#my mind is plagued by visions

[yeowangies]

everyday i wake up wanting to write different kinds of porn, and that's why i never finish a wip 😔

[alexjcrowley]

My mind has been plagued by vision again I can't stop listening to (The Legend of) Miss Baltimore Crabs without thinking of Nico Rosberg

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

bari saxthur got lucky in that kayne didn’t write him a part in The Wager so he didn’t have to go to the world’s longest and ugliest rehearsals

[torturedpoetsunite]

foolish one who never learned her lessons on her knees asking to change the prophecy pipeline. in this essay i will

[spaciebabie]

THIS IS A NORMAL SPACIEBABIE SPRINGTRAP ART POST

[sleepy-steve]

🧠🪱 Wiggly Wednesday Thursday 🧠 🪱

thank you for tagging me @stervrucht 🖤

no pressure tags: @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @stevesbipanic and of course anyone else that would like to ♡

thinking about Steve and Eddie who, after going through rounds of physical therapy after everything, continue to work out together because Steve obviously loves it and loves having a friend to work out with. and Eddie notices the difference in his stamina when he gets back to performing on stage. (and if Eddie likes to watch Steve work out a little bit, and likes Steve coming over to help his form more than a little bit, well that’s his business.) but Steve takes a dance class and shakes up his usual warmup, leaving Eddie with some… thoughts.

***

“Okay, Munson,” Steve says, pulling his arm across his body for a shoulder stretch. “You ready?”

“Ready to be tortured? Always,” Eddie jokes. It was their thing. Eddie acts like he hates being there, but he still shows up every other day to their local gym in Indianapolis. And he won’t ever deny the benefits he’s noticed since starting their exercise regime. He's faster on stage, doesn't get winded near as easily, holding those screaming notes without feeling like his lungs will explode. Little did he know that today his joke would come to be true.

Steve liked most kinds of exercise. He was a sporty guy. He liked the pull and stretch of his muscles, the feeling of accomplishment after achieving a new goal, that delicious soreness the day after a really good workout. But mostly he loved trying new things. He’d give anything half a chance if he thought it might be fun. Which is how he ended up at a dance-aerobics class the week prior, finding himself having a lot of fun, blushing furiously when the women in the class complimented how quickly he picks up the steps.

He went back three more times that week. Part of his enjoyment came from the new warmup he was taught in the class. Steve’s usual warmup consisted of basic stretches and a light jog, covering all bases to ensure he didn’t get injured, but not very exciting.

This, however, was far more enjoyable. Steve found himself sinking deep into stretches he didn't know he had flexibility for, and moving his hips to a beat, ultimately just having way more fun with the warmup. And it was about to become a huge problem for Eddie.

Steve pops his headphones over his ears, the tape deck tucked securely in his shorts pocket. He bends over, inhaling deeply as the song starts, rising up with his hands overhead, exhaling as he rolls his wrists, hips moving side to side with the beat. His already short cropped t-shirt rises, showing off a good amount of his chest. He lets his arms come down, bending over again, feeling the pull in his hamstrings. Gripping his elbows, he lets the top half of his body hang, swinging from side to side, his hamstrings fully stretched out.

Eddie looks up from his own basic stretching, shocked to see Steve fully bent over, because hey, since when was he so flexible? With Metallica blaring through his own headphones, Eddie just stares, completely forgetting where he was at in his warmup.

Steve lets his hands drop, moving to one foot, back to the centre, then the other foot. Ass just up in the air, his shorts way too tight. Eddie swallows. He’d been denying his crush for months at this point, and good god this was not helping.

Rolling his shoulders as he stands up, Steve lets his hands travel down his bare thighs, sinking into a squat with his back arched and head tilted back. Eddie's eyes are wide as he watches those tight little shorts with the little cut-ins on the sides ride up, showing far more of Steve's glorious hairy thighs than Eddie can handle. Steve drops his head forward, hunching his shoulders as he moves back to standing. He repeats the motions, and Eddie wishes he had the strength to pull his stare away from Steve's ass.

Seeing Steve's head tilted back and his back arched is sending Eddie insane. Like, he geninely thinks he might evaporate on the spot if he keeps watching. But he just can't look away.

Turning himself sideways, Steve has one foot stepped out in front of the other, legs perfectly straightened into a triangle shape, bent over his front leg. Just when Eddie thinks he’s about to get up and end his suffering, Steve lowers himself down into a lunge. His little shorts definitely way too small and tight for the movement, Steve lunges back and forth, fingertips resting on the ground on either side of his front foot. Eddie watches as the t-shirt rides up with each lunge, the desire to get his lips and tongue all over Steve's chest overwhelming him.

Shaking himself, Eddie tries to remember which shoulder stretch he was up to. He attempts something close to a stretch, but he can’t be sure he's doing it right, because Steve has lowered himself to the ground, front leg bent and back leg perfectly straight, and is fucking thrusting into the ground. If he were to ask Steve, he’d find out this was a hip flexor stretch. But Eddie’s forgotten how to form words entirely, suddenly imagining nineteen different ways he wants to get dicked down by the man before him.

Eddie suffers in silence, heart racing in his chest, watching as Steve repeats the movements on his other side. He prays that the torture ends soon, that they can just get to the workout, and Eddie can go back to pretending he doesn't want to ride Steve until his thighs give out. But Eddie gets no such luck.

Steve has moved into some kind of triangle position, hands on the ground, legs straight, and of fucking course, his ass in the air. Eddie marvels at how straight the shape is, only for a moment, because then Steve is lifting his heels up and down in turn, and jesus christ those tiny little shorts are just riding up, and Eddie can see a hint of Steve's ass peeking out. His jaw drops. He may actually explode.

Just when Eddie's thinking he can't take much more of this, Steve lowers himself down, knees spread wide, arms stretched out in front of him and head tucked down. A wild and rushed series of thoughts fly across Eddie's mind, all centred around Steve kneeling down in front of him. Eddie needs to get it together quickly.

As Steve brings himself back up to the triangle position, walking his feet to meet his hands and rolling his spine up, shoulders and head rolling back last, he sees Eddie taking off for his warmup jog. Assuming that he probably just took too long with his new warmup, Steve shrugs it off and starts his jog shortly after.

Eddie hits his personal best in several weights that day, desperately trying to expend his excess energy in some way. He barely registers the wins, mind still stuck on Steve and his perfect ass in all those new positions. He almost dissolves on the spot when Steve claps him on the shoulder in congratuations.

At the end of their session, Eddie takes a freezing cold shower and prays for the sweet release of death.

[chericheribaby]

I want James to fucking buckle at the mere idea of Regulus riding him. I want James squirming under Regulus and Regulus soothing him, peppering gentle kisses all over his face, telling him he's being such a good boy to him, that he's doing so good, that he's fucking him so well while James cries and moans at the sight of this man on top of him, taking whatever he wants

[ladyveronikawrites]

no (sane) thots only TW: FEAR PLAY, GUNS, EDGE PLAY

bondage, vaginal fingering, masked men, gloves. forced masturbation, orgasm denial, cum eating

images of guns Ryan's twitch stream, Pinterest

Noah Sebastian x reader x Ryan Sitkowski

You wake up with a start

A large hand clamps down on your lips and nose muffling your screams

It's useless

You live in the middle of fucking nowhere

Covers ripped off your body leaving laid bare

Swift hands bind your hands and feet to the bed posts

The click of a cocked gun - cool metal jammed against your temple

"Don't make a sound."

You nod quickly praying it will end soon

His voice rumbles through your bones and straight to your core

Desperation has you squirming for friction

Gloved hands slap your thighs, the sting shocking your system.

Your heartbeat skyrockets at the sight of a blade

You watch in awe as a knife slices the rope at your ankles with ease

His eyes glint onyx in the moonlight

In an instant your legs are spread wide, and his tongue spears your lower lips apart

He licks into you gathering every bit of arousal to coat your already throbbing clit.

"Fuck," he curses against the bundle of nerves.

"Scared?" The other man rasps, his voice huskier than the other's tenor.

You make an agreeable sound only for it to morph into a moan when long gloved fingers sink into your dripping cunt

Your body arches off the mattress when curls his fingers

"She's ready" suddenly his fingers withdraw from inside you.

Whimpering at the loss, your eyes rim with tears.

Onyx eyes follow yours never wavering as he presents his drenched digits to you

The hand on your face lifts and before shoves slick fingers slam into your mouth

Sweat. Leather. Musk

You lick and suck at the digits faking sounds of pleasure hoping it will satisfy them

It doesn't.

The taller one slices the rope around your wrists

Fingers pull from your lips with an audible pop

Before pushing you to sit upright against the headboard.

You are free from your bindings

A loaded gun pointed straight between your eyes

"Now show us how you liked to be touched"

[petridishh416]

safe to say i got into due south

[yuji-enjoyer]

….…how do we feel about itafushi tattoo shop au

[zellaspinna]

I NEED to see marc in this Schiaparelli ant jacket from ss23

[sweet-general-mayhem]

Saw an art trend about saying fuck AI and drawing stuff yourself and thought that was awesome. Anyways here’s my sona trapped in a lego set.

[thekidsarentalright]

severance edit to 9-5 by dolly parton whennnnnn

[cranberrybanjo]

I need to draw Jason and Eric annoying the shit out of each other I need to draw them being annoying pieces of shit or I’m gonna die

[bangoose]

Would you say what the Springtrap scene was to fnaf fans-

--is what the tigerstar death scene is to warrior cats fans

[victheclown]

HEY YOU [turns Plaqque into a marketable plushie]