#or i might just be shitting out of my pants

[ellabscrush]

— don’t even think about it, brat.

pairings; gf!abby anderson x reader

cw; spanking, brat tamer abby, degrading kink, thigh riding, fingering & squirting.

your girlfriend wasn’t sure why you were acting weird the whole day. she had just came home from a long day at work with endless amounts of paperwork to look over. and on top of that, her coworkers being an absolute head case. yet, she didn’t expect to deal with a bigger headache at home.

“knock it off, seriously angel..” abby sighs, rubbing her temples.

all your giggling, sarcasting comments, and poking at her for fun is driving her nuts. she usually would let you go off in her ear about anything, but today it was clear abby needed me to shut up.

“i haven’t seen you all day,” you roll your eyes trying to get a reaction from her, “too busy for me? might not even need me anymore right?

abby threw her hands in the air, “never busy for you babe, you know that.”

“always lying,” you scoffed.

the blonde knew what you were doing and didn’t have time for this.

all that eye rolling and smart mouthing of yours turned into wet sobs as abby bent you over on the cold kitchen counter, nipples hard as it hits the marble.

“not giggling anymore i see?” she grunted, “don’t understand why.. you go out of your way just for a fuck.”

it was almost comical how much abby had an effect on you. her words making you an obedient mess as you were struggling to get out from the slaps of her rough hands on your ass.

“fuck!” you whined, she smiled at your responses. very different from how you were acting earlier.

“don’t even try and enjoy this, you’re pissing me the fuck off.”

her words made your pussy drool and practically ready to ride out that cum on her thighs. unfortunately she wouldn’t let you do that. maybe.

“please.. m’ sorry abby- fuck!”

abby lets out a dry laugh, “keep saying sorry..”

“i’m sorry.. sorry.. mama please..” you pleaded repeatedly, trying to get some gentleness out of her. she pulls you by the forearm to flip you over facing her, pushing her knee against your wet folds causing you to let out a loud moan.

“oh baby.. that feel good? keep rocking your hips for me.. just like that..”

god damn.

her eyes never leaving your damn hips as it rocks back and forth on her leg muscles. her one free hand trailing up on your neck gripping it firmly but making sure she wasn’t hurting you.

you could barely even think, barely even speak.

“oh- fuck i- feels good..”

“yeah?” she grips your hair, “you wanna get off from my thighs?” you nodded slowly with glossy eyes.

“don’t even think about it, angel.”

you whimpered, “but- i’m close.”

“you think i give a fuck?” abby hisses leaning towards you, “from the way you were acting today, you don’t deserve to be pleased.”

shit. you know you messed up.

“no.. please abby..” i opened my teary eyes, so desperate to orgasm it was almost humiliating and all she did was laugh at you.

“don’t be a dumb brat, you think you were cute pushing my buttons like that? you think you could just make a mess on me that easily?” she sneered,

and all you could say was, “please.”

the blonde raises her eyebrows, “will you be good?” you nodded in response trying to hold in your orgasm.

“i won’t be a br-brat.. m’ sorry abs..”

she hummed, “beg. maybe i’ll consider.”

you scoffed in frustration and muttered, “that’s so embarrassing..”

abby peeked up at you with bored eyes and held you hips in place, not letting you move a single muscle. your response was pathetic whines and pleading eyes to cum, barely even clench your thighs because hers was in the way.

your whimpering was just too cute for her. she trails her fingers on your jaw, “the only way you can get what you want is if you fucking beg,” she says softly.

you sighed and gave in.

“y-you make me feel good abs-“ you panted, “please, please i won’t be a brat.. i’ll stop- wanna cum please..”

and just like that she lifts you off from her lap and plops you on the couch. her ring and middle fingers going in and out of you making you squirt all over her sweatpants. her dark chuckling and fingers pacing faster made you go crazy.

“shit- FUCK abby!”

“oh fuck…” abby face hanging low as she watched you release yourself on her, “needed all that attitude out of you huh baby?”

“make a fuckin’ mess.. i love it.. i love fucking the shit out of you, brat.”

the only sound filling up the room was your wet cunt and mumbles coming out of your mouth. abby was in heaven, never seeing you let out this much.

“my- god” you moaned repeatedly while scratching her back muscles.

“i know, angel.. just missed me is that it? not the same when you fuck yourself huh?” she chuckles.

abby’s eyes watches all that cum dripping down the couch. looks like someone is cleaning that up later.

[sageyxbabey]

Every Move You Make

MDNI John Price x Fem!Reader | your husband likes to watch you

Inspired by @the-californicationist who so graciously tagged me with the idea "Price comes home and watches you finger yourself." Teehee c:

WC: ~900 (this is entirely not proofread it might be a bit shit i'm so sorry)

CW: none, really. just mutual masturbation and piv

At last, you allow yourself to melt onto your sheets. Freshly showered and free from work for the day. You should have two hours until your husband makes it home. More than enough time to help yourself release a bit of… pent-up tension. You wriggle your pants off, graceless in your exhaustion, and begin circling your fingers gently over your clit. No need to rush.

You’re finally in the throes of your pleasure, that slow build of warmth and electricity in your core just beginning to culminate into something absolutely delicious, when–

You jolt at the shift in weight at the end of the bed. Eyes flying open, you lock gazes with your husband, one knee resting on the mattress but otherwise preternaturally still, like a wolf waiting for his prey to bolt. He’s early.

��John,” you pant.

“Sorry, love. Didn’t mean to startle you.” His rumbling voice is almost as dangerous as the smile slowly spreading across his face. “Don’t stop on my account.” He moves slowly, sinking his other knee into the bed and shifting forward until your thighs lay over his. 

You don’t move, enthralled by the look on your husband’s face. He’s so very hungry.

 Normally, John would have slapped your hands aside by now and taken over for you. Wasn’t that one of the benefits of having a partner? Orgasms that you didn’t have to give yourself? 

He raises an eyebrow, looking between your face and your glistening cunt, “Well? I want to see the show I almost missed out on,” he grumbles.

Ah, it was going to be like that today.

Your fingers dip into the slick arousal pooling at your entrance before returning to dance over your clit. Your eyes never leave John’s face, but his stare is fixed upon the movements of your hand, licking his chops. He hums, big hands stroking over the sensitive skin of your thighs, soothing you like a wild animal. He’s burning you alive, you just know it. Every nerve ending lights up at his touch like iron filings following the pull of a magnet. There’s no stopping the moan that crawls out of your throat, and your pussy clenches pitifully around nothing. 

Empty, empty, empty.

You need your husband. You need your John inside you. 

When you’re finally considering begging, you watch him bend his head forward. “Stop,” he says. 

‘Thank fuck,’ you think. At last, your husband is going to take care of it, and you can relax–

You hear him spit. You feel wetness land on your clit and meander down to your opening.

“Alright,” he whispers with a short nod, “Continue.”

You blink at him owlishly, frustration building with each pulse of arousal through your swollen clit. It’s only now that you realise John has shucked his work trousers down to the mid-thigh without your notice, one large hand fisted tightly around his cock. You tease yourself again, this time with the wet gift he has provided you, and his hand starts to move.

You stop. He stops. You speed up, he speeds up.

He smirks, a low chuckle escaping him. He looks like a dragon billowing smoke. “Thank you for finally catching on, love, I was worried you’d leave me to play all by myself.” That smile from earlier turns into a full-on grin, just a little too toothy to be innocent. 

Dangerous, your husband.

That’s okay. You’ve always liked it when he puts those teeth around your neck.

“Don’t worry, darling,” you sigh. His eyes snap to your face for a moment at your words, before they focus back on his prize. “I’ll always play with you,” you croon. Your free hand trails a path from your knee to your centre, one fingertip circling lazily around your entrance. Your husband’s eyes narrow viciously. 

“Don’t,” he growls. His hand stills on the base of his cock, watching. Waiting. Hunting.

You laugh and thrust two fingers inside yourself.

You barely get to crook them before John snaps, massive paw wrenching your hands from your flesh, notching himself against your cunt before sliding home in one smooth stroke. You’re not laughing now. You’re shrieking. 

“You little fucking minx, you just couldn’t help yourself. Are you happy?” He asks, the weight of his hips pinning you open beneath him like a butterfly under glass. You’re grinning like the cat that got the cream, cheeks burning with mirth. Your husband chuckles darkly at the sight.

“Of course you’re fucking happy.” John pulls out until he’s barely inside of you, “Can never let me sit back and watch, can you? Always so desperate to have your husband inside of you.” He drives his point home with a brutal thrust, and you wail at the feeling of his tip popping past the tight ring of muscles just behind your entrance. 

“Yes,” you cry. “Always want you inside, need you inside…” Your words trail off into moans, clawing at John’s shoulders until his entire body is draped on top of you, crushing you into the mattress. It takes barely a minute before you’re bearing down on his cock with a blinding orgasm.

You let your wolf devour you that night.

tag list:

@universitypenguin @teenagellamaangel @frogtowne

[zaine-m]

first responders arcane AU.

they get a call about a man about to jump off a bridge.

The paramedics arrived first Viktor immediately gets on the ledge with him and tries to talk to him about his mental state. Jayce is shitting his pants with fear, what if Viktor falls, what if this guy pushes Viktor off. The rest of the first responders don't know what to do and are just preparing possible rescue if he jumps but he gets mad when anyone else tries to come close.

After a bit of talking the man still decides he wants to die and Viktor offers his hand saying "you wouldn't want to die alone, would you?". Jayce is running in circles trying to find something to do to stop this.

The man looks at Viktor and asks "why would you do that?", "nobody should be forced to go through these troubles alone". He finally turns around and begins to climb back onto the bridge.

Jayce runs to Viktor full sprint and lifts him over the railing, "oh my god, never do that again. There are procedures. You could have died", "eh, this method has never failed me before" "...what do you mean before?"

Jayce finds Viktor later that night smoking, "you shouldn't be doing that, you know with your lungs and all"

"eh cancer would take at least 5 years to develop then another year for it to kill me and by that time... I'd already be gone"

Jayce pauses and looks deep into Viktor's eyes, staring off into the night.

Viktor continues "I... yeah... don't tell Heimderdinger. He only let me take this job because I told him my health was improving"

"god, I'm so sorry. I had no idea"

Viktor puts out the cigarette on the pavement "no point ruining your lungs too... I wasn't worried today because I knew it didn't matter. I die on some bridge or I die in a hospital, either way i died without making any impact on this world, nothing for people to remember me by"

"Viktor, what you do every day matters. All those people will remember you"

"I spend half of my time assessing colds and checking in on old people"

"And the other half you spend being there for people on their worst days. They might not remember your name but they'll remember seeing your face and knowing that someone was fighting for them to live. And I'll... I'll make sure your name is remembered" Jayce places a hand on Viktor's cheek, "I'll never forget your name Viktor"

"Thank you, Jayce" Viktor closes his eyes softly as he sees Jayce begin to lean into his face. The kiss they share is soft and gentle in a way that makes Viktor forget the dread of his diagnosis and want to stay in that moment forever

[arilevenatz]

Chasing Shadows - TEASER

Pairing: popular guy!yeosang x chubby!fem!reader

Genre: Angst (?), fluff

Word count: 582

Posted! Click here to read chasing Shadows!

Warnings: kinda frat boy yeosang, him and his friends are handsome (yes that's a warning), reader has anxiety, she is also insecure, anxiety attacks, yeo is cheeky, like really cheeky, you might wanna flick him a bit, bestfriend! San and wooyoung, suicide mentioned. Lmk if I missed any!!

AN: y'all bear with me this is my first time posting on Tumblr, I'm still figuring out stuff. I had a dream about this and I decided that I'm gonna write a yeo fic. And also if you wanna get tagged, you can give your @ in the comments I'll tag y'all. And also please reblog and like, so I can get more motivated!!

"stop mocking me. I know people like you. you guys go up to girls like me and say you like them only to say 'April fools' or say 'its a dare' later. I hate guys like you"

His grin fades, his expression turning serious, but his eyes still hold a glint of mischief. "You really think that's what I'm doing?" He tilts his head to the side, studying your face intently. He maintains eye contact, his expression unreadable. He sees the suspicion in your eyes, and it only seems to fuel his mischievous glint. He leans forward, his voice lowering. "Let me ask you something..." He studies your face intently, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "First off... do I look like I have a problem finding girls to talk to?" He gestures to himself, a hint of pride in his tone. "And second..." His voice drops lower as he deliberately maintains eye contact. "Second what?" You shout.

He leans in closer, and says "Second, would I really waste my time pretending to like someone just to play an April Fool's prank?" His words send a shiver down your spine as he pulls back, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or maybe..." He looks at you with a half-smirk, half-serious expression "You're actually quite... interesting. Not many people stand up to me like you do." His eyes crinkle again as he studies your reaction "And hey..." He reaches over and lightly taps your finger. You retreat your hand from his touch. His expression shifts to a playful pout, though his eyes still hold a glint of amusement "Wow, so I'm not even worthy of a tiny hand tap?" He leans back in his chair, studying your defensive posture with interest "You're not scared of me, are you?" He chuckles low in his throat, his gaze never leaving yours. "listen, can I not just like you? I like you. I want to be with you"

"No! people don't simply like girls like me" you felt like crying, but you can't. His expression turns mockingly serious, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, so you're saying you're not likeable? You think I can't like you because you're... what?" He crosses his arms, leaning forward again, his curiosity piqued.

"You know what I am"

"No I don't"

"Fuck. Fine! Im fat and ugly"

His face freezes and for a moment, he looks genuinely shocked. But then, he lets out a harsh laugh. "Fat and ugly? He shakes his head, his gaze raking over your form appraisingly. "You really think that's what I see when I look at you?"

"You don't need to look at me like that, I am like that so fuck off I don't need you laughing at my face."

You stand up harshly, take your bag and walk outside the library. He follows you and grabs your upper arm, not harshly but firmly enough to hold your attention. "Listen carefully..." His voice softens, losing its usual mocking tone. "I'm not some creep who goes around lying to get in girls' pants." You open your mouth to say something but he quickly shits you off. "You know what I see when I look at you? I see someone who's honest, even if it hurts. I see someone who's strong, even when they feel weak. And I see someone who's fucking beautiful, inside and out."

[livelaughlouistomlinson]

Flights & Chain-smoking.

Genre: Fluff.

You had spent the entire morning doing laundry and packing both yours and Louis’ suitcases. You intended on spending the holidays in Doncaster until well after the new year which meant there was a lot to get done.

You knew he was stressed by the way he tossed and turned in bed all night, he had a deadline for his next album that he wasn’t going to meet, and contrary to what one might think, the holidays were equally as stressful on top of that.

Louis walked into your shared bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief as he noticed several of his outfits spread across the bed.

“My love, you didn’t have to do that.” His thick accent held onto the last word as he looked at you lovingly. His shoulders fell in relief as he wrapped you in a tight hug. The scent of his early morning chain-smoking hitting you immediately.

“Anything I can do to help you, I will” you hummed with a smile as he rocked you both back and forth slightly. His hands wander to your backside instinctively.

‘I’m just so in over my head with all this shit” he sighed, sitting down on the bed in the only free spot there was, still facing you.

“You have to learn to not be so hard on yourself. There is no album without you, they can only push you so far.” You stood in between his spread legs, running your manicured fingers through his soft hair, adjusting the stray strands you knew would otherwise bother him.

His bright blue eyes softened as he looked up at you, he knew you were right but it didn’t change the nagging feeling in his stomach of failing. “ I just feel like I need more time. I’m not happy with an album only having ten songs, that doesn’t feel fair to the fans.”

“Will they let you release a single in the meantime?” You didn’t always understand how these things worked but you were trying to be helpful and supportive and he knew that.

“I have no fucking clue, love.” He patted his pants down for his cigarettes, a tell-tale sign of his rising anxiety. “I’ll have to make another call and go from there.”

You motioned toward your patio door and he nodded in response, you followed him outside as he leaned against the house, lighting his cigarette. You eyed him up and down, the bags under his eyes telling you what you already knew a wave of worry coming over you.

“I think we should fly out Friday instead of tomorrow. Just so you have more time to rest before we are thrown right into everything.”

You were pleasantly surprised when he agreed with you, nodding in response.

“How do you do that?” A small smile immediately spread across his face as he put his cigarette out and walked over to you.

“Do what?” You giggled, looking up at him innocently.

“Know just what I need” he smiled feeling a wave of relief come over him as he held you close to his chest.

“It’s kind of my duty as your girlfriend, no?” You teasingly replied as he smirked, taking your face into the palm of his hands, kissing you softly, deepening each kiss.

“Have I told you lately just how much I fucking love you?” He mumbled between kisses.

“Truthfully? Yes, but I never get tired of hearing it” you giggled in response.

[your-local-dead-poet]

been hyperfixating on my dps fanfic lately, here are my favourite quotes so far (out of context):

“If you don’t take it seriously, Nolan might just actually shoot you in the courtyard.” -Knox

“I like the floor.” -Charlie

“I nearly shit my pants when Mr. Wagner started yelling at us in gym.” -Todd

“See you around, sandwich man.” -Me

“So no 98-pound weakling?” -Neil

“Perhaps the thigh thing runs in the family?” -Charlie

“Guessing he doesn’t win any father-of-the-year awards? -Me

“Okay, I do believe it’s well within my capabilities to sneak into the kitchens.” -Charlie

(This is based on my dps DR, so it’s low-key a self-insert)

[starcurtain]

My favorite brand of Ratiorine is definitely:

"They both experienced immediate attraction upon seeing the other and are (silently) interested in the possibility of pursuing a relationship, regardless of their differences and the difficulties of their situations."

But also:

"Despite being two of the most hyper-competent people in the universe, they are absolutely idiot4idiot when it comes to romance or discussing their feelings, and they are about to make their complete inability to express themselves and court like normal people into everybody's problem."

[octoooo]

Sabito & Giyuu but Wizard & Dragon. Do u see my vision?

Sabito found newly hatched noodol dragon giyuu as a kid & begged sakonji to keep him. Sakonji was uncertain because there’s no telling (1) what kind of dragon Giyuu will be or (2) how Big he’ll grow up to be (could they keep him in the bathtub ?? The backyard ??) Ultimately, he gives in and lets Giyuu stay (he also gets every book about raising/living with dragons he can find)

While he’s still small, Giyuu likes to drape himself over Sabito’s neck or arm. Occasionally had hidden in his pocket.

(He gets mistaken as a worm many times until he starts to grow)

Y’know how Clifford (Big Red Dog) is too big to fit in the house so he’s just In the yard? That’s Giyuu as an adult. Sabito wakes up & opens his window so Giyuu can greet him every morning <3

(Sabito’s window is about the size of Giyuu’s eye. For size reference)

17 yr old Sabito gets suspended from Wizard School for fighting Sanemi (who also gets suspended)

They had been butting heads for a while and they finally decide to settle it in a fight. In a bathroom. At school. It was mostly a physical fight, a bruise here, a bite mark there but then Sanemi casts a weak lighting spell* that grazed Sabito’s cheek as he tried to dodge. The bolt however hits the ceiling of the room & causes a power outage. A few more punches are thrown before a *fwoosh* is heard & the ceiling corner lights up orange.

*(they hadn’t explicitly stated ‘no magic allowed’ during the fight, and they were already fighting dirty (if the bite mark on Sanemi’s arm is anything to go by) but indoors? you’re gonna fire a lightning bolt at another person who is Not prepared for it indoors? Crazy)

That becomes a permanent mark on their record (Yea causing a power outage & fire in the bathroom isn’t the best look on someone’s record)

They both end up with a restraining order, expelled from the school and get fined for damage to school property.

Shizu & Urokodaki talked while Sabito & Sanemi were healing, they agreed to split the cost of the damages (Sanemi caused it yea but Sabito is also responsible by association (maybe if they weren’t fighting this fire wouldn’t have started))

Urokodaki takes Sabito’s training into his own hands after That,,

[gxlden-angels]

On today's episode of Holy Shit My Childhood Was Not Normal:

Kurtis Conner being thrown off by the girls'/boys' bibles with the random "Dream Girl" and "Grossology" passages and shit like that in them

[unproduciblesmackdown]

(genderly) chill as hell if i was only ever glimpsed / detected like this

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[tielforest]

i may have been rewatching supernatural, something i havent done since 2012 i think (i stopped watching after s5) and i just forgot how fun it was and how batshit crazy the brothers are for each other bless

[mildmayfoxe]

ok. went to the fabric store today and successfully hemmed my depop velvet pants and successfully sewed the tiger to the jacket and successfully bought fabric glue because i need to admit that i have to take some shortcuts in order to make my life easier. i simply cannot hand sew the rest of my appliqués. everyone was very suitably impressed with my Vision™ and had many compliments 👼🏼 i had to hem the pants twice because the first time i didn’t cut off enough fabric so now i’m basically an expert 💅🏼 i also got to use a coverstitch machine for the first time and by god those things are amazing. also i got a burrito from my favorite taqueria bc i was in my old neighborhood and now i’m going to EAT IT!!

[todayisafridaynight]

One of my fave jackets is this green jacket with a fur hood im wearin rn because 1.) its green 2.) my dad gave it to me 3.) it reminds me of saejima. Who also reminds me of my dad

[gorbo-longstocking]

pants are for savages didnt you know?

[videostak]

am sure ill feel better once i just push through and really start getting up early and making breakfast every morning and dressing every day and shaving earlier than i do currently but rn i just like have 0 control over my life its so awful like literally they just decide whenever theyre all going somewhere and leave me w/ all the pets w/o even letting me kno in advance its so shitty and they completely take it for granted ughhh like i just get treated liek sshit everywhere i go and its really well starting to get on my nerves lol. like even the people who are quote unquote nice to me still essentially treat me like a tamagotchi or smthn checking up on me every like 4 months or something just to make sure im still alive and not even actually like beign there as a friend. so fuck thaaaaaat.