering how much he missed you after he found his way home to you.

god, what happened to jayce while he was gone? what happened to the man who asked you if you were okay every five seconds when you two got physical? what happened to that somewhat shy, innocent man who asked you in the softest voice if he could please you?

“you can take it. i know you can.” he grunts in the shell of your ear, slipping his cöck inside of you with ease. one hand on the back of your thigh, lifting your leg into the air as he pushes himself all the way in; stuffing you to the brim all the while he pants against your skin.

what the hell happened and why was this the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced with your lover?

“see? just like that.” he says with a low groan, burying his nose against the crook in your neck, as his hips begin to move. thrusting quickly in and out, spearing you on his cock while your fingernails grip onto anything within arms reach.

you choke back a sob, laying on your side with your face pressed into the bed beneath you. his grip is harsh and will surely leave behind blossomed red hand prints along your skin but his grip doesn’t hurt. every touch, every groan, every thrust sets your entire body on fire. pleasure, like you’ve never felt before, numbs your entire being.

“focus right here baby.” jayce grunts with a particularly sharp thrust. you gasp as he brings you back to reality, thrusting roughly into your soaking pussy. jayce scrapes his teeth against your neck. “fuck you feel so good. take me so well…perfect for me. made for me.” jayce praises with every snap of his hips before he bites down against your skin, planting a fresh bite mark.

the pain and pleasure mix so well that it leaves you breathless. and you’re not sure what happened to jayce while he was gone but one thing you did know; he has never fucked you better.

[number1abbasupporter]

regulus and pandora both pulling head boy and head girl, respectively, their sixth year

[aroacespacerock]

I hate it when men are pretty like you already have the patriarchy you beautiful bastard

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

And what if I shipped Magloire and Baptisine, uh?

[sammywlw]

i cannot stand this fucking "based on your likes" shit that bc everyday ill get halfway through reading one of the dumbest spn takes ever written wondering who the fuck im following would say something like that before realizing that its from some random blog like i have a perfectly curated list of beloved blogs that i follow and i would like to see their content! if i wanted to see other random peoples content i would simply use the page that shows me exactly that!!

[alithetiredartist]

speak now is hunter and willows album. ok they own it. you can’t convince me otherwise. like eda has a couple songs on there like never grow up and story of us but it’s mostly hunter and willows. not necessarily a huntlow album tho. like there are a couple huntlow songs like sparks fly and ours but most of them are just their songs if that makes sense??? maybe i’ll make a graph or two to explain it cause this has been on my mind for a while

[raplinesmoon]

some things are just so insane trying to explain to cishet men like this guy was like oh i’ve never seen “the sisterhood of the traveling pants”

and I was trying to explain the significance of the movie to him and how it’s just such a canon childhood movie that means a lot to so many people

and he was all just like “there’s a magic pair of pants?”

[kishibei]

ugh post spiderverse miguel is such a dickrider

[bluejaysgonerogue]

this but as a full length fic

ik its hyper unrealistic but like imagine being in las almas during the 'alone' mission as just a civilian who's hiding in their home with the lights off, praying no one finds you.

then in sneaks a skull face man who's too light on his feet for his burly size, but you remain silent, pressing yourself flatter into the dark corner you're tucked in.

his boots come to an abrupt stop in your living room, and you're biting down on your tongue painfully to keep from whimpering, but you think he hears you anyway- how could he not? each quivering exhale that escapes you sounds deafening even to you.

"hide better."

you start when he speaks, a gruff baritone that reverberates in your very chest.

"now."

his unyielding tone has your body moving before you can even acknowledge the fact, scrambling away on all fours to your bedroom in a panic, when he's suddenly behind you.

a strong arm lifts you like you're but the size of a child and shoves you into a small closet, pushing you behind him and swiftly closing the door, holding the knob so it doesn't click as it shuts.

the space is too tight, your nose aching as it's forcibly pressed into his broad back. you're pinned between a solid wall and the back of the closet- a noise of protest about to fall from your lips when you hear glass shattering.

you flinch, your fingers digging into the sides of the man's jacket in reflex. voices begin to flood your quaint, little home, american by the sound of it.

it all muffles after that, a thunderous roar inside your ears, heart slamming against your chest, dread sinking into your stomach.

god don't let them find you, don't let them find you don't-

the skull man shifts imperceptibly, and a large hand curls around your thigh that's firmly pressed against his own, and tightens-

grounding.

slowly, you let out a calming breath, the rough hold he has on you soothing your frayed nerves. he wouldn't have done any of this if he was an enemy.

the moments after that feel like an eternity as the sound of footsteps that fill your home slowly dissipate. the wait feels endless, until your savior finally emerges from the closet, freeing you from confinement as well.

he walks forward a little, then turns his head your direction.

"hidin' in plain sight works only on the amateurs. these men aren't. i won't be here t'save ya next time."

he unsheathes a blade from his waistband, metal gleaming under the dim light, and silently pads toward your back door.

"thank you," you whisper.

the only sign you get that he heard you at all was a subtle pause of his movements before exiting, effortlessly melting into the shadows.

hours later, when johnny finally stumbles in through the church doors, simon notices a very recognizable fabric tied around johnny's arm in a makeshift bandage.

hm.

[plethodontidae]

apparently the internship i applied for didn’t even get my application ??? 😀😀😀😀😀😀

[nibbles-whispers]

continuation of my last post:

everytime a kink dynamic hits the mainstream i cringe bc then i have to see all these shitty takes (i thought being an adult meant ppl would stop shitting on ppl for doing what they want that's not hurting anyone) (guess i was wrong ;-;)

[stafdash]

I WILL NEER NOT BE ANGERY THAT THE LINE

“You need to be kissed, George so hard you can’t remember your name”

WAS WASTED ON A FUCKING DREAM NOT FOUND FIC

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LIKE MY GOD I WAS REREADING THIS FIC AND DEAR GOD I WAS SCREAMING LITTERLY SCREAMING THE LINE IS SO FUCKING GOOD AND IT WAS FOREVER WASTED NO ONE CAN USE AGAIN LIKE AHHHHHH

[a-space-for-mimi]

You know... I forget that people can be horrible and can be masterful deceivers. Like, I'm watching a video exposing Benny Hinn and oh my goodness! The level of deception to orchestrate the fake healings is unreal! And how people are emotionally manipulated and how employees of the so-called-ministry have to sign NDAs. But knowing myself, it would be difficult to not go to one of these "healing events" and not be sucked into all of the theatrics. I feel so bad for all the people who have believed their lies. Not to mention how they promise that giving money to them will make you prosper. And they go and use that money to fund their extravagant spending.

If anyone is curious about what video I'm watching, it's this one: "Benny Hinn's nephew confirms the worst."

[midiiring]

i just read something from work with so many typos. It rlly irked my soul.

Bc why are u sending something out to thousands of ppl and it has typos every other paragraph

[psilocybinaut]

It wasn't that important. But it sure did make me upset.

I hate how you really have to like choose a job or a hobby.

[supremeoverlordofthegeeks]

Starting off the new year right, aka screeching about what Star Wars could have been with a rando