#oh my god lord help me

[razormain]

the convo in the shackling prison...

[hufflepotato-18]

“If Gilbert had been asked to describe his ideal woman the description would have answered point for point to Anne, even to those seven tiny freckles whose obnoxious presence still continued to vex her soul. Gilbert was as yet little more than a boy; but a boy has his dreams as have others, and in Gilbert's future there was always a girl with big, limpid grey eyes, and a face as fine and delicate as a flower. He had made up his mind, also, that his future must be worthy of its goddess.”

- Anne of Avonlea, L. M. Montgomery

[xxplastic-cubexx]

krakoa cherik constantly having sleepovers at each others houses

they never slept alone since day one ☝️ (until the divorce)

Im so sorry this was my immediate first thought

[seokminfilm]

can't feel my face | vernon chwe

pairing: vernon chwe x reader

warnings: non-idol au, college au, college student frat boy vernon, college student reader, reader uses she/her pronouns, kissing, bits of romantic tension, slightly-drunk vernon x slightly-drunk reader, the two obviously like each other, vernon may possibly be out of character (vernon's hard to write okay)

now playing: can't feel my face (the weeknd)

Oh, how you hated Vernon Chwe.

Sure, he probably didn't know who you were or take time to even acknowledge your existence, but just seeing his face made you want to stomp your foot on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum.

He was perfect. Too perfect, you thought.

Even though he was a frat boy, and spent most of his time partying, skipping school, and seemingly changing his girlfriend every seven buisness days, he still had above-average grades, and participated in the college's extracurricular events. He was the valedictorian of the seniors, and was the college's star basketball player.

Damn him and his stupid smile, and his contagious laugh, and his deep brown eyes, and his pretty eyelashes⎯

Nevermind that.

What you were focused on was Vernon's eyes on you.

You could feel the piercing gaze of his dark brown eyes on yours as your friends and his friends commuted across the room. He hadn't stopped looking at you ever since you all finished dinner, and no matter who drew his attention away, he'd always glance at you for a few seconds before going back to what he was doing.

At first, it annoyed you, but now⎯now you found yourself wanting to meet his gaze.

What did he even want from you? Why was he looking at you so intently? You hated Vernon Chwe⎯you wanted nothing to do with him, and here he was, staring at you like there was something more.

"Vernon, you keep staring at her like you want her or something." One of your female friends joked, laughter spreading across the whole table as Vernon's friends giggled like schoolgirls. You tried to keep the reaction off your face, but your eyes widened on their own.

Vernon, on the other hand, was unbothered, leaning back in his chair as his eyes never left yours as he said "Maybe I do."

The whole table went into Ooohs after Vernon said those words, and you froze in place, feeling your whole world silently crash around you as you looked down at your empty glass of soju.

Of course, you were slightly tipsy⎯you were bad at holding your alcohol, but they had wine instead of soju, which got you drunk after just three shots of it.

All of this to say, you were drunk enough to not say anything overly detrimental to you and Vernon's already strained relationship, but not drunk enough to understand the weight of his words.

The dinner went on as usual, but it was obvious neither you or Vernon cared about the party anymore. As the whole crowd went to the living room to prepare to have a Mariokart tournament, you went outside, the chilly air helping you clear your cloudy mind as you sat by the lit up pool, comfortably chilling on a lounge chair as the moon rides the ripples of the pool water.

A few minutes later, the door slid again, and you looked back to see Vernon, trudging out in a black puffer jacket as his slightly tinted cheeks are illuminated by the fairy lights on the porch. He quietly sits down beside you, and looks to you again, that familliar yet annoying gaze meeting your eyes again.

"What do you want from me?" You ask⎯your voice is smaller, timider than usual, and you hate it. You've never been shy when it comes to Vernon. Unlike other female students, Vernon doesn't affect you.

At least, Vernon used to not affect you.

Vernon didn't reply for a while, quiet as the sounds of the wind running over the water and the fading laughter of your shared friend group inside blended together as one. After a while, he spoke.

"I don't know." Vernon's voice was always a shock to you⎯it was annoyingly monotone, but in a deeper range with a slight accent. All of your friends swore he lost his accent when he moved to Korea, but you could still hear it when he spoke English.

"Vernon, you⎯" You laugh, but it sounds more like a scoff coming out as you continue. "⎯You can't say "I don't know" to a question like that."

He falls quiet again, and you do to, sighing at the conflict of emotions in your head as you chew at your lip. The air stings your throat and nose, but you don't mind it. You'd think you would be uncomfortable with Vernon out here beside you, but it wasn't that bad at all.

"I think I want you."

You did a double take, turning to Vernon with wide eyes as you feel your cheeks start to heat up. He doesn't turn to face you for a while, finally meeting your gaze after a few minutes as he sighs.

"God, I want you." He says again, and you come closer to him, now just inches away from his warm body as you stare into his eyes. His eyelashes are long, something you've always been jealous of, and you swear you can ses flecks of green in them.

"Kiss me." You whisper, and for a second, you can't believe you even said those words. Vernon falls silent, pink, lithe lips parting as he takes your cheek in his soft fingers and brings his lips to yours.

The feeling is like sparks dancing on your skin, and you sigh heavily, shoulders deflating as Vernon's hand falls down to your waist. Vernon is soft as he kisses you, the blank faced facade he puts on crumbling as he breaks into a soft smile under you.

You're frozen in time: you've never seen Vernon like this before, quiet and soft. He's usually the life of the party, or always the popular one of the group. He's never withdrawn like he is now, simply doing what he feels and making you feel good either way.

He pulls away after a few more soft kisses, and his cheeks flare an even brighter red as yours do the same. After a few awkward moments of silence, both of you laugh, true happiness slipping in between you for the first time.

"I can't feel my face." You mumble, and Vernon breaks out into a wide smile while covering his mouth with his fist, the exact smile you've seen when he laughs at something his friends say. It makes your heart flutter as he comes down from the small high.

"That's interesting." He smiles, and you blush, wanting to say more before your friend interrupts you two.

"Interesting? Not even a "Oh no, are you okay?"" You tease, and Vernon smiles, clearing his throat.

"Oh no, are you okay?" He even feigns worry, defined eyebrows upturned and pretty eyes widened as he puts his hands on his cheeks.

You laugh out loud at his reaction until your sides hurt, and he chuckles at you, his face lighting up as he sees your smiles and giggles. After a few more laughs, you stop too, looking at Vernon as you smile.

"So, I, um⎯" You start, and Vernon just nods, scratching the back of his head awkwardly as he answers it with a "Yeah..."

You two didn't know what had just happened, but you knew it was good.

It was really, really good.

a/n: oh my god this was probably the most grueling fic i've ever posted. i spent about 1 hr on the banner to get it to fit tumblr's gif guidelines, and i rewrote this & almost changed plots about 3-5 times 😃 i will plan for the next vernon one i do because even though vernon's my ult....i'm so bad at writing him and writing for him 😭 anyways next WILL be dk garten of banban au!! okay byebye lyr nation ALSO ALSO masterlist will probably be coming soon!! we're stacking up on fics 🙏

taglist: comment if you want to be added!

[k0mibee]

Fuck you.

This is love.

Every king needs his queen.

[pogueswrld]

Hello! Can you do a smut as a femme afab with ASM Peter Parker? If you feel comfortable can you please do some bondage with his webbing? Thanks a ton!

BONDAGE WITH HIS WEBBING ARE YOU INSANE ANON ilysm omfggggg

*•.¸♡ stuck in your spider webs ♡¸.•*

pairing: peter parker x fem!reader

warnings: smut obvi 🦢, porn without plot lol, both reader and peter are switches, web bondage, edging, praise, mommy kink, multiple orgasms, oral (both fem & m receiving)

note: I wrote two pieces- peter tied up and reader tied up for whichever one you like most, hope y'all enjoy this!!

tying up peter was a simple task. you were surprised at his enthusiasm when you brought up the subject; his head nodding, a dazed look in his eye- already picturing the sight, mouth drooling and cock twitching in his pants.

he complied with every request and demand that tumbled off your lips, slowly stripping off his clothes and laying still on your shared bed, panting in anticipation for your next move. in your hands was his web shooter, inspecting it closely before pulling it onto your wrist.

you raise a single brow, "hold your hands above your head." peter did so without complaining, his eyes zeroing in on his web shooter on your wrist. you did his famous motion and a single string of web aiming at his joined hands stuck them to the headboard of your bed and the wall behind it. peter spared it a single glance, tried to free his hands, and whined when he realized he could not do so.

it didn't take long for you to expose his erection and even less time to have him moaning and begging for your touch, bucking up his hips into your hands as they wrap around him, tip red and dripping precum down his throbbing length.

you talk him through it, cooing at his whines and cries for the taste of sweet release as you casually praise him.

"That's it, such a good boy. look at you pretty baby, making a mess on our bed. you like this, don't you? working so hard to please mommy."

and he trembles. absolutely breaking apart at your words, unable to keep quiet as his entire body shakes at the force of the orgasm you pulled out of him. and it wasn't the last, as you push him to the brink and drag him back again, altering between your hands and your mouth as he whines and jerks beneath you, the webs holding him back from touching you or forcing his cock down your throat like he's done so many times before. he was completely at your mercy and he enjoyed every second of it.

getting to tie you up wasn't as easy of a task for peter, but from how enjoyable it was for him you figured you'd give it a chance. and boy were you so thankful you did.

he coaxed you into bed, kissing up and down your neck, softly nibbling at your skin while simultaneously kneading at the skin of your hips and sides. he was so smooth with it, his hands sneaking up to your arms, intertwining his fingers with your own before bringing them above your head. he pulled back momentarily, smirking at you stupidly before sending a web to your joined hands. your gasp of surprise didn't deter him as he pulled off his shirt and continued down the path he'd set for himself.

he'd start by eating you out; a pillow placed underneath your ass with both of your legs resting on his shoulders, one of his arms lazily draped across your hips, his thumb casually caressing your skin there while his other hand is buried deep in your cunt, three fingers curling and uncurling themselves, working your inner muscles up to a mind-numbing high while his tongue lapped up at your juices and pressed random figures on your puffy clit.

he knew all your sensitive spots by heart, and he made a point to pay extra attention to them, forcing loud moans and gasps out of your bruised lips. his eyes blink up at you from between your thighs, blown pupils capturing every expression on your face to memory. those same beautiful brown eyes roll to the back of his head as you grab a handful of his hair by the root and tug as an orgasm washes over you, he moans into your pussy, and the vibrations make you let out a silent scream followed by whimpers of his name.

he wishes he had your self-control and your ability to not ride him when he was tied up, but he doesn't which is how he ended up with his cock buried deep inside of you, his eyes blinking down at you. he wishes he had a camera on him to take a picture of you; tied up, hickeys and bruises mark your skin, a trail leading down to where your body swallows him whole, your tits bouncing with each thrust.

"fuck- baby~" he whines, losing his rhythm temporarily, his hands going from groping at the skin of your ass and hips to your boobs and face, he was working overtime to pleasure you first and foremost. "look at how good you're taking me- jesus, you're gonna kill me~"

[rainc0at]

noooooo noooooooooo ive been cursed with a hyperfix on brassic now nnnnnnnnooooo

[someprettyname]

He drives me CRAZY oh my god.

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

Being bi and introverted is like "mmmmm...people" but also "ughhhhhhh...people"

[sagesolsticewrites]

Ben Radcliffe (our darling John Brady) just gave us a tattoo reveal on a damn Monday and I’m so upset HES SO HOT????

[alonetogether]

so scared cause theres smoke and light in this shot from memory isnt the only monster trailer, plus you can hear like screaming in the background beforehand and he just looked like he was screaming and. ahha. well. ha. Well. hes in the trial outfit and. and and and.

[grymkoena]

Baldur's Gate 3

[OC: Skylla]

[aolechan]

🥹🥹🥹

[gravityfalls4life]

Hey Ford! What’s your opinion on the internet? Also are you aware that people ship you with McGucket?

TW: SKIBIDI TOILET (eww) Also this is a long one so...

Well, my opinion on the internet is that, it may be a good tool for research, but it can also be dumb like for example this new Y- YouTube ?? series called.. uhh... Sk- Sk-i-bid-i toilet?

Please never say that again.

And it's skibidi toilet.. just- just so we're clear.

What's it even about?

Don't know don't care! All I know is that it's about some head coming out of a toilet?

(god that will be in my nightmares)

Jesus Christ.

Do you still want to know what it's about? I can tell you what Google says.

Sure... Google.... you mean Googol?

Doesn't seem that bad..

It is. Just trust me, dude.

AHEM. Now to- uh- change the subject... "Am I aware that people ship me with McGucket?" What's a ship?

*sigh* A ship is when people online want one character to be together with another character... romantically...

Oh

Oh.....

Oh god..........

[casperth3ghost]

i need everyone to know that im suffering

[athymelyreply]

These stupid bastards… I love them.