#literally my husbands

[gothghostiie]

Heyo my fellow! Me again, the weirdo one who has a love for you. Anyways, greetings aside with all the love and respect of course, could you do the tf and los vaqueros reaction to reader wanting to lead?

Big mwuahs 😍

mmmwahhh

cw: dom!reader, sub!alejandro & sub!rudy, bondage, edging

Rudy is absolutely glad to let you take control over him, in any way. he does want a small warning beforehand, so tell him you wanna try and he'll agree. absolutely putty in your hands when you tie him to the bed while kissing all over him and praising him, making him all giddy and worked up. when hes dominant he doesn't moan much, grunting and dirty talk are more his thing, but when you're taking the lead? loud whore. prefer less painful treatment, but is fine with things getting rough while you fuck him. <3

alejandro is a little harder to convince there, if you do it don't ask beforehand. he likes putting up the fight and will quickly let you know whether he's in the mood or not, but if he lets you? be prepared for a bratty little slut. wiggling out of restraints, trying to pin you down, even (lovingly) mocking you for trying to take the lead, but trust me, the second you start edging him he's a begging, whimpering mess, trying his best to thrust up into whatever you're giving him.

[the-raindeer-king]

You're in bed with Simon, who's on leave after some long, exhausting mission. It's your day off, and you've finally gotten home after running errands. You barely get the groceries into the fridge before Simon's dragging you to the bedroom, insisting it's time for a nap.

Both of you are asleep in record time, snuggled up together.

It's sometime later, that you're somewhere between awake and asleep, aware that there's no longer sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window. You're ready to drift off back to sleep, and then something hard hits you in the mouth.

You've just barely registered that Simon elbowed you in the face, when he's pulling you closer, his hands cupping your cheeks.

"I'm sorry. 'm sorry. 'm sorry," he rushes out.

"You hit me," you whine in response.

"I know, love. 'm so sorry."

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, your head tucked underneath his. It's not like you were really upset to begin with, but it's hard to even pretend to be, with the way he's holding you. And you happily let yourself drift back to sleep.

[the-maw-consumes]

do you think it'll let up soon?

static version:

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[hattersarts]

im already at the south downs cottage guys, catch up

[randomfandomss]

[lungthief]

post cosmic turnabout deleted scene/fix-it comic bc damn they made miles kinda harsh to athena and then did nothing about it so i guess it’s up to ME

[viannasthings]

HES LITERALLY THE PERFECT MAN 😭❤️❤️

[opikiquu]

iknow my comics are ugly please just hear me out

[lotus-pear]

i miss them......please come back........please come home :((

[captain-flint]

Crowley literally fighting for his life here looking like he's about to throw up and pass out trying to 'hold that thought'

[mrghostrat]

dust and light

i swear to somebody, the actual good omens parallels were a complete accident when i wrote this scene in BNF, where crowley is a writer in the agnes nutter fandom and aziraphale is his big bang partner. i've been on fire ever since i realised.

"The way you talked about the lighting in that last scene was just so striking— I really want to capture it somehow; find a way to paint the different layers of sunbeams and dust motes, just as you’ve written them.” Aziraphale’s grin caught himself quite off guard. “What are you planning?” Crowley shifted with an exaggerated, bashful shrug, but his grin remained steady on his face. “Not sure, just some kind of metaphor about the light and the warmth, probably. Maybe note some stark differences between the bookshop and a dusty room with no light, or a bright place with no dust. Each feeling equally inadequate compared to the shop, and that being… Er, I dunno, a reflection of their lives without one another in it, or something.”

[il-predestinato]

absolute HUSBAND behaviour 🫠

Max Verstappen & Charles Leclerc | media pen | 2023 Las Vegas Grand Prix 🎥: SkySports F1 (Nov 15, 2023)

[p4nishers]

i cant get over the ball being so CLEARLY all for crowley i can't get over aziraphale trying to woo him with a WHOLE FUCKING BALL because that's what he knows that's what romance IS for him because he's been wanting to dance with crowley ever since dancing was invented and he's so stuck in time with the way he dresses and talks and he still thinks a dance is the high of romance AND HE MADE A WHOLE ENTIRE FUCKING BALL FOR CROWLEY JUST SO HE COULD DANCE WITH HIM like now it's so fucking obvious he gave away his BOOKS without a second thought and it was all for crowley he organised a whole JANE AUSTEN THEME BALL just so he could have an excuse to finally dance with the love of his life and i can't get over this i'm shaking my fists and pacing up and down he did not give a single fuck about anything other than dancing with crowley and HE BARELY TOUCHED OTHER PEOPLE'S HANDS WHILE HIS WHOLE FUCKING PALM WAS PRESSED TO CROWLEY'S AND i need to lie down

[hannibal-is-my-comfort-show]

[evan-buck]

GOOD OMENS David Tennant as Crowley

BAFTA Nominee for Male Performance in a Comedy