#please god let this blow up im so tired

[logansbaby]

sub!old man logan oh my god.

brain is filled with so many thoughts right now. i cant even. im done.

LIKE!!!!! the man is old and tired and just needs to be taken care of completely <33 need to milk that man dry

nsfw & 18+ content below!

Just imagine having Logan completely at your mercy, moaning and groaning about how badly he needs you, needs you to do something and touch him.

He’s in pain so often now days, the ache in his bones so incredibly familiar, but when you touch him and take him to that place, he’s painless. It leaves his mind blank of everything, all his burdens and thoughts suddenly gone. And in its place, it’s just youyouyou and the mind blowing pleasure threatening to overtake him whenever you’re near.

You’ll be on your knees, refusing to actually take him in your mouth in favor of leaving pretty bruises across his hair-littered thighs. His slowed regeneration is a pain in the ass most days, but in times like this, when you leave your mark on him, he’s grateful. He’ll proudly wear the smatterings of purple because it means he’s still here, still with you.

His hips would keep jutting upwards, trying and failing to get his cock past the plush of your lips. You’d keep messing with him, enjoying the noises that fall from him when you lick at his thighs and bite on them meanly.

“Please—“ He’d huff out, metal shining between his knuckles when you suck the skin of his lower stomach. Your tongue would trace the veins there, following the path downwards.

“Patience, baby.” You hum, peppering wet, open mouthed kisses across the salt and pepper smattering of hair there.

Something about the reversal of roles, something about you calling him baby, always has vermillion flushing across his cheeks, chest, and stomach.

Nimble fingers slip from the grip on his hip and down to grip his cock loosely. You lazily stroke him, thumbing his head that leaks and bubbles with white. And oh, the teasing pace along with your tongue on his skin nearly sends him reeling, warmth pooling across his abdomen in warning.

Only when tears brim his eyes and his cock pulses and throbs, his body thrumming with an insatiable ache, would you finally slip his length past your lips.

The sigh of complete and utter relief he’d release would have your pussy clenching pathetically, slick seeping down your thighs. Something about seeing a man so incredibly gruff and grumpy all the time broken down to a moaning mess, desperate to orgasm, drove you crazy.

He’d be so whiny, trying to immediately push himself deeper down your throat, the heat and velvet of your mouth almost too much, but the bite of your nails digging into his thighs would have his movements stuttering.

You’d pull off, saliva connecting your swollen mouth to his slick tip and the picture of it all is filthy, dirty.

“Stay still or I’ll stop.” Even when you say it, you cant help licking up his shaft and kissing the veins there.

“Fuck, sorry. Just feels so good, so wet.” Logan moans, sweat shimmering across his skin under the moonlight from the window. “Need your mouth, please, honey.”

“I know, I know. Let me take care of you.” You whisper before wrapping your mouth around him once more, the heady taste of him dancing across your tastebuds.

And you do take care of him.

You tease him endlessly, working him up to the edge of an orgasm before ripping your touch away. Logan would be ruined, your name groaned from his lips as rough hands grip the sheets.

He would try so desperately to hold on because you feel so fucking good and he never wants this to end, never wants to leave the hold you have on him like this. Except, when you dip the tip of your tongue in his slit and swirl, he comes abruptly, filling your mouth with his warm release.

And you don’t even fret, instead cooing as you stroke him sensitive, suckling on his tip as his hips jolt from the overstimulation.

The night would continue like that— with you milking orgasms from Logan until the only thing he can remember is you.

[klipkillakai]

that ony clip gave me so many butterflies omg 😩 it lowk reminded me of a punishment like what if homegirl went out for the first time in a while and missed the curfew only gave her but he see on sasha and historia ig she’s drunk shaking her ass on the car or smthn 😭😭

ouuu girl it gave me butterflies too, but you ate so lemme walk with you rq 🤭

ony was sitting on the couch rolling his second blunt while an episode of breaking bad plays in the background, he doesn’t usually get to watch this show because you usually like to watch love island or your ghetto ass reality shows that he pretends not to be invested in—

he glances at the time on his phone noting that you should be home soon and he leans back and lights his blunt, taking a hit and throwing his lighter back on the coffee table

he ticks a hand in his sweats and mindlessly smokes and watches his show, another hour passes and he checks his phone again sending you a quick text

baby moms 💙

-wya?

he quickly leaves the text and clicks on insta checking your story but seeing it hasn’t been updated for 2hrs, he quickly scrolls and finds sasha’s and clicks through them and stopping on a video of you, drunkenly singing a song and twerking on another one of your ghetto ass homegirls, ony smacks his teeth quickly standing up

“this fucking girl man” he walks towards the door, and grabs his keys, slipping on his slides and getting in his car and speeding off while trynna call you..

“bend that ass over let that coochie breathe” you slur while slowly whining on your friend as she takes a video of you guys, your having a fucking good ass time, you haven’t been out in ages and you miss it, you begged ony to let you go.. and after days acting sweet and a few blow jobs, he let you, but with rules of course.. he gave you a curfew which you gladly accepted but quickly broke as soon as you got a few shots in you—

you were feeling bold, who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he wasn’t your daddy! well… not all the time anyway—

your standing in your section in your own world, sipping on your drink until, you feel someone behind you, and a chill runs up your spine cause you know exactly who it is, you turn around and look up at him

“didnt i tell you to come come after 12?”

your heart sinks a bit “yea but i was having fu-

“i don’t give a fuck, i told yo lil’ ass that ion fucking trust this club and you still didn’t listen”

you smack your teeth a bit “papa your being so extra right now, nobody is even-

you feel ony’s large hand wrap around your neck and he leans in a whispers in your ear

“im gon tear yo ass up when we get home” you feel tingles bloom in your lower belly and feel your face get hot—

“tell your lil friends your leaving” you softly nod and turn around grabbing your bags and saying soft byes and sorry’s, while your friends give you knowing looks and soft smiles—

ony grabs your hand and drags you out the club as fast as your heels will let you, quickly opening the door for you, and letting you get in before speeding off once again—

“im just trynna get my paper straight” you hear brent sing as ony pounds ya shit, you let out loud moans and choked sobs, “p-please” you whimper out as you reach behind trynna to press against his stomach, running away from the dick—

“nah move ya hand” he roughly says, quickly grabbing your hand and pressing it against your back, pulling your hair, and starting to drill into you—

“oh my god” you whine, pathetically whimpering letting him just man handle you, letting out his frustrations on you…

“take that shit” he grunts, pounding into you “mhm” he whispers, tightening his grip around your hair

“i c-cant” “p-pa-

he hears you he really does, but he can’t get over this shit, not this time, you need to learn, yo lil ass get real disrespectful and he’s tired of it..

“nah tell them all that shit you was saying in the camera, let them hear all this” he lifts you up and pulls you towards the camera, while still pounding into you

“i-im sorry” you sob “im s-so so sorry papa” “pl-please haaa~ ” you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, your so overstimulated and he’s so deep inside you.. too deep even, you just need a break

“b-break” you choke out.. “need a break”

“hm baby?” “you need a break” he says mockingly while biting his lips after feeling you tighten around him, “lil ass can’t even handle some dick, you think you finna go out again?” “you crazy mama”

“please!” you moan again, pathetically trying to reach down to rub your clit, to soothe some of the stretch your feeling— god it hurts so good, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull—

“you wanna break?” “here” ony quickly pulls out, breathing heavy, grabbing his phone concluding the punishment he was giving you, you lay on the bed heaving, pussy leaking more slick, your shaking and tired..

ony slaps your ass, and leaves hot kisses down your back “i bet you’ll never do some shit like that again” “right mama?” you just tiredly nod.. he slaps your ass again “let me hear you say it” “p-promise papa” “i won’t do it again” ony nods and slowly slips inside you again, this time giving you slow strokes, and rubbing small circles on your clit.. “mmm~

the rest of the night he takes care of you, ending in mind blowing orgasms, he can never stay mad at you for too long, your still his baby girl..

|a/n|

wait yall!! i’m fucking with this oneeee ouuuu, yall i love me some ony! 🤭

[blackhairedjjun]

staying afloat - k.th

pairing: kang taehyun x gn reader | genre / tropes: angst, argument -> makeup, implied friends to lovers, office worker!taehyun, the subtlest of love confessions | word count: 899 | warnings: burnout and exhaustion from overwork

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - HEAT: while engaged in a passionate argument with one another, sender, in the heat of the moment, blurts out “i love you!” to the receiver. think of like, that glorious trope where people have a huge argument and then suddenly sb drops the mic with “because i’m in love with you!” and silences the other person. u know the trope! (requested by anon)

author's notes: HI ANON im sorry this took sooooo long. as i said, this was hard for me to write bc i already did the heat prompt twice before and i didn't want to be too repetitive with the arguments... the argument here is a bit calmer and more one-sided on yn's part but i hope it still works!

“you are running yourself into the ground, taehyun!” you grab his shoulders and give him a little shake. taehyun watches you closely, and you can see the darkening circles under his eyes. 

he’s still standing before the threshold of your home, right in front of the door. with just one step he could walk in if you weren’t blocking his way. outside, the night air is so cold that you shivered instantly upon opening the door for him. the sky is dark, with neither moon nor stars, and the only light comes from the fluorescent bulb at the doorway.

“y/n, you’re up working too,” he says. his voice is steady but firm. “you can’t tell me what not to do when you’re also working like this.”

“i’m doing overtime for just one night, for god’s sake. but you 一 you’ve been so busy and tired for what, two weeks? you forget to answer my texts. forget!” you throw your hands up. “and you’ve never forgotten before, not in all the years that i’ve known you.”

taehyun stuffs his hands into his pockets and his gaze flickers away from yours for a second before it returns. though he tries to stand his ground, you notice the soft look in his eyes, laying bare the tiredness and worries weighing down on him.

“well, i’m here now. why won’t you let me make it up to you?”

“because it’s one in the morning and you’ve been staying up late for overtime and extra projects for what, two weeks now? you go home late and you wake up early, your boss dumps all this work on you, and you barely get any time off!” you take a step closer, now fully exiting the warmth of your home, to stand so close to him. “please, taehyun. it’s not that i don’t want to see you, but you’re so, so tired. i can see it in your face.”

you reach out to touch his face, but his expression goes taut and your hand hovers just inches away. he turns away from you before you can scan his eyes for the tired look you saw; a cold breeze blows by, causing both of you to shiver and pushing the bangs away from taehyun’s forehead.

he looks... sadder than what you remember. you remember how easily his face would light up before he took on his new position at his job; he would smile at the smallest of your remarks, his big eyes sparkling like jewels. you thought of the steady stream of texts from him day after day, reminding you to eat or commenting on a silly photo you took, and how that stream soon turned into a trickle. the memories make your body feel heavy.

taehyun says nothing for a few moments and just lets out a sigh. when he looks back at you there’s a pained look that wasn’t there before, and you feel an ache in your chest at the sight.

 “y/n, i... i don’t want you to worry about me like this. i can’t... i can take care of myself. please, please just trust me. i hate watching you worry like this.”

“oh, you hate watching me worry?” your tone rises before you even realize it. “and i hate watching you turn into this! you’re exhausted, taehyun. you’re not yourself anymore. i can’t even remember the last time i saw you smile! do you know how much it hurts to see the person you love lose himself like this?”

you tremble in your spot and your words start to trip over themselves. your emotions pile onto each other, keeping you from speaking straight: some anger, yes, but mostly disappointment, worry, loneliness, fear. “i ha一 i hate seeing you like this, taehyunie. i can’t一 i can’t watch一 i love you too much to see this一”

taehyun cuts you off to pull you into a hug. he holds onto you so tightly, as if trying to wrestle you away from the emotions gripping you. one of his hands makes his way through your hair. angry tears prick at your eyes but you relax in his hold, finally letting out a sob.

“i’m sorry,” he says, his hand combing through your hair then rubbing your back. “i know you’re just looking out for me... and you’re right. i am exhausted...”

something shifts and now you feel his full weight on you. now you’re the one holding him, his head moving to rest in the crook of your neck, his shoulders fully slumped. the weeks of exhaustion have finally caught up to him, and you wrap your arms around his waist to prop him up.

“i’m sorry, y/n,” he repeats. “for not... listening to you... for forgetting...”

your hold on him tightens and tears stream down your face, but you manage to speak. “i just don’t want you to hurt yourself...”

neither of you say anything more. taehyun doesn’t let go of you and sinks fully into your touch; despite the chill night air, he’s still warm in your arms. you let your tears fall freely as you keep a firm hold on the friend you love, as if letting go of him means he will sink and drown.

the night is so quiet that the murmur he lets out against your neck still comes out loud and clear.

“i love you too.”

[indiasthoughts]

"Can you roll my window up?"

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aka- , eren, and xiao, x black readers turn on this trend

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warnings;;

suggestive, but no smut, x black reader, ,, use of the n word , fluff, she/her/hers pronouns, lowkey toxic relationships, SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN!!!!

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authors note: ik this is such a silly contrast aot and genshin but i been craving all both men sooo😮‍💨

and for reference--

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Ps: this is old work but i desperately need smth to post so mind the cornyness pls 🙈

୨⎯ Eren ⎯୧

Inside of the 6'3 mans black BMW M4 was a beautiful girl in his passengers seat, annoyed and frustrated.

see- this girl had a few things that annoyed her that he knew of yet still did when she rode in someones car.

one- rolling her window down and leaving her cold in her black skims dress. two- playing music she's not fond of at the moment, if she's in a brent faiyaz mood why play warren g? and three- not listening to what she had to say.

so when her boyfriend, Eren, of three months did all three at the same time frustration ng came crashing down

"Eren, baby, please roll my window up.", rubbing her arms to create any sort of warmth.

- and to no avail, ignored.

"babe..."

- ignored.

she furrowed her eyebrows and turnt the music down to a volume of 2.

"Can you roll my window up?!"

"No, ur attitude ruining my vibe bro"

As "2SEATER" By tyler the creator started playing, he turned the volume up, but not as high as he had it before, out of the slightest bit of respect.

"Who the fuck is your bro?"

"Ma what I told you about swearing?"

She reached over to his side, unbuckling the seatbelt as her boyfriend stopped at a red light. she pressed the passengers window button and rolled her window up.

"Now the music aint hitting from all angles!!"

"Imma hit you from all angles."

He once again put the windows down.

"Whos car this is?"

"Who sitting here?"

"Ion know what you have an attitude for..."

"Oh my god."

she leaned into her seat, embracing the cold she'd have to deal with for the next 15 minutes.

about another minute passed, and Eren was already tired of the awkward atmosphere.

"Baby im sorry"

"mhm.."

he held a small frown as he pulled up into a empty parking spot .

Tyler spoke in the background- 'the fuck you turn my music down for?'

"mamas it's us" he said with the widest grin he could possibly hold.

'can you roll my window up?'

you lip synced to the girl's parts.

'Why? damn.'

as he would too.

"Cause it's windy." You audibly spoke this time.

"But I love it when your hair blows."

as the beat dropped, he reached in and gave you a kiss.

ewww this was so sickenlybsweet ugh me and who🤢🤢

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୨⎯ Xiao ⎯୧

you and your boyfriend, Xiao had been lying down in his bedroom, while you played with his cat on his lap, he did his homework. There was a specific way he liked to have his room, cold. whether it's the ac blasting on days where the cold was too much too have his windows open, or open windows, on the warmer days. Today happened to be one of the warmer days. And despite the baggy sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and one of his sweaters, his room was still too cold for you. As much as you cuddles up with Astro, the cat, and your boyfriend, it was still unbearable.

"Xiao, lets close the windows please.."

"I won't be able to concentrate."

he furrowed his eyebrows and said that with in the sturnest way he could.

"I'm gonna head into the living room then"

You grabbed the cat, and as quick as one leg came down, it came back up.

He played a faveorite playlist of his, when "2SEATER" came first.

"Sit back down pretty?" more of a question than a command.

"Damnn nigga it's cold!"

"m'sorry, stay wimme ok?"

He turned the volume up and held your waist, bringing his lips to your neck and nibbling your neck.

You knit your brows together, feeling a gush of cold air, and flinched softly. Taking his phone that was connected to his JBL speaker, and lowering it.

"Can you roll the windows up?"

"Whyd you turn the music down"

he puts it back on, lowly chuckling at the perfect timing on the song.

"Can you roll it up?"

"Why?, damn"

"Because it's!-"

You slowly realise the timing on the song and this mini arguement.

"But i love it when your hair blows.."

As he finally removed his lips from your neck, and tilting your neck to crane your head and meet his lips.

[kairiscorner]

yk what, im tired of seeing reader being the one protected, so what about this: reader that sees o'hara severely injured on a mission they are together, and going nuts on the one that hurt him? like even Miguel is surprised cause he never saw reader as mad and bloodlust-y as now, but when its over, the reader goes over him and treats him gently, kinda panicking over the fact that hes hurt.

i feel like Miguelito has such a heavy weight on his back about protecting everything around him and keeping the universe under control, he deserves someone to protect him and have his back 🥺🥺

OH MY GOD you have enlightened me. i fucking need this too now. i hope you like this <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

let me save you. — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: carrying the whole multiverse on his back, having everyone fall back on him... but who's got his back when he's got everyone else's? pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!spider person!reader genre: fluff, comfort, and some angst word count: 1,244

content warnings! depictions of gore, blood, bleeding and wounds. please do not read any further if you are uncomfortable with these topics ^^

heaving, erratic breathing was heard coming out from you as you tried to process that miguel had been slammed into the ground by the anomaly. he had been slammed into the ground, and he's not getting up. his suit's glitching out, slightly dissipating as he coughs up some blood–lyla shows up to try and salvage his suit, get him back in action, but he's not getting up.

miguel always got back up every time he was forced to the ground by the enemy; he never let defeat get to him. it always used to be you who would get slammed into the ground, through some wall, or flung across a whole block–and miguel always saved you, he never... needed saving. never, that was, until tonight–as the anomaly continued to wreak more havoc, thinking they gained the upper hand, they felt a blunt object strike them in the back.

you threw a whole car at them after webbing it up and chucking it at tem in pure, unadulterated rage. you were... so pissed off–you had a fire burning in your eyes and a throbbing in your chest, it was such a heavy, painful throbbing that you couldn't shake off. some part of you told yourself that, until this anomaly is beaten and unconscious–until it was struggling to breathe, bloodied and unable to stand like how they made miguel... how they made miguel hanging on to his consciousness–and probably, his life right now–after they ruthlessly threw him to the ground with a loud bang following the impact.

your eyes were bloodshot from the tears you weren't aware you were shedding, the salty taste of them enveloping your tongue as you decided to end this, once and for all, for miguel... for the man you loved and couldn't bear saying goodbye to. you tried taking down the villain a peg, going after their legs and beating them down the minute they were on their knees and wounded. they cried out in pain as you delivered non-stop punches, kicks, and other blows to their body–inflicting all your rage upon them through marks and wounds on their face that could never, ever amount to the pain and anger you felt when you witnessed miguel get thrown down by the villain, to the point that he's hanging on to life right now and probably fading in and out of consciousness.

you couldn't even hear the sound of you huffing and puffing, even growling and screaming in rage as the sounds of you completely obliterating the anomaly's face in distracted you as you kept thinking, 'when can you just stand down and get knocked out?' the anomaly began to glitch, worsening the pain they experienced from your endless barrage of blows upon them. this evoked no mercy out of you as all you could think was, 'you get what you deserve, you monster, you freak!'

a weak voice rang out from your watch and pleaded–not commanded, but pleaded–you to end this madness. "please... we need that... villain... alive. people... people here are gonna die..." the strained voice begged of you as they coughed on the other end; it was miguel's voice, his tired, pained voice begging you with all the strength he had left to plead with you not to murder the anomaly. he coughed again and wheezed, shuddering as he exhaled, feeling so, so cold. "please... you can't... can't have your way with them... it's not... worth it..." he whispered as his strength was fading away from his voice, from his body as the call ended, and you could only beg for his voice to come back on the call, to hear him, hope he was okay.

you bit your lower lip as you tried to fight the urge to sniffle and weep, your tears beating your mind's demands as tears escaped your eyes. you didn't have time to wipe them away, miguel was fighting his own battle with death looming over his head the longer his injuries go untended. you throw a final punch to the villain, one with all your raw emotions packed in that punch–and you webbed that villain up, calling for back up to come and pick them up. as you had hoped, they were now unconscious, but nowhere near as close to death as miguel was. you rushed over to miguel as soon as a support team was coming over to clean the mess up and send the anomaly home, but you couldn't focus on anything or anyone else right now but him–miguel.

you ran over to him and skidded to his side, scraping your knees in the process, but disregarding the pain as you gently took his hand in yours, watching him breathe heavily. "miguel? mig? mig, baby, look at me..." you whispered to him as you placed your other hand on his cheek, feelings his shallow breathing as his tired, half-lidded eyes stare into your own tear-stained and puffy ones. you remove your mask and let the tears fall, placing both hands on his face and trying to match his breathing, you hoped against a hope that the support team would get here soon and help you cart miguel away to get some treatment for his wounds and have him recover quickly.

miguel ran a hand through your hair all weakly and sighed. "you... were phenomenal..." he murmured as he dropped his hand to the side out of exhaustion. "i've never... never thought i'd be the one... needing saving." he said with a low, forced chuckle, which fizzled out as it became a wheezing cough. you placed your hand on his chest and shushed him, calming him down. "mig..." you muttered his name as you laid your head on his chest, hearing his faint heartbeat grow steady, and in relief, you kissed the spot on his chest where his heart was slowly beating, hoping it'd beat a little faster, keep helping him live. "i can't lose you... i'll never, ever give up on you..." you promised him as miguel placed his hand on your head and began to lightly tear up himself. "and neither... neither will i." he swore as you sobbed a little louder into his chest, finally letting the fact you could've lost him if you didn't call for help any sooner finally sinking in.

you couldn't afford to lose him, you could never afford to kiss him goodbye, or to have him leave you without another word or touch from him. you can never stand the thought of being alone, much less without his stern, serious ass bothering you over something trivial or consistently reminding you to take care of yourself, to keep yourself on your toes, to be... nicer to yourself–because you're the only person he's truly come to care about; and that's him for you, too. he completes you, and you complete him–to lose one another... would be like the death of you both. from here on out, you both have made oaths to one another that you swear on your hearts: to protect and defend each other, and to hang on for the other as long as you can, not to waste a single breath, and to breathe it... knowing the other will do any and everything to keep you alive, to be with you longer than infinity spans, and to be yours until the multiverse gives out and collapses in on itself... to be each other's and in each other's arms until the end of everything.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold

[mikalame]

HI MAMAAA💕💕💕

can u maybe write some birthday head w bill or tom?! (maybe both👀)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOPP!!!!!!

NPPPP POOKIEEE sorry i haven't been writing lately lol and im sorry if you meant head canon and dont smut i can do fluff if yall want tho

taglist:@oppopotamus@saumspam@violentnewmarley@adissonsss

Bill

Going down on him whiles he in and out of sleep his hip would probs wake him up as he keep thrusting into your mouth.

When he does wake up, hes gonna be really senstive, whiney and that sorta stuff gripping onto your hair making you go further

when it comes to actully having sex he gonna be really lovey dovey you whispering happy birthdays and him saying i love you's

evrything about sex would be really soft and lovey, you would be doing most the work tho (he LOVES seeing you on top)

you leave dark hickeys all over his neck and collar bone, he leaves little love bites on your aswell, you would drag your nails on his skin softy writing happy b-day on his chest.

after wards when he blows out the birthday candles with tom you give him as many kisses hes turing like if he turing 19 your giving him 19 kisses yk

You two baking a shit ton of things that take a couple weeks to eat through all of it and your giving the majority of it to the rest of the band .

getting him a bouqe of all him favourite flowers and him just ADORING them he makes sure their all presteen and well loved.

Going out for dinner and you paying because he usally pays and you just wanted him to relax (plus you were planning this for ages)

Tom

Instead of you waking up him up with sex he waking yo up with sex its like 5 in the morning and you wake up with a sweating tom behind you going ham saying 'my first birthday present'

kinda just wants you to let him have control but you would be having sex everywhere round the house (kitchen, bathroom,.... BALCONY)

Would leave deep hickeys on you but wouldn't be a big fan to have them on himself he would say stuff like 'everyone needs to see how good my first present was'

when hes a bit spent and tired but still kinda horny he like if you would just cock warm him and sit and watch tv, would thrust up every now and again

would have you suck him off pretty regularly through out the day but when he need a little rest hell just spend it in between your legs

You two would try and bake but it would just end to sit you would end up sitting on the couch eating uncooked cookie dough

when the rest off the gang is there you guys would do a big movie marathon and would stay up till god knows what time watching, eating and just mucking around

i think toms not a big fan of going out to dinner cause of fans so you guys are ordering him fav thing and eating at home doing cute little couple stuff

for his present you would get him something that he really wants but each time through out the year you say you would buy it for he says no so when you do give it his eye light up and he starts saying big thanks and all that

i feel like he'd would like to decorate his own cake so your buying a bland cake and buying icing and you two are trying to make it look super professional at the start then messing around at the end not trying to hard

hope you all enjoyy

[woahrarepairsagemare]

plaguebow 1990s au angst i thought of while i was having an episode

I remember the first day I ended up in her care , it was really embarrassing for me , considering I was supposed to be that journalist who got away with everything .

I mean , guess they could call me that , i didn't do anything this time yet that rockstar tried to blow my brains out with her bat .

that .. doctor .. who I find so endearing .

She laughed away my case instead of treating it like a serious matter , and it had made me a little annoyed at first ..

but maybe that was what started this attraction to her .

Her laidback personality , her hedonistic tendencies , her curious lisp and southern accent .. and her humor ..

I just couldn't find her annoying no matter how hard I tried .

It's safe to say I healed much faster than I should've when I was under her care .

When the time came for me to be discharged , she laughed at my slightly disappointed face .

' You look like a dying duck , you want me that badly ? Glad you didn't stay or else I would've done some .. medical malpractice ;) '

I remember my face going redder than a tomato , causing her to giggle and give me a friendly slap on the wrist , before she pushed me out the doors to where storm was waiting for me .

I still couldn't resume to being a journalist , I still had appointments , and thankfully they all happened to be with her .

It was embarrassing how it was in that first appointment that I had learned her name .

' Wisteria's what they call me ! Though they know me simply as plague . '

An odd name for a doctor I figured , yet I loved it , it suited her .

The appointments had become everything for me in my life , over those checkups we giggled like little girls , which neither of us had been able to be .

It was like a break from reality .

She brought out the emotions in me no one had bothered to find .

we even begun calling them our little dates , though she often mocked the name in a playful manner .

' what would the others say if our relationship was anything but professional ? '

I smiled and shook my head , but I yearned for it to be true .

And here I am , still yearning ,

as I picked up the receiver , making the last few calls i'd ever make to my loved ones

and made feeble excuses for why i'd not be able to come for any arrangements i had made with them .

As I hung up on Sage , trying to savor her soft words , i felt the gun being pressed into the back of my head .

'are you done yet ? gods , i hate your pathetic voice . '

Nightmare spat those words out at me , and I was about to say no .

and then I remembered the love of my life , and realized that she too should hear my words .

I let out a small groan and bowed my head down .

' one more , please . Just one last call . '

I knew she was tired but she let me have my way ,

which not before she contented her self with a small slap to my head .

trying to stop the tears from rolling down my face , I dialed my beloved Plague .

' Dr. Wisteria speaking , which patient or future patient am I speaking to ? '

that lovely voice soothed my nerves , reducing my fear of death

' Hey Plague- its me , Rainbow , remember ? '

I heard those giggles come out of her mouth again as she replied with that playful tune .

' of course i do ! youre my favorite patient and- dont mind me .. my favorite playdate , after all ! '

I blushed , before the gun was pressed harder into my head .

' hurry up , I dont want to hear your sappy conversation with her for too long . '

I secretly rolled my eyes before I continued to tlak to her .

' yeah , im afraid I wont be able to come to our next appointment , things are a little rough for me right now so .. I'll show up for the others though , probably . '

she sighed in mock annoyance and giggled , causing a bit of disruption down the line .

' whats the point in having me as your doctor if you cant come for our little date ? im VERY high maintenance you know .. '

I smiled before I heard that horrid countdown .

' .. 25 , 24 , 23 .. '

I panicked and quickly said my goodbyes .

' hey plague im kinda busy right now so i'll talk to you later , kay ? '

she paused as she noticed the barely concealed terror .

' dear rainbow , whats wrong ? surely the- .. '

she couldnt say more as the receiver fell out of my hand . I was slammed against the wall of the telephone booth , my face buried in the wall .

I trembled as I heard the panicked words down the line

' Rainbow ? Rainbow whats wrong ? Has something happened ? '

I wish I could respond , but how could ? I didnt even have the energy to yell or whimper , as Nightmare stamped on my hand with hatred . positioning the gun just below my chin .

' youve wasted enough damn time , now say your final words before you die a silent death . '

plague .. no .. she heard those words and panicked more . Why- why ?

I trembled as I heard those words , they sounded like static in the back of my mind .

' NO ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?! LET RAINBOW GO ! YOU CANT KILL A FUCKING JOURNALIST ?! '

I turned around so that my back was against the wall and tried to tell her to calm down , but all that came out of throat was a whimper as the gun was pushed further up my chin .

' any . last . words ? '

she asked in that horrible fucking tone .

I sighed and look up at the red ceiling of the telephone booth .

' Plague my darling .. I love you . '

I closed my eyes as NIghtmare flicked the safety off .

Plague broke down into tears at the other end .

' RAINBOW , NO ! '

BANG - !

[lostgracestories]

hello love, im insane about varré again and it won't ever stop

can't help but imagine him being dominated, overstimulated, whimpering like a prey animal and begging to feel your love.......girls! topping! boys!!!!!! 😭

also smoking.......I want to share a cigarette with him lmao.....

❤️🩸

YOU ARE SO REAL ILYSM

Anyways, this was a lil rushed so hopefully it's not too messy <3

wc: 958 tw: sexual content, public sex, femdom, no real plot :D

There was a soft rustle of trees in the distance and the smell of blood and smoke surrounded you… how had you gotten here again? Your gaze turned to the man sitting next to you outside of rose church. The two of you had an… agreement of sorts. You would do his bidding when he needed it and in return, he would offer you runes or a reward of some sort. Oftentimes his tasks involved violence but not this…

You watched as Varre puffed out some smoke from his pipe and glanced at you. Perhaps he had been lonely…? You doubted the man would be honest enough to tell you. However, the look he gave you with those tired eyes behind his mask had you pressing your thighs together and silently cursing yourself.

“Lambkin, surely this is not the task that causes you the most trouble when you have killed many for me?” Varre’s voice was teasing and almost cruel. You huffed and stole the pipe from his hand, puffing from it before tossing it to the ground as if to prove something “Whatever you need from me, it surely can not be a smoke.” Varre just rolled his eyes and picked the pipe up, blowing the dirt off of it and setting it aside. You must have been going crazy because you swore he was just here to tease you… You took another moment before speaking once more. “What is my reward for dealing with your bullshit?”

Varre scoffed and the eyes behind his mask glared at you… gods, if you could you’d fuck the attitude out of him- you paused at the thought, thoroughly shocked by yourself… Where on earth had that come from? “You may have what pleases you for at least humoring me” Varre grumbled and looked away from you, eyes closing as his head rested against the church wall. That was it. That was all you needed.

You moved to him quickly, irritation bubbling in your gut as you forced him to his back on the ground and sat over him to keep him from moving. He looked up at you, eyes wide.

“What on earth are you doing-” “You have played with me, my time, and my damn mind far too much this evening. I am tired of your damn games Varre-” You grumbled and hardly noticed the way your hands had snaked down his body and closer to his crotch… a shuddering gasp escaped him and he tried to protest but was unable “If this is what you wish as your payment-” he shuddered again “Perhaps we shall see if you have the guts-”

he gasped suddenly as your hands ripped open his clothes and quickly moved forward to touch his skin. A grumble escaped him- he’d bedded a few women before but never had he been taken in such a way… He’d be lying if he said he hated it…

“Oh- I plan to make good on my payment, until you can no longer speak. Perhaps then you will reconsider wasting my time-” 

You tugged his under cloth down and gripped his cock the moment it sprung free. His eyes were wide and a pitiful moan escaped him. He quickly hurried to move his head to the side to avoid looking up at you, his hand pressing against his mask. He thanked his Lord silently that you could not see his pitiful expression under his mask- then a grunt escaped him as you grabbed him by the face. “You are amusing if you think I am not going to humiliate every piece of you”

He gaped at you as you tore off his mask and grabbed both his cheeks in one hand. You studied the man’s face, whom you’d never seen before. A cruel grin pulled across your lips and you let go of his cock, one hand still forcing his eyes to stay on you. You quickly removed your trousers and panties, leaving your tunic on.

“You are- toying with me” Varre choked out but could manage nothing more when, without warning, your cunt sunk over his cock. The choked moan that it ripped from him pulled a smug grin back to your features and he glared at you. Oh you were enjoying this…

Quickly, you began to bounce and roll your hips in deep, fast motions. He brought his hands up and held your arm as you still forced his eyes to stay on you. He was trying to glare but all it did was cause a cute furrow to form in his brow as his hands clutched you tightly “Hmm…” You hummed as you looked down at him, sinking down in a particularly rough motion that ripped another harsh moan from his lips “look at you… so pitiful… moaning like a woman”

“Hh- g-go to hell-”

He tried to retort but failed as another rough stroke wrenched a sob from him and he felt the knot in his stomach tightening. Suddenly, he was a moaning disaster, sobbing and clawing at your hips when his release spilled into you. He was about to take a breath of relief when you slowed but instead a wet sob left him when you picked the pace up again.

“A-all hell- t-too much!” He tried to growl the words out but it was useless. You had him writhing and moaning like a whore. “Too much?” 

You smirked and dragged a finger across his jaw as you finally let his face free of your grip “Too bad, I’m not done” You reveled in the look he shot at you before you continued… you could do this forever, having him writhe and moan under you. You’d never tire of the damn sight…

Poor Varre…

[desceros]

I'm guessing by your banner that you also like Minecraft sooooo, turtle Minecraft headcannons to spare please 🥺? Just in general, all the Donnie's are definitely into Minecraft. I feel like all the rise turtles are also definitely into Minecraft and Leo, mikey and Donnie all had a big Minecraft phase in their childhood and maybe they still play multiplayer with each other when their bored and have nothing better to do. Maybe gaming headcannons in general for the turtles?

i play it for like. a week once a year. then i get distracted by something else and forget i was playing. this cycle repeats once every twelve months. the neo-mayan calendar.

i'll do rise specifically bc im feeling soft for it rn

donnie loves fiddling with command blocks to set up the server, and he loves setting up fun traps for his brothers. he's huge into redstone and builds amazing contraptions. his base is one where you have to fall through lava to get inside, and he has, like. fifty secret rooms for all his loot. he has the most optimum selection of armor and always wears his elytra so he can fly out of trouble. he has 500 cats at every build so creepers can't come by and blow them up.

raph loves the combat. he never uses a shield bc it makes it 'too easy.' at any given moment, the lower left hand of the screen is filled with his death messages. he also loves the exploration part, and he's always sending coordinates for interesting things for people to check out later. his base is a dirt box with a single bed and one chest filled with some string, a single diamond, four pieces of steak, a dark oak slab, a soul strider book, and two brown mushrooms. full netherite armor (mostly bc he keeps dying in the nether and everyone got tired of him burning through all their diamonds, so they pulled together and farmed up enough netherite to give him something that wouldn't burn up)

mikey is the builder on the server. he likes to beautify things and terraform, and his base is a custom mountain valley he built in the middle of a flower forest biome. he can make every block look good. raph's house actually makes him angry, like legit, but raph won't let him pretty it up for him. he dies to creepers a lot bc he never remembers to light up his builds, and they sneak up on him while he's listening to music and building. he wears unenchanted iron armor (except when donnie forces some blast protection iv on his ass) except for his feather falling iv diamond boots.

leo's here for the mining. he loves collecting shit and bringing it back home. he'll go out with an inventory of shulker boxes, stuff 'em full, then bring them home and go back out again. he's the spine of the server; sitting afk at the witch farm so donnie can get enough redstone, going out and getting more terracotta so mikey can finish his trading hall, and helping raph collect his shit when he dies in the end and oh god maybe his elytra landed on the side???? he'll also put on a playlist and just strip mine for hours until he runs through his fourth diamond pickaxe and has to go to the gold farm to repair it up. never upgrades to netherite armor because the diamond armor is blue.

[hanasnx]

dilf!ani has had time to come to terms with how he’s ur literal sex symbol. like when i think dilf it’s this quiet air of confidence - he’s experienced enough with you to know you’ll do pretty much do anything and now really wants to branch out. not necessarily jus kink wise but location like HE WILL GLADLY TAKE U ANYWHEREEE ANYTIME and bc he doesn’t gaf what people think atp he will abandon all social etiquette to have you. leave events early to make you please him otw home after you teased him in public, beg you to be louderr without caring if people hear. he’s jus a lil rougher round the edges like sometimes makes the slightest dad grunt sounds when he’s tired/standing up after being sat for ages lmao but like in a hot way !

of course ani always has that desperation seeping thru but he channels it better now, his praise is more reluctant: ‘didn’t believe you were gonna be able to sit here all by yourself while i was away but you’re here just as i left you, soaking yourself waiting for me - can’t wait to reward you’ *rewarding u means some shit like an aromatherapy massage he’s lowkk into the domestic stuff now*

like real quick smut aside he’s puttin in WORK around the residence.. deffo wearing an apron regularly to do like household maintenance shit and the apron stays on during..🫠 idek LoL also his few grey hairs turn u on 🦾

LUV UR WRITING SO V MUCH TY FOR UR SERVICE ALWAYS! never sent u anything before this but have truly admired ur work from afar :) <3

describing him as having a "quiet air of confidence" is so real anon. he's just the guy that has shit figured out, things are easier when he's around especially if the odds seemed insurmountable before he showed up.

this line: "he will abandon all social etiquette to have you" got me crazyyyyyy. because he barely relied in social etiquette his entire life, until he got older and rebellion wasn't as necessary for him to feel heard. he's mellowed out somewhat. and i say that very loosely.

"leave events early to make you please him otw home after you teased him in public" making you jack/blow him while he's driving you both home... or letting him stick his fingers in you while he's got one hand on the wheel.

that bit about him making noise when he sits down oh my god... sooo daddy im not even kidding. need him to be tired of my shit and tired in general.

the fact you added: "his praise is more reluctant" bcos that's so fucking true oh my god. takes more to earn his respect and his loyalty because of all the life he's lived. not much impresses him. you'd have to go above and beyond. ""you're here just as i left you."" hubba fucking hubba.

his gray hairs most definitely turn me on oh my fucking godddd no like you'd card your fingers through it, and his tired eyes would fall shut bcos of how good your nails feel. he'd slack a little while you're talkin sweet shit about how handsome he is... run the pads of your fingers over his impossibly soft lips.

"LUV UR WRITING SO V MUCH TY FOR UR SERVICE ALWAYS! never sent u anything before this but have truly admired ur work from afar :) &lt;3" this is sooo sweet! thank you very much for submitting and sharing your thoughts <3 i'm really happy you love and admire my writing! i love reading that. also congrats on your first submission to me :) im so glad you decided to reach out.

[meowzilla93]

this is a rant, vent, jumble of words im feeling and need to get it out of my system because im a little done

please scroll along if you dont wanna read, or dont, i dont control you

it never ceases to amaze me just how cruel people in fandoms can be. cruel, mean, hyprocritical, straight up dumb.

dont get me wrong, these people are a minority. i have found myself amongst the best sort of people in fandoms i am a part of and couldnt be happier for the friendships i have made from them.

but this incredibly loud minority piss me off to no end. i stay away from any sort of discourse, silently watching from the background and watch thing blow up over trivial matters, and then learn who to avoid in those circles and move on with my life

but when i see, what i consider to be blatant bullying, to someone i hold dear, i dont want to be quiet anymore. im not a loud figure, im a tiny blog that loves to simp over 2d characters, a tiny stream channel that i interact with like minded people. and i mean i am TINY, im barely a blip on this wide web. so anything i say, it doesnt go anywhere, so still, i stay silent until i cant anymore.

so lets get to the crux of the matter.

if you dont like a character, you dont get to make others feel bad about liking them. i dont care if you think they are problematic, if you dont like their story, their look, or simply the fact that they exist

you dont get to make someone feel bad for finding a connection with them and loving them

you dont get to attack them about liking the character, passively or aggressively, you dont get to make fun of them and any of the work they do around them. you have no right to take it upon yourself and make someone feel like they dont belong just because they like a character that you dont

if you dont like the character, dont fucking interact, its that bloody simple. scroll away. mute the tag, mute the channel, whatever. just walk away

interacting with someones content for the pure purpose to make fun of it is cruel. you are making it public that you want to demean the person for what they enjoy. and the worst thing is, if you catch the attention of the younger audience, they learn that they get to act that way, and this kind of online activity only gets worse

it already has gotten worse. man, im a millenial and i thought keyboard warriors when i was in highschool and older where bad. these days the younger generation feel justified to think that they can say whatever they want and suffer no consequences of those actions. i see it in so many fandom discourses. its horrible

but they learn from the worst of us on the internet. the more they see the cruel interactions, the more they think its okay to act that way. and without a doubt, fandoms will end up being incredibly toxic environments that people wont feel comfortable to exist in anymore.

every fandom has a toxic space, its unfortunate but it is true. i wish it wasnt

and the smaller the fandom, the louder this toxic group is

it just fucking sucks. and watching people i care about be treated so badly hurts because all i can do is be their support. an ear, a shoulder, just someone they can vent to. but it doesnt stop the fact that they got hurt and i cant do anything about it

god i dont even know what this even turned into. im tired, im upset, im just so frustrated.

why cant people just be nice?

if you managed to read all the way down here, man i applaud you. that was a great mess of thoughts, i still have many more but at this point i feel like i would be repeating myself

please, just. be kind guys. its not that hard, i swear it

to all my moots, honestly, i love you guys. seeing all your work and love you put into your creations gives me life and brightens my day. dont ever stop loving your craft and your fav characters just because someone decided to be a prick.

[dirtybitfic]

finally pt.2 ( chris sturniolo) ⚠️ spanking, belts , punishments , aftercare

(Song theme for this part )

As Chris is relentlessly pounding into you you start to reach back trying to push him off because he’s just so fucking deep . This causes him to grab your arms and pin them behind your back making you now fully immobile and at his mercy .

“ what did I fucking say y/n your gonna fucking take it he grunts and shoves his hips so hard that you scream as he comes down to your ear and your gonna fucking . Thank. Me “

“Yes daddy I’m sorry your just so big and so deep” he starts going at an agonizing pace stroking so deep that it’s driving you crazy and your start huffing out of annoyance missing him pounding the fuck out of you please daddyyyy you moan he smacks your ass so hard you feel the ripples through your back please what slut

Harder faster anything just give me more you whine out that’s what I fucking thought Chris says and starts going even harder and faster than before you start to scream and try kicking your feet but his legs just shove yours down harder nah uh slut im giving you exactly what you begged for so your gonna fucking take it Chris says now thank me

Your trying so hard to thank him but the only thing that comes out of your mouth are squeaks and moans Come in y/n you have the count of three to say thank you or I will grab a belt from the closet and spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week

1… 2…. Chris starts

I …. Mmmmmm. … DADDY PLEASE GOD I …. MMMM

3 Chris ends . I tried to warn you y/n but you just couldn’t listen

What Chris didn’t know is that you wanted him to do it the thought made you so incredibly wet as he keeps pounding you. You start screaming as he continuously hits your g spot so deep and fast that you feel another orgasm building and you know this one is gonna be the death of you

“ yeah I can feel you tightening around me slut you gonna cum again all over my dick?” Chris says “ yes daddyyy…. FU-FUCK ME JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IM SO CLOSE” “ Your gonna cum with me like a good little girl okay” “ YES DADDYS FUCK “ chris starts counting down from 10 this makes you almost cum even from the fact he counting you down to your orgasm and that is another kink you have “ 5 *deep thrust *4 oh my Fuck baby.. 3 … FUCK DADDY MMMMM 2 he grunts 1 cun for me slut oh fuckkkkkkk god DAMN

FUCK DADDDYYYYY yours legs are shaking so hard at this point as he’s grunting deeply in your ear while he’s finishing coming down from his high

He lets go of your arm and slowly pulls out you lay there still dizzy from your mind blowing orgasm as u hear his footsteps walking away and a door opening you almost forgot about the whole belt thing this made your heart start to race your body was already so tired and you knew his belt was gonna be rough he warned you and you didn’t listen but you both secretly knew why

You heard his step come back and you look over your shoulder to see he threw on some sweats that show his deep ass v line making you horny all over again Get up slut your gonna lay across my knee and count with me as my belt leaves mark on that ass

You try and stand up but your legs just start shaking uncontrollably and buckle under you weight he grabs you arms and he sits down and looks at you with a sadistic smile which makes your stomach drop he looks so fucking hot yet absolutely terrifying at the same time. He pulls you down so your over his knee “ okay y/n your gonna count each lash and your gonna thank me every . Single .time am I understood “you took a shaking breathe “ yes daddy” “ Aww don’t sound so pathetic gorgeous… you brought this on yourself” the first slash came down causing your hips to buck and you to cry out 1 .. thank you da-daddy another 2 this one being a little harder making you tear up thank you 3 ahh you moan slash scream thank-k yo-you daddy “that’s it slut your doing so good by your 6th thank you you were crying and the sting was almost unbearable SEVEN JESUS FUCK you scream out tears pouring out of your eyes none stop …TEN OH GOD THANK YOU FUCK THANK YOU DADDY you scream out thanking god it was finally over he tried to rub the welts to make them feel better but it hurt to much and you bucked and screamed out his name so he stopped . He helped you stand up and hoisted your tired body to the bathroom connected to his room he set you down on the toilet as he started a hot bath “ Go pee while I grab you a sweatshirt to throw on after the bath okay sweetheart” chris says as he gives you a soft peck on the head and walks out you finish peeing and he comes back in . While you had been sitting there you thought about how funny it was that he could go from and absolute sadist to the sweetest guy in the matter of minutes

He hoisted you up and helped you into the bath then took off his pants and slipped in behind you . You relaxed into his chest and leaned your head back and he drew figure eights on your chest you started giggling which caused him to pause “ why are you laughing and says while he giggles a little “ oh nothing just that I realized your the first man whose ever made me orgasm” “ wait… REALLY “ chris asked “ yeah and that was by far the best sex I’ve ever had in my life I had a feeling you’d be freaky but Jesus Christ am I shocked” “ haha yeah I hope it wasn’t too much” “ no not at all I loved it your also the first guys who’s givin me the sex and dominance I’ve wanted for so long” “ we’ll I’m glad you enjoyed it cause holy fuck i definitely did” you both just smiled and relaxed into each other “ y/n I’m so glad I met you you’re exactly the girl I’ve been waiting for “ you turn to look at him and smile “ I completely agree you said giving him a sweet kiss then ask if you can get out since the water was starting to get Luke warm he got out first and gave you a hand out and helped you dry off while you put your hair up into a messy bun and he slid the sweat shirt over your head you both went back into the room as he changed the sheets and you layed down you grabbed your phone and saw you had a million missed texts from Sam you decided to call her back since the party was definitely over by now it had been 4 HOURS OMG. Sam immediately answered

“ y/n you’ll never guess who’s bed I’m in rightnow”

“ Sam you’ll never guess who’s bed IM in rightnow”

On the count of three well both Say who okay

chris is just standing there silently laughing to him self about it.

3…2…1

I’m in Matt’s bedroom rn

I’m in Chris’s bedroom rn

WAIT SAM DID YOU SAY MATT

Wait did you say CHRIS

Biiiiiitch Sam said

BIIIIITCH you said to Sam

I’m literally right down the hall from you can we come and say hi I haven’t heard or seen from you in 4 fucking hours girl what the fuck were you doing ?😼

Yeah come on down and bring waters with you Mathew chris said gotcha Matt called

Sam and Matt came in “ jesus what happened to your face” Matt asked “ your brother that’s what happened “ him and Chris started laughing manically as him and Sam sat down on the couch by Chris’s window and y’all just talked Sam looked at you and smirked you just nodded and she said you guys had to spill later . Matt asked if you could hand him the blanket from the end of the bed you just awkwardly laughed and said “ no can do buddy my body is not functioning enough for getting up right now” you all just laughed and Chris handed it to him and you all talked and laughed until the sun came up

I’m just being silly and devious thought I would catch y’all of guard with this song at the end🫦🤟🏼

(Yeahhhh anyways so that was a lot idek what the fuck that was my 20 year old Ass was feeling real devious hope you liked and if not whateva)

💋❤️🤠

[quodekash]

this is my seventh post about two episodes. this is why it takes me so long to watch things.

anyway, continuing now

HIS LITTLE PONYTAIL SDHFSDHSH

wait omg

these are the clothes theyre wearing when they eat each others fingers in the trailer

theyre about to eat each others fingers

hell yes

please, please do

i will get down on hands and knees and beg if i have to

HSHDHSHSFDHS

OH HOW THE TURN TABLES, INNIT?

HELL TO THE FREAKING YES

AND THE SONG PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND???? BRO THE NOSTALGIA IM GETTING

im definitely rewatching bad buddy soon. ill bet that ill start rewatching it within the week

of course

you know, i think the one time they werent interrupted by pa (or korn, or some other person) was on the freaking rooftop

CHEEK KISS

CHEEK KISS

THE PARALLELSSSSSSSS

i could talk all day about parallels

holy hell

we're finally here

the end of our skyy 2

i am not even slightly emotionally prepared for this

ITS 9PM AND THEYRE ONLY JUST HAVING DINNER???

well, he did say on call with his mum that the play only just ended

but jeez i was not expecting it to be that late

yes. yes. YES.

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE, LETS GOOOOO

oh. it's not phu?

but it was timed so well??

phu has to be there

i love him so much

i missed him a lot

my dear precious...

uh

tUL TUL, I LOVE TUL AND I DEFINITELY DIDNT HAVE TO LOOK UP HIS NAME BECAUSE I FORGOT WHAT HIS NAME WAS

he wishes for his boyfriend to be there :(

and phu emerges from the cake

bro that one candle was having issues

it took four blows to get it out, and that fourth one was very extended

i think mix was trying really hard to not get spit all over the cake and to not ruin the shot, but internally he was like "F[beep] YOU, YOU STUPID F[beep]ING CANDLE, DIE, DIE, DIE, OH MY GOD JUST BLOW OUT ALREADY, HOLY SH[beep], I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU SO MUCH, OH MY GOD IM GOING TO K-"

that's how i think it would go if we could see into mix's mind when he was trying to blow out that fREAKING CANDLE

okay, so, is he hallucinating, or is phu actually there

maybe the candle was stalling for time cos tul and phu werent moving fast enough and they were like to the candles "QUICK, WE NEED A DISTRACTION SO THAT HE DOESNT NOTICE", and that one was like "i got this bro 🤝" and did the performance of its lifetime

oh wow im really freaking tired

i have fifteen minutes left. ill tackle them tomorrow.

its gonna take me three days to finish two episodes of a show, where each episode is only about an hour long, and if thats not the most in-character thing for me, idk what is

anyway, see you tomorrow for the end of the years, many many tears, goodbyes, and hopefully no flies (idk what that last bit was, i just wanted to make it rhyme)

[brynjack]

chat i lowkey forgot whumptober existed so i only started yesterday but here!! a little (2,300 words) dean x cas!! im up for criticism ofc and crucify me if the shit with the necklace doesn’t make sense because i watched supernatural once and i have erased most of the plot from memory because it was lowkey traumatizing.

truth serum, hallucinations, “why would you even say that”:

Dean was tired. At this point he was more than used to being kidnapped, he honestly expected it. But both him and Cas? Sure, Cas had been in danger, and they had contained angels before, but both of them could usually fight their way out of scenarios that they got themselves into. This time though, the demons had apparently learned their little angel tricks and had trapped Cas with holy oil, they were desperate to get their hands on the god calling necklace that dean had once had his hands on. And fucking truth serum? uncalled for, why didn’t they just torture dean like other demons, it would’ve been a lot more bearable for dean in the morning because as he felt the effects start to take hold after the cartoonishly green liquid was injected, he knew he was gonna regret about everything that came out of his mouth. it looked a bit like cas was gonna say fuck it and try to jump against the barrier of the holy oil when the demon even approached dean, but as the liquid was injected cas let out a huff, knowing the deed had already been done, and he couldn’t do much in this state except for worry, which, honestly? was pretty typical for him, especially when it came to dean. dean continued to feel loopy because of the serum but tried to spit out some words toward the demon, coming out a bit slurred as he tried to adjust to the feeling of his thoughts having no filter between his head and mouth.

“theres no point of this you know? i mean i know from the fact i have no clue who you are that you’re track record is probably not the best but like- literally this shit is pointless for you, we’re just gonna end up killing you and you just waisted that on me because i don’t even know where the necklace is- it would’ve been useful if i could’ve at least taken it from you, please tell me you have more”

the demon hisses at dean to be quiet and cas watches him closely, trying to gage how he’s feeling outside of the fact he just got stabbed with a needle and that he’s tied up to a chair in a ware house in the middle of nowhere. cas determines that he’s feeling alright despite that dean will definitely feel vulnerable from the serum later and will likely lash out. that’s not a priority for him, he’s just trying to find a window he can open somehow that will blow away this ‘damn’ holy oil. He could see dean already sawing away with the chair at the rough ropes on his wrist before the demon comes back just moments later, leaning over him and asking again.

“where’s the goddamn necklace”

“again, i don’t fucking know, haven’t had it for chuck knows how long and i think im going to escape your shitty ropes so it doesn’t even matter if i did know where it was- because i would leave before i would tell your ugly ass shit”

the demon lets out an annoyed huff, pushing over deans chair with his foot to deans chest before hurrying away, supposedly to get more rope.

“dean- is there a way you can open that window down there-?��

there was a latch to the window that went down to the basement that dean had slightly been pushed toward and he wriggles toward it.

“eh, i can fucking try, you too warm in here?” he jokes, the fire licking upward around cas.

cas let’s out a huff before explaining.

“the wind might break the flame- like when we trapped gabriel”

dean lets out a hum, clearly impressed before moving closer to the window. he turns around and reaching with a trapped hand toward the latch, pushing the window down, a cool air hitting his back as he pushes himself away. he was trying to make it not obvious what he was doing in case the nameless demon came back before the wind blew out cas’s fire, though this didn’t seem to be the case because the wind picked up quickly because the smaller size of the room in the warehouse and blew out the circle, cas stepping out and running toward dean.

“shit, i’m glad that worked, im tired of being kidnapped- and im worried about sammy, dunno where he is”

cas smiled slightly at his words, dean clearly not processing from his high as cas unties the knots around dean and pulls him up from the dirty floor by his hand.

“thanks” dean nods before almost running toward the exit that he had tracked from being dragged in here. he is still clearly careful from his whole life of training, turning around the door slowly, looking around before heading to where they had stolen the weapons off both of them, cas following close behind, trusting dean even in this slightly loopy state but being more watchful than he usually would be when on a mission. they both grab their weapons and dean searches, desperate for some of the truth serum but to no avail. Eventually they find the demon looking for them on their way out, cas maneuvering in front of dean quickly, killing the demon swiftly by decapitation from the recently recovered angel blade and nodding for dean to follow him out.

“cas- i could’ve gotten him, im not fuckin incapacitated, though that was kinda hot”

cas flushed quickly, giving him a confused look but just continuing to drag dean out of the warehouse, finally escaping and finding a car to hotwire outside. cas just assumes it’s some sort of side effect to the serum, not taking it seriously or thinking that dean is fucking with him somehow and he isnt understanding the joke. dean is looking over cas’s facial expression after seeing him flush at the comment as he gets into the passenger seat of the car after cas basically had to force him to not drive. dean texts sam and after he gets a response that he was safe he looks back up to cas.

“are you blushing?”

“dean-“

cas says it more as a warning, not wanting him to push the subject any further, knowing that dean will regret it but he cuts him off.

“cas, come on, i know people generally find me attractive, and im just curious is angels can also find things attractive, i know you can’t possibly like me, im an asshole and i mess everything up, but physically, are you blushing because of that?”

cas looks around before he pulls off the side of the road, slowly and careful, expression neutral. he turns suddenly and grips onto deans shoulder, almost cutting off circulation as he pushes the other man to look at him.

“dean winchester, you are not an asshole and you do not mess everything up, you are human, and you love so much- you made me love humanity because you love so much“ cas has to clear that up, other questions leaving his mind as dean, the man he abandoned god for, assumes that he is not lovable.

dean seems frozen, almost in shock, and confused.

“cas- i have almost ended the world a multitude of times, and i have fucked up your life, and i’ve hurt everyone around me and pushed everyone away, you can’t say that i have made you love humanity, you don’t mean that”

cas gives him an almost bewildered look, analyzing his expression and recognizing dean’s vulnerability in his words, even if he is not in a stable mind right now, and seems like he might fall and hit his head on the dashboard, he means it all, and seems very effected by this thing that he has considered a fact.

“i have killed many, i became god for a sense of control, i am aware of your mistakes and your unwillingness to share and i will always choose you, because you care, you do it all because you want to help and save people, because you love people. we all make mistakes, and you have made them for the right reasons and it is important that they are mistakes, and you don’t mean them to happen.”

cas is almost tearing up by the time he’s done speaking, just wanting dean to see. he needs him to understand how he sees him. he lets himself a rare moment of grabbing both his shoulders, just so he knows dean is looking at him, and making sure he’s not going to fall on the dash.

dean looks like he’s going to throw up or pass out, eyes darting everywhere, and eyebrows knotted together, blinking away a headache that he didn’t notice he had before. he doesn’t understand, in all his years, all the mistakes he’s made, especially with pushing away cas because of there being something there that he deeply does not want to acknowledge with himself and especially not with cas. how in the hell could cas love him so fucking much? dean was not ready to decide if it was romantic or not but it sure as hell was love. and cas was gripping his shoulders but all dean wanted to do was lean down and fucking sleep. he wanted to get out. he wanted the headache to go away. he wanted to stop running his godforsaken mouth. but he just mumbles his thoughts again.

“how the hell can you love me?”

cas’s face breaks into a faint smile at just the acknowledgment, almost embarrassed.

“i don’t know how not to”

dean just sighs, searching cas’s eyes for any indication of what he was feeling for dean but he found a look that he’d seen before on cas’s face, so he couldn’t really discern it, especially in his drowsy state, so he just leaned his head forward, almost hitting cas’s nose with his forehead on the way down.

cas just smiles a bit more at the action and pushes dean back into his seat more comfortably, taking the car out of park and just continuing to drive back to the bunker, only about 20 minutes out, just hoping dean says loopy for a bit longer so he can at least get him to bed. cas is unsure of the effects after the medication but he was sure it wouldn’t be comfortable for dean so he wanted to get him home where he had some supplies to help him at least. maybe pie would calm him after this conversation, cas decides he will get some after dean has fallen asleep at home.

after a silent car ride back, dean seemingly quite out of it the whole ride and cas just letting him fade in and out of awareness. once they got back cas touched deans forehead, healing him, he still seemed loopy but at least the hammering headache faded quickly as the light radiated from cas’s eyes. dean lingered on his eyes for a moment, mumbling something under his breath but cas was too worried about getting him to bed to acknowledge it, especially if it would cause another conversation that dean would regret in the morning. cas left the stolen car right outside the bunker, deciding it may be useful later and got on the other side of the car to help dean to not fall on his way in and down the stairs, walking him down the hall, dean only not pushing him off because of his nausea and the conversation they had before. cas sets dean in the bed, where he quickly moves to lay down, hoping his nausea will improve after he does so, leg twitching a bit. cas walks out and dean grumbles a bit at the loss but he comes back quickly with a glass of water, pushing dean up to sit as he hands it to him to drink. dean nods at cas thankfully and sips the water slowly before handing the empty glass back to cas and cas puts it in the kitchen before returning.

“do you need anything else?” cas obviously seems worried, looking over dean.

dean simply grumbles a no and motions cas out.

“no watching me sleep, makes me feel weird”

cas just complies, walking out, a bit surprised at the explanation as dean usually just plays it off as odd behavior. cas shrugs it off and flies to the local gas station to pick up some of deans favorite things, paying and flying back, putting the supplies away and peeking in to see dean fast asleep and deciding he will be alright until morning.

dean wakes up with another pounding headache and memory of things he would rather not think about, grumbling loudly as he sits up, massaging his temples. cas hears the groan and knocks before stepping in at deans mumbled approval, just stepping forward and healing deans headache with no shared words.

“thanks” dean mumbles, unfortunately more clearly thinking about last night, getting up to get himself coffee as he just walks past cas, unsure what to say, if anything, just not wanting to talk about it. cas silently follows but opens up the fridge and nods to it.

“i got supplies if you want anything”

dean looks where cas has nodded and sees bacon, mood lightening a bit as he pulls that out and a pan, as well as some eggs that were there before. cas sits at the table in the kitchen, just watching as dean prepares the food, seeming a little reserved but happier than when he woke up, sipping on coffee.

“how are you feeling?” cas asks, quietly, almost like he doesn’t want to interrupt deans mood.

dean mumbles his response, but it’s better than cas’s expectations.

“i’m alright, just, that was fuckin weird”

cas huffs a little laugh at the sentence, partially out of relief. he just did not want dean to regret the conversation. he knew full well that he was conditioned to not let out his feelings, real conversation was rare, but dean seemed a step below neutral, mostly because of cas’s responses to his vulnerability and cas not acknowledging everything. maybe he could address some of those things that he decided to spout. someday. but for now, it was just time for breakfast.

[consumed-by-fandom]

How the Dudes would react to you hugging them

I got a bit soft today so uh uhm uhhh

EDIT: This is under the context of the Dude already knows you and likes you enough to not blow off your head if you try and hug him! Just thought i’d mention lmao

P1: He’s touch avert unless he really trusts you enough to allow you to hug him (which is the only way he’d allow you to do it) and even then at first he’d be real nervous and even a little uncomfortable, but after a while he’d melt into it. Poor guy doesn’t get much affection from others. Once he gets used to it it’ll be hard to get him to let go, basically clinging to you for dear life as if you letting go means he’ll never get to hug you again. The type to nestle into the crook of your neck if you let him. Think of a cat putting its face in a blanket lmao he’s like that. Would offer you hugs sometimes in hopes that he can make you feel just as safe and comfortable as you make him.

P2: Would be kinda confused at first but would return it with some enthusiasm. Actually enjoys them but wouldn’t tell you, but he will initiate them from then on. Would hug you from behind to piss you off, he’s pretty casual about it. Emanating “fine, i guess you are my little pogchamp, cmere” vibes

P3/Alt: Similar to P2, would be confused on why, but is more open to showing that he likes them. Full on bear hugs, the kinda guy who picks you up while he’s hugging you to show how light you are to him lol. Wouldn’t really initiate them, but he’s alright if you ask for them. He’s not too bothered honestly.

BD: A bit of a mix between the last three? he wouldn’t let just anyone hug him, but as long as he knows you fairly well he won’t mind. Doesn’t really know how to give decent hugs, and won’t really show his appreciation, but you can tell by the way he gets real quiet and maybe, just maybe holds you a little tighter, that he definitely wants them from you. After a while he might offer them to you if you need them, but he can’t promise he’ll be any good.

OD: Would at first react negatively “why the hell are you hugging me >:(“, would take him a long time to get used to it, he’s not really into them (or touch in general). If you were really upset and he (surprisingly) decided to comfort you he could swallow his discomfort to offer one, but honestly? They aren’t his thing. The only time he’d willingly hug you is if you were in danger or scared, his dislike would immediately be thrown out of the window as he goes into protective mode, will hold you for dear life until you feel safe again. (To be honest I think every Dude would react the same way, when it comes to your life being in danger they’re holding you in their arms until the dangers over, its on instinct)

P4: God this man is so tired he’ll accept hugs from literally anyone. Just the second he’s offered one he’s in there, decently strong hugs and you might hear him sigh deeply after a little while. He could fall asleep hugging you, any affection he’s given he gladly accepts, and the most likely to offer you hugs out of all of them, literally for any reason doesn’t matter he’s just “wanna hug?”, someone please take care of this sopping wet old ass cat IM BEGGING-

Thats it these guys revolve around my mind 24/7 and I want to wrap them all up in blankets. Yes I know he is guilty of crimes against humanity but shhhh

[theodoraflowerday]

young royals s3e5 episode reaction:

well I really hope the cliffhanger isn't horrifying bc this week is gonna be really fucking long

let's fuckin do this

"tired" and it's just him contending w the fact that erik might have been violently homophobic

i can excuse [rolls down a 6ft long papyrus] but I draw the line at being racist - august, probably

"family" LMFAO sure dumbass

seriously those girls are acting like sara and felice broke up (and I get it, friendship breakups are horrifying but damn)

"are you on something?" MY LITERAL FIRST QUESTION SKFISJFKSJFKDJF

I feel like micke is gonna die. idk.

his own letter? why?

oh. hello ludwig. i forgot what your voice sounded like.

"it's hard for her to show weakness" yeah well so it is for all of us. be a mother. show up for your son.

naaaaaaaaaaa volvete serio ludwig

wdym he was perfect. are you serious. do no adults in this show have the slightest bit of common sense?? you're talking to erik's spare my man. erik's little brother who now has to take on everything erik had to do. be the most fuckin for real rn

of fucking COURSE

"it'll be nice to celebrate you. and to meet simon too" ok that was sweet.

yeah wille being in the choir was starting to feel too weird skfjdkfjd

okay? calm your tits my man? simon hasn't said anything?

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON????? HE'S LITERALLY DEFENDING ERIK?????????

oooooookay kristina jr.

ohhhh it was sara's locker. ok.

oh micke is dead isn't he

FELICE DOING WILLE'S NAILS AAAAAA

HE'S PAINTING THEM PURPLE SOULMATISM

also is this the writers acknowledging the nonbinary wille headcanons bc.......

I can't believe wille likes doing his nails. that's so fuckin nonbinary of him.

god I wish micke had been dead. that is SO much worse.

pls don't get into a car crash sara

linda honey no. it doesn't fit him perfectly it's goddamn huge on him.

love shouldn't be this hard I agree linda

oh fuck me

oh her little face sara no

oh sara is breaking my goddamn heart

WILLE'S PURPLE NAILS

wilhelm, why do you have nail polish remover in your room

MI WILLE I'M GONNA FUCKING BLOW MY BRAINS OUT

omg malin was willing to be bribed. back to fanon malin we go (after the shit show that was season 2)

WHY IS HE WEARING THE PYJAMA PANTS AGAIN SIMON

okay this is killing me inside. this is too much.

BECAUSE THERE'S A RISK OF POISONING SJFKDJFKJFDKFJDKFKFKFKDLRK

simon's FACE im

SHE CURTSIED @ SIMON

I know he must have felt disgusting sjfkdjfk

after pretty much 3 years of a polar opposite fanon interpretation I cannot *believe* I'm witnessing kristina and ludwig being genuinely happy about meeting simon. this is so insane

august are you staring at sara's boobs

oh a rolex

OH IS IT BECAUSE OF ERIK

IT IS BECAUSE OF ERIK OG FUCKKKKK

I missed sara and felice I'm ngl. I love my tiny baby girls

oh kristina is about to throw up isn't she lmfao

ludwig is being weirdly nice. this is so strange.

ludwig and simon chatting away while kristina is about to choke and die

hold on. IS kristina gonna die?

even during wille's birthday they can't stop yapping about erik. my god do royals genuinely only care about their firstborn? god

NOT DILF HUNTER SJROSUFOSIDOD

class bad boy slfjdlgj I think they had to have done that on purpose. I mean vincent didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of giving him another award. I can assure you.

august is such a *sad* character oh my god

I WISH I HAD DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLY WITH YOU NAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW

oh of course she kissed him.

WHAT A SNITCH WTF

im

"please don't leave me alone with your parents like that again" honestly wille they could've eaten him alive

my god wilhelm you're being SO NASTY

OH HE'S GOING OFFF

oh ldkgldjgldjfldjffl

I can ASSURE YOU during my s2 liveblogging at one point I basically wrote "[points at ludwig] AND YOU" bc i was so fucking done with his bullshit skrjdlrkdlrkld

to hear wille going AND *YOU* is fucking sending me help

IT ISN'T EASY TO BE BOTH YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR BOSS OH FUCK OFF KRISTINA

I NOTICED BECAUSE YOU'RE SO USELESS AT BOTH HOLY FUCKING SWEET JESUS CHRIST

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD

me rn:

my god this is the most cathartic shit I've seen in my life

OH AND SIMON IS WATCHING THE WHOLE THING

god

I knew the cliffhanger was gonna be that

but I didn't expect them to cry like that nor did I expect ME to cry like that

bro I'm sobbing I can't wait another week