#shaming myself rn but

[watery-melon-baller]

fun fact im an ao3 god. i can navigate shit so easy. have a fic you read a few years ago but dont remember much except for like the basic plot? im your fucking GAL.

[chronicpaingirlie]

they should invent a way to live as a disabled person without overwhelming shame :(

[alicornze7]

The pacing is a wee bit weird but this took 2 whole days so bear with me here

(oh God it's even cheesier than the first post)

The aftermath

[from-the-clouds]

giving kendall roy a blowjob pls

i have a fic about this here buuuttt i've been so down bad for ken lately and am embarrassed to say i literally dropped all my WIPs to also write this. inspired by this gif from @technicolourtelevision. also please follow my succ sideblog if u are a kendall girlie like myself @kendollroyco!

warnings: smut under the cut (18+ only, oral sex m receiving, degradation, dom!kendall - sorry but i want him to be mean to me) not proofread, and potentially just bad -- i wrote this in like a 30 minute fugue state.

first off, where you do this is kind of important because there are sooooo many good opportunities. maybe you work for him and he's making you suck him off under your desk, his hand down the front of your blouse. you have to go to the bathroom after to clean yourself up because your mascara is smudged and he's ruined your hair. or maybe you're on your knees for him in the back of a car, and he's refusing to roll up the partition. the straps of the gown you've got on are falling off your shoulders, and you're worried about getting caught but he's shoving your head down and he's whispering shit like 'but you're taking it anyways, aren't you?' and you can't help but moan as he shifts his hips so you take him even deeper.

but REALLY what i think about is like, in the most recent episode when he talks about not sleeping well. you're his girlfriend who lives with him, but you hardly see him. and one night when he comes home late you can just tell he's tense, like, ready to snap at anyone who gets in his way. you're curled up wearing one of his old harvard sweatshirts maybe watching tv or looking at your phone and he looks so fucking good in one of those suits that fits him like a glove.

when you ask him how he's doing, he's short and snippy. 'fine.'

'you stressed or something?' you ask, rather than start an argument.

'fuckin', uh, i don't know, what does it look like?'

you're sort of taken aback by how rude his response it, standing over you with his hands on his hips. 'don't tell me you waited up this late for me....' he's trying to chastise you, but you can see right through him.

'you're working too much' you sit up.

'uh-huh, right. i don't want to hear your shit right now, i'm fuckin' exhausted-' and he's trying to be mean, to push you away.

'i bet. all you do is toss and turn at night,' you agree.

you reach out, hook your fingers around the cool silver of his belt buckle and yank. he steps forward, even if his eyebrows are still pinched together, his lips curled down into a frown.

'i could give you something that might help.'

by the time you've pulled his briefs down to his ankles, his face has neutralized, even though his hands are still on his hips. you drop to your knees, ignoring the chill of the italian marble. he smiles a little, then, puts a hand on top of your head.

you don't go slow, you don't want to, and he doesn't let you. he pulls your hair and jerks his hips into your mouth. you take him all, using your hands to spread the slick from gagging on him several times around. of course, he talks you through it, tells you exactly what to do and how he wants it in that deep, raspy voice, which only gets deeper when he's turned on.

'god, you're such a fucking slut.'

and you don't care about looking pretty while you blow him. no, you might normally try to be cute about it, but when he's mean it only makes you more feral. you choke and gasp until tears run from the corner of your eyes and you're drooling, straddling his foot and grinding yourself against his black prada oxford's.

you whine and mewl around him, mouth so full the noises are unintelligible. 'you're so pathetic,' he groans, looking down at you, and you can tell he's getting close because his voice doesn't have the same conviction as before. 'that's it, atta girl, just take it.'

the more you allow yourself to get into it, the more turned on you get. the more turned on you are, the more desperate and filthy you want to feel. it just keeps building, compounding. until you take him just a little too far and retch. 'easy, easy.' kendall pulls back, his voice stern.

glancing up, he almost looks concerned. he scolds you. 'control yourself.'

you're pissed that it nearly sobers you up. 'shhh,' you hiss, swat his hand away from where it's landed on your cheek.

'okay, fine, if you fuckin' want it that bad.' his fingers fist the back of your head again.

immediately, you wrap your lips back around his cock. you use both hands to jerk him while you suck on his tip, bobbing your head and humming around him.

he gets quiet, and that's your cue. he's not great at using his words when he's about to come, but it's a good indication to keep up the rhythm you've built and not stop under any circumstances.

'uh-huh, that's-fuck!' ken makes sure he's buried in the back of your throat when he comes, hard, his hips stilling their movements, but he keeps your head in place with both his hands until he's sure you've swallowed everything he has to give you.

at some point, you pull away and slump against the back of the couch. your eyes are watering, your face feels impossibly hot, and your jaw aches. it's hard to see straight, so you cover your eyes with your hand.

'jesus,' kendall mutters your name.

you peek at him between your fingers to see him squat down. now he's on the same level as you. he moves your hand away from your face, a look of genuine curiosity etched in his features. you'd never blown him like that before. 'where'd that come from, sweetheart?'

'it's dumb,' you shake your head, a little embarrassed. 'i listened to this podcast...'

the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, hand under your chin so you are forced to look at him. 'uh-huh?' he asks. 'at home all day fuckin' uh....taking notes on how to give me good head?'

'shut up,' you go to smack his head away, feeling a new warmth rise to your cheeks, but he grabs your wrist and hauls you against his chest, nose poking into your hair, lips on your cheek.

'is there, uh, anything else they had to say on there i might be interested in learning about?'

'potentially,' you answer. 'if you have all night...'

he laughs, a comforting rumble right into your ear. 'i do.'

[abyssalhuntersnerd]

It's that time of the year again where I put the fish and Amiya in the washing machine...

[reesdomain]

Sylus landing in about a day now I’m ready to fucking pop😮‍💨🫡

Literally throbbing in anticipation. I’ve been waiting months just for them to give me the man of my dreams (Sylus is the literal embodiment of my ideal Prince Charming since I was a little girl)

[theinsomniacindian]

We need to talk more about past special interests that you feel nostalgic about but can't return to because of a lack of true passion or an aversion to said interest

[angelsdean]

seeing that scene where sam is talking to dean abt when he used to read him knights of the round table comics and how he felt he could never go on a quest like that and saying he felt unclean and impure like but now, now these trials are ~purifying~ him...respectfully, sam, you sound so unhinged. and also yet another classic case of sam's revisionist history and re-writing his own memories and feelings once he has more context. like, sure, sam may have felt like a freak growing up, because of hunting. because of always being an outsider at every new school. because of all the secrets he had to keep from regular people. but the demon blood did not make him physically any different. the demon blood did not come with symptoms of otherness that young sam would've felt. and sam doesn't even learn abt the demon blood until post-stanford. they don't even know about demons or that the thing that killed mary IS a demon until s1. you were not impure or unclean, sammy, you were just like, a regular outcasted kid with a lot going on at home. been there, it's fine ur fine. ur being a freak abt these trials tho

[revivisection]

it's friday the 13th post skeleton sex

something something give a dog a bone

[charliespringverse]

i think it should be possible to scream without making any noise or disturbing anyone or inviting any questions . just sometimes . as a treat .

[sieglinde-freud]

thinking about them and banging my head against the wall again whats new. they are making me so emo. god. what the fuck

[djosephqueery]

just some boys being soft <3

[fadeintoyou1993]

giving myself the challenge of going to the gym and stopping by the post office at 9am tomorrow. granting myself the grace of 9:30 if things go south. and if i fail thats okay as long as i do what i need 2 do... its very simple really

[insecateur]

I love the implication lysandre and lusamine are besties. I also love that rose is besties with fucking maxie and Lysandre.

lusamine n lysandre should be besties she could forcibly fix him i think. also lysandre & rose is so underrated people are too afraid to let a french man and an english man work together

[luvuomi]

SETHOS TRAILER OMFG IT WAS SO RAHHHSHDNWJWJJW

[mqfx]

i need someone to be the bearer of spoilers so bad but i don't want it to be any of u guys bc i don't want u to be spoiled by my work. i need some uninvolved third party. you think my professor is available