#please get out of my head

[devilandacat]

Screw Mornings

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, matt

word count: 681

summary: just good ol’ grumpy morning sex

unfortunately for some reason all i can think about is Matt.. also the fact that he would be SO fucking grumpy in the morning which leads to the most grueling messy sloppy sex. like he’s so tired and mean and wants to just rail into you

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It’s early.. oh so early but once he realizes you're awake he lazily tugs you up against his chest, grumpily rolling out a “morning, baby". You respond in the same tried grumble as you back yourself up so you're more snug against him, when you begin to feel a familiar pressure against the lower curve of your ass.

The sleep of the morning quickly leaving as realization strikes at the feeling. You grin to yourself as you slowly roll your hips back and forth, causing a hand to snake around your side, gripping at the fat of your hips. Still half asleep, he fumbles with your shorts until he grabs hold of the top band in a bunch and rips them down.

You lift your hips up to help slide them off, as he slips his hand to the waistband of his boxers and pulls out his already rock hard cock. “So fuckin’ hot” buzzed through the skin of your neck, sending goosebumps to cover your barely clothed body, as he carelessly shoves himself into you. 

More times than not, he’d take the time getting you practically begging and sopping wet for him, but something about this morning had him much grumper than usual. He finds your hip once again and digs his fingers in, as if you were trying to get away, and picks up to a relentless speed.

In this moment, all he cares about is the feeling of your wet hot cunt wrapped around his entire length, and that’s just what he did. He took long hard thrusts, being sure to pull out slowly just so he can ram himself in harder, reaching an even deeper spot in your core that begged to be touched. The room was quick to be filled with the sounds of desirous moans and deep grunts alongside the clacking clicks of wet skin slapping wet skin.

Once he found his rhythm and was sure you would follow, he slithers his arm up your side and takes hold of your tit, gripping it and compressing you flush against his chest so he can hiss out just how well you're taking him into your ear. 

The sounds of his voice that early in the morning mixed with the tone of aggression had you pawing at anything you could reach. Each thrust had you pulsating, and he was quick to notice as he felt you begin to tighten around him. But before he allowed you to do anything, “don’t even think about it til I tell you to” spat from his lips as he picked up his pace once more.

You bit back tears at the unforgiving force he created as his cock continued to fill and empty your now pounding cunt. The crying pleas that burned through your throat in hopes to slow him were now being used against you, as each one that came begging out was just another deep thrust and “not yet”.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight in a desperate attempt to hold onto the orgasm that longed to be let go as the ruts of his hips became undeniably shameless. Tears fell as you felt yourself start to come undone, and with one final plea to show him just how close you were, an almost Godlike “cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you all around me” flowed through your ears. 

That alone sent you over the edge as you raddled out his name in a crying scream.

He held you tight as he gave you a few more hastful thrusts before filling you with streams of his cum far into your core. His pace slowed as he let you come down from your high and steady the shaking that overtook your legs. 

After everything had settled he pulled himself out, watching as the mix of both your cum seeped its way out of your throbbing cunt and onto the mattress, yet doing nothing about it due to the grouch that was still flowing through him.

He rolled himself over to check the time and grumbled out a moan as he pulled you closer yet again and placed his chin on the hook of your shoulder.

“’s too fuckin early..” 

[floralaphrodaisiac]

Patron

If you won’t be my lover

Read italicized florals with me

Or bring out the perception

of your retina

On graphite and fiber.

Let me be your patron.

Keep me at an arms distance

So I can still admire you.

[loaflovesdoodling]

AAA MISTER CRAZY VILLAIN VILLAIN

[moltage]

i hear 👂 you 🫵 Russki 🇷🇺 although the circus 🎪 owner 🤡 may allow ✅ stowaways 😶‍🌫️ , if the stowaways 🤫 just happens to be 🤯 the owners. 😁 Riddle me that. 😎

[kirimoochi]

fr if i keep seeing more alhaitham stuff im gonna start writing for him at this point

[floralovebot]

yknow when you're thinking about your special little blorbo but in a vague way. nothing specific just them. microwaving them in your head. stirring them in the soup pot. i need professional help.

[heatherfeather42]

9/26/22

I hope you are doing well. I hope you are being loved and cared for the way you deserve. I hope you wake up every day with a purpose and drive to succeed and inspire everyone around you.

I hope you haven’t forgotten me.

But in a way, I hope you have.

I have met a man who loves me, and he wants to marry me. He is kind and thoughtful and treats me better than anyone I have ever been with.

You would love him.

I see a lot of you in him, and that is probably why I have let myself fall in love with him, too.

I was thinking the other day about one of the last things you ever said to me. You said you wanted to leave, and you would if I would leave, too. I said I was fond of the person I was with. You said that you guessed you would suffer in fondness.

The venom you spat back has stuck with me ever since.

I’m sorry I can’t tell the future, and I’m sorry for our past. I’m sorry for all the things I caused to happen because I make stupid decisions.

I guess I just hope you are okay and I didn’t ruin your life again for my own selfish reasons.

I know that a part of me will love you until my dying breath. I know I will search for you in every face I meet. Maybe I will find more of you in the man I love.

Anyway, I am writing to say I love you, and I want to let you go. I want to love this person in my life the way he loves me - fully, unapologetically, and overwhelmingly.

He deserves that.

You deserve that.

I deserve that.

I release you from the bonds we had.

I release you from the love we had.

I release you from the feelings and dreams and nightmares that will never come true.

Please release me too.

Yours,

Me.

[monotonedrainbows]

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[midnight-talescape]

I dont believe in bottom miguel, thats not my religion.

But also why cant i stop going back to that story, i dont wanna read it please stop living in my brain rent free.

I dont wanna, i dont wanna, *rock back and forth crying

Also i suddenly do understood the appeal of bottom miguel, like im ready to pay big money to hear him whimper

Guys please help ;-;

[philsmeatylegss]

If I were Dan and Phil I would never hard launch because it’s so embarrassing that we were right. Like what do you mean you were so in love a bunch of thirteen year old’s clocked it? I would never give that satisfaction.

[inafieldofstarflowers]

jeremy every time he unlocks a new piece of jean’s lore in tsc:

[haunted-pool-noodle]

euclydia was destroyed, what, a few trillion years ago? we can joke about it by now, right?

(audio is of course from john mulaney's "The One Thing You Can't Replace")

[Video description:

Bill Cipher is shown, heavily zoomed in so that only the top half of his eye is visible.

The speaker in the audio says, "And I had that thought, that only blackout drunks, and Steve Urkel, can have." The audience laughs.

It zooms out to show that Bill is floating in front of the remains of Euclydia, the rest of his body covered in blood.

"Did-" The speaker is cut off as the audience continues to laugh and clap.

Bill looks at his blood-covered hands, then turns to look behind him. He glances back at himself, and jumps back as he notices the blood all over him.

"Did I do that?"

It zooms in on Bill's haunted expression, sharply contrasted by the humorous tone of the words. End description]

[synnicall]

Hey is this anything

[willowser]

HMMMMM bakugou being just. the absolute picture of sin.

he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.

and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.

so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—

half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.

and he's just so. man. in every single way.

(his hair is flat on one side, too, and his eyes are still a little puffy from sleep—but you think that adds to it, all in all)

[hiding-under-the-willow]

Juppet of a man