#she did not tell me it was for the meanwhile and that it was only for when my asthma was triggered really badly

[ratatatastic]

welcome to the highly anticipated response to "chip it into forsy's corner" that is "chucky's a funny guy 😊😊 (refuses to elaborate whatsoever)"

this just in kitties (reino) excited to get the nuclear codes turned on them because they are freaks more news at 11

[novashelby]

"His Desk Pet"- Tommy Shelby x Reader

Pairing: Tommy Shelby Warnings: Sub!reader, Dom!Tommy, cock warming, degrading language, humiliation, voyeurism, exhibition, choking, rough. Slight dubcon. Word Count: 1.2k Summary: Tommy wants his little pet to sit under his desk, be quiet, and warm his aching cock. The catch? His brothers are sitting just across from him.

War does things to people, and for Tommy Shelby, it was the blanket feeling of not giving a fuck. ‘Not giving a fuck’ was, of course, subjective. Though, it made his company quite uncomfortable. Tucked away, under his desk like the good pet he told her that she was, he undid his trousers. There was a hidden attempt at being discreet. While she was under there, his two brothers sat across from him; playing the role of oblivious. Of course, neither of them were. Arthur had caught the shadow of her foot through the space between the desk and the floor. John? He eyed Tommy as his hands fumbled with the belt. But remember, Tommy does not give a fuck. 

John offered him an amused look, motioning to the desk. “Really? Are we a bloody audience to your fookin’ circus?” Arthur on the other hand leaned back, nursing his whiskey. He eyed his slightly younger, but more demanding younger brother with equal disgust and curiosity.

Tommy one handedly flipped through the accounts booklet that was scribbled with numbers and names. Drying he said, “I don’t know what you are talking about, John.” Meanwhile, just under that desk, she rested a bit hunched on her knees. He had one rule, one request; cockwarm him. Don’t move your mouth was what he had said to her. No licking, sucking, bobbing your head. Just warm me with that pretty mouth, Eh? With his left hand, he stroked himself hard, rubbing the precum at the top. She watched as he pushed his fingers at her. Without being told, she took his fingers in and cleaned them, devouring his taste. She had to hold back a little whine as he pulled them from her mouth and hit the back on her head to silently tell her to take him. “Now, boys-”

“You can’t be fookin’ serious,” John laughed with a wheeze. “What is she doing? Sucking your langer under the fucking desk?” He turned to Arthur, hitting his chest. “Are we seriously going to talk fixed boxing matches with-”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, John,” Tommy repeated, his eyes looking down at her, unimpressed. Her lips rested comfortably half way; his cock filling just before her gag reflex. Even so, her jaw felt sore. Little bubbles of drool decorated the corners of her lips. With a heavy hand on the back of her head, he pushed her down. Just with a look, he reminded her that you need to warm the whole cock, not only what you can take. 

Arthur rubbed his temple. “A maid?”

Tommy let out a sigh as she took him down completely, her mouth warm and comforting around him. She on the other hand fought against the gags and chokes, drool streaming down her chin. But she was to just keep herself like that. It felt so…degrading? But the tingle between her legs told her that she liked it. Very much, actually. The fact that they knew she was under there, being obedient and good, but also very much a fucking slut. Or how he so casually ignored their curiosities. She fought through the pain radiating around her lips, jaw, and throat for her own sick, twisted pleasure for being humiliated. “Friday night, we will have to-”

“Is it Lizzie?” John asked.

“A whore?”

“That horse lady that you were fucking when-”

Tommy snorted. “Listen, she likes to be ignored. In fact, the more you ignore her, the faster I get off on the whole ordeal.” Arthur and John uncomfortably shifted in their seats and motioned for him to continue. Tommy droned on. But her, the toy under the desk, drowned them out with the sounds of her own spit gurgling. She did her best not lick or suck, or come across as bratty. Drool streamed from her lips, pooling around the floor and on his boots. Her once crisp, neat white blouse was stained with wet marks, clinging to her skin. Tommy eyed her, grinning as her nostrils flared, trying to keep up with breathing. Her whole face was red and flushed. As the gentleman he was, his hand kindly stroked her warm cheek. 

Arthur was starting to become intrigued. “So, lemme ask one question.”

Tommy, lost in her eyes, smiled at her before touching the other cheek. “Good girl,” he mouthed before responding to his brother. “I prefer if you didn’t-”

“But I am,” Arthur cut him off, scratching at his ear. “Is she some type of…ah…um, what do they call it, Johnny boy?” John shrugged, laughing how if anyone was going to know, it’d be him. “A fetish thing…a pet-”

“A pet?” Tommy scoffed, amused, looking at him before at her. Her eyes never left him; big, round, and beautiful. So innocent and telling, yet he knew her too well. “Are you a pet?” he asked, laughing a little. “Hm?” He spoke to her as if she had limited brain cells. She sank a bit, moaning against him. “No, I don’t think you're a pet.” That is when his fingers squeezed her nose and she flipped out, hands slapping against his legs. The overwhelming feeling of not being able to breathe made her gain a sense of severity. Trapped and stuck with another holding her life in his hands. For what was only a few seconds felt like minutes. When he let go of her nose, she fought to suck in all of the air in the room. Tommy laughed, rubbing her cheek again. “No, Arthur, I care about my pets-”

“Tommy!” John choked. “Fookin’ ‘ell,” he sighed, scratching his nose. Arthur had to look away for a second, trying to compose his thoughts. He started to believe he didn’t have any; lost and shocked.

“Get off,” Tommy told her and she was thankful to finally relax her face. It was red, puffy, and messy, and her lips were swollen and pathetic. He swiped at her wet eyes that watered from the pain before he ‘kindly’ massaged her jaw. “Good girl…stand up, come on.” She crawled from under the desk and stood up. John and Arthur immediately looked at her before each other. Tommy pulled her in, enjoying the mess she made of herself. “You’re all messy,” he cooed, wiping her face with his handkerchief. “Come here, hm?” She got closer as he tended to her, rubbing her back. He tossed the cloth to the table before looking at his brothers. She felt a bit embarrassed, turning her head. Without saying anything, he pinched her chin to look forward. “Now, which one are you going to suck off first, eh?” She choked out, turning to him, unsure of what he was asking. He matched her frown with a smirk. “Choose wisely, one is an animal and the other likes to slap his whores around.”

Arthur coughed, nearly dropping his whiskey. “The fuck you’re gonna ask us that!” John blushed a bit in the cheeks, averting his eyes with a grin. 

“Tommy, no…not after she just had you balls deep down her throat-”

Tommy leaned back, taking a smoke from his back and throwing it. His eyes scanned over her before saying. She felt like an animal in a cage at the zoo, everyone studying her. “She’s got two other holes, John. She has no objection to being used in any way needed of her. Isn’t that right?” He looked up at her.

Swallowing, she replied in a hoarse, unsure voice, “yes, sir.”

That made Tommy pleased. “Good girl. Now choose.”

[caitified]

Avoiding caitlin because you have a crush on her after being friends for a while but she gets suspicious and finds out by interrogating you and forcing you to confess meanwhile she feels the same way and kisses you

AVOIDANCE

CAITLIN CLARK X READER

comments: getting to all my requests now!

warnings: none

you and caitlin clark had been inseparable since your freshman year at iowa. from the moment you stepped onto campus, she’d taken you under her wing, made sure you felt like you belonged. it started with extra shooting drills after practice and late-night junk food runs during midterms, and somewhere along the way, it became everything. you were her shadow, her constant. on the court, you had this sixth sense with each other—she’d dish out a no-look pass, and you’d already be there to finish. off the court, it was easy. effortless.

but it stopped being effortless when you realized you were in love with her.

it hit you like a freight train one night in your shared apartment. you were on the couch, her long legs draped across your lap as you both mindlessly watched a movie. she’d laughed at something, her hazel eyes crinkling at the corners, and you’d felt it in your chest—this undeniable ache, this overwhelming need to just be hers.

you tried to ignore it, but it only got worse. the way her long brown hair fell in loose waves after practice, the way she’d push up the sleeves of her hoodie to reveal her toned forearms, the way her big hands would linger on your back during a hug—it was all too much. you couldn’t breathe around her without wanting more, and it scared the hell out of you.

so you did the only thing you could think of: you started pulling away.

you stopped hanging out one-on-one. you claimed you were too busy with classes, with extra workouts, with anything you could use as an excuse. at practice, you avoided her eyes, focused on your own drills, didn’t stay late like you used to.

it didn’t take long for her to notice. caitlin was nothing if not observant, and you could feel her eyes on you every time you brushed her off or avoided her touch. she didn’t say anything at first, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

it came to a head after a late-night practice. the gym was empty except for the two of you, and you were hoping to slip out unnoticed when her voice stopped you cold.

“y/n,” she called, sharp and commanding, like one of her on-court directives.

you froze, your heart racing as you turned to face her. she was standing at the free-throw line, her hands on her hips, her hazel eyes boring into you.

“what’s going on with you?” she demanded, walking toward you. her long strides ate up the space between you until she was standing right in front of you, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of her shampoo.

“nothing,” you said quickly, looking anywhere but at her. “i’ve just been busy, that’s all.”

“bullshit.” her tone was sharp, but her eyes softened as she searched your face. “you’ve been avoiding me. don’t lie to me, y/n. just tell me what’s wrong.”

your chest tightened, and you took a step back, trying to put some distance between you. “it’s nothing, caitlin. seriously.”

she followed, closing the gap you’d just created. “no. you don’t get to do this. we’ve been best friends for three years, and now you’re just shutting me out? what the hell, y/n?”

her voice cracked on your name, and it broke something in you. you couldn’t do this anymore.

“because i’m in love with you!” you blurted, the words tumbling out before you could stop them. your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to keep going. “and i can’t—i can’t just be your friend anymore, okay? i can’t sit next to you, or laugh with you, or play with you without wanting more. and it sucks, because i know you don’t feel the same way, and it’s killing me, caitlin. so yeah, i’ve been avoiding you, because it’s easier than pretending i’m fine when i’m not.”

you stopped, your chest heaving, tears stinging your eyes as you finally met her gaze. her expression was unreadable, and your stomach sank.

“say something,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

she didn’t say anything. instead, she stepped closer, her big hands reaching out to cup your face. before you could process what was happening, her lips were on yours.

it wasn’t gentle. it was desperate, like she’d been holding back for just as long as you had, and now that the dam had broken, there was no stopping it. her fingers tangled in your hair, her body pressing against yours as you kissed her back, your hands gripping the front of her hoodie like you needed something to hold onto.

when she finally pulled back, you were both breathless. her forehead rested against yours, her hazel eyes soft and full of something that made your heart race.

“you’re an idiot,” she said, her voice low and shaky.

“what?” you blinked at her, confused.

“you think i don’t feel the same way?” she shook her head, a small, incredulous smile tugging at her lips. “y/n, i’ve been in love with you for years. i just didn’t know how to tell you.”

your breath hitched, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. “you mean—”

“yes,” she interrupted, her thumb brushing your cheek. “i’m in love with you. i’ve been in love with you, and you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

you laughed, a shaky, disbelieving sound, and she kissed you again, softer this time, like she had all the time in the world.

thanks for reading! requests open!

[melrosing]

What is Dany fans' beef with Jaime?

idkkkk like as ever, not all Dany stans, i follow a fair few who just don’t give a shit about Jaime and all power to them. I don’t think tarring everyone w the same brush is helpful. and also it’s worth adding that Dany gets a LOT of hate from many corners of fandom, I would say more than perhaps any other POV. this is a big part of why she has such a defensive fandom. the bad takes about Dany are genuinely so, so bad, and they are thrown around every day.

but yeah there are a handful of stans who will whip out their bad faith Jaime takes at a moment’s notice, and I get the impression that this is bc they believe themselves to be on the defensive against Jaime stans as a group. yet the only evidence I’ve ever seen for that is a handful of vastly inflated twitter arguments they’ve had with 2-3 show Jaime pfps that I, a Jaime stan of some years now, had never fuckin heard of.

so yeah there are a lot of posts by these stans saying Jaime stans want Dany dead bc we’re scared she’ll ruin his redemption arc and kill him and she makes him look bad and w/e which is just…. I mean as I say I’ve been active in Jaime fandom for a while now and I have basically never seen these talking points made by any big jaime stan. I can’t speak for show stans or random accounts w 20 followers, but as far as the Jaime stans who actively and regularly contribute to the fandom go - idk I just haven’t seen it.

and I’m gonna be real Ive never imagined that Dany would have ANY real impact on Jaime’s redemption arc, which has a whole lot more to do w Brienne, Cersei, the Starks, the Lannisters more broadly, etc etc. I am not worried about Dany killing Jaime either, bc however he dies, I don’t see how it would narratively make sense - for either of them - if Dany had anything much to do with it. they are tied up w different characters, themes, story strains, and so on. and also, I think Jaime would probably LIKE dany. maybe they’ll meet under tense circumstances, so perhaps they don’t hit it off as they might have, but Jaime likes ppl like Dany: she’s honest and honourable, without any pretences. Dany meanwhile, has valid reasons to be suspicious of Jaime. So I’d really like the two of them to have an opportunity to talk about the rebellion, her parents, and maybe why he did what he did to Aerys. I think they’re two people who could understand each other given the right opportunity.

and I also really like Dany, I have always liked her. but even talking on my own blog about the fact that I DON’T like bad faith Jaime takes has ended up w random Dany stans writing hundreds of words about how that’s just bc I secretly hate Dany stans and Dany herself and I’M supposedly a violent misogynist who only likes Jaime bc I can get off to jb etc etc (if this seems like a complete non sequitur that’s bc it is) so honestly, it’s hard for me to say what their beef is. as I have already said, Dany undeniably gets vast amounts of hate, and I have seen it come from all corners. but to claim that Jaime fandom are major proponents of this is just a lie, and who knows why they tell it.

[waterghostype]

not so tall now are you

[theokusgallery]

I hate that I have reoccurring themes in everything I make. YES this guy has a complex over the fact that everyone prefers his sibling AGAIN. YES he was ostracized by his peers since he was in primary school and never knew why until years later. URGH

[tokcshie]

With eyebrows furrowed, Michikatsu hoped that he was making the right decision by not taking the demon king’s offer — although the prospect of greater power and evading death sounded tempting, he knew that pain and suffering would also come along. Before Michikatsu became a demon slayer, he watched the way a demon took the lives of his men during his time as a samurai before Yoriichi arrived. By then, Michikatsu was left as the sole survivor of his camp.

And after those events, Michikatsu never told anyone, not even his twin brother how nightmares of that night would plague him. The screams, the bloodshed, the grotesque look of the demon that attacked his men. After all, he couldn’t afford to look weak in his brother’s eyes. So he kept that part to himself and kept a solemn expression.

“… whatever happens, don’t get yourself killed trying to save me.”

Michikatsu silently followed, as he too was on the lookout for any signs of demon activity or the demon king himself. A hand casually rested on the handle of his sword just in case. The sun was fully set as they walked through the woods.

When Yoriichi spoke, Michikatsu glanced over at him with a slight nod. Though he still felt slightly conflicted, deep inside he knew that he never wanted to become a demon. He just wanted to have their father’s approval and finally be good enough at something, anything. And his brother acknowledging that he finally did something right, felt odd. Not in a bad way but in a sense that Michikatsu had grown so used to hearing insults from their father, that it was slightly unsettling. “I…- thank you, brother.” He murmured.

“…. They won’t. Because I was the one who almost betrayed the slayer corps.”

Muzan wasn’t someone who often visited people since the demon king only came around if somebody was worthy of being turned into a demon. So the chances of running into him tonight were slim, however, Michikatsu was aware that he’d eventually show up to try and kill him. His eyes scanned the dark forest that surrounded them. Meanwhile the younger Tsugikuni twin walked beside him.

Even though Michikatsu still felt envious about Yoriichi, he was determined to use that envy to do something good. After the visit to the master’s residence and if they kicked him out, he was going to write all about moon breathing and breathing techniques in general. He wasn’t going to let these dark thoughts consume him — he wasn’t weak minded.

“… you joined the demon slayer corps because of the loss of your wife?” Michikatsu carefully asked, looking over at his brother. Though he never met his sister in law, based on the way Yoriichi spoke so highly about her, the elder Tsugikuni could tell that she was a kind person who genuinely loved his brother. Maybe, he would’ve liked to have known his sister in law.

While the two men walked side by side, Michikatsu’s kept a poker face despite his different thoughts about everything that was happening — him almost becoming a demon, him turning his back on the demon king at the last moment, what would happen at the master’s mansion, what would their next move be once they reported everything they knew about Muzan, etc. all while Yoriichi sounded excited about the upcoming battle.

…

Michikatsu looked over at his brother with slight curiosity as he wondered what would happen if they combined sun breathing and moon breathing to fight Muzan.

He looked up at him, his eyes reflecting the sunset, and nodded solemnly. “Alright, we’ll go to the master’s mansion tonight and tell him everything. We can’t let this go on any longer.” He stood, his movements swift and decisive, the weight of their conversation apparent in his posture.

He felt a sense of relief wash over him as he watched his brother prepare for the journey ahead. He knew that he could count on him his word and then to help him in any way possible. Together, they packed their belongings and made sure to gather enough supplies for their trip. The area was filled with a tense silence as they readied themselves, each lost in their own thoughts about the impending confrontation.

“That will not need to happen brother, because nothing is going to happen to you.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two brothers set out into the night, the cool breeze carrying with it the faint scent of the nearby forest. Yoriichi, ever the cautious one, took the lead, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. Their footsteps echoed softly on the cobblestone path leading away from the village, a stark contrast to the bustling sounds they had grown accustomed to.

“You made the right choice brother, I want you to know that.” He walked beside him, his hand gripping the strap of his bag tightly. The weight of his decision bore heavily on his shoulders, but the resolve in his heart was unshakeable. He knew that he couldn't live with the guilt of his past mistakes if he didn't at least try to right his wrongs. Like his brother he had failed, he had let people down, he had made great mistakes, but he wished to correct them, he failed once with the demon king, never again will he fail. The siblings' bond had always been strong, and now it was about to be tested like never before.

“I believe they will banish me for my mistakes.”

They journeyed through the night, the moon casting a silver glow over the landscape. Yoriichi's eyes remained sharp, noticing every small detail, every potential threat that lurked in the shadows. He was a force of nature, a sun blazing with the will to protect those around him. Yet, even with his immense power, he knew that facing Muzan was going to be a challenge. Just because he did it once before, did not mean he could do it again, but with his brother, it was possible.

He walked alongside him, his thoughts racing with a mix of fear and determination. He had never felt so alive, so focused. The path ahead was fraught with danger, but he had made his choice. He would not let his brother bear the burden of his failure alone.

“Keep going …”

They talked in hushed tones as they traveled, sharing what little information they had gathered about Muzan and his whereabouts. Yoriichi spoke of his suspicions, his mind racing with strategies and tactics to take down the demon king. Despite the gravity of the situation, there was an underlying current of excitement in his voice—the thrill of the hunt, the promise of a challenge that could push his abilities to their limits.

[wereshrew-admirer]

conflicting desires for lyke and duvall in sangfielle season 2:

-duvall low-key resenting lyke over the chine thing

-lyke high-key resenting duvall over the oratorio thing and EXPECTING duvall to resent him over chine but instead it's the same one-sided tension that they had on the jade moon

i want them to be involuntary friends. I want it to look like a huge 8ft tall straight* guy calling his obviously gay best friend a wretched bitch and everyone is a little uncomfortable about it except for duvall, who may or may not be behind lyke's bizarrely bad luck when it comes to flies landing in his drinks.

(*i don't think lyke is straight but i do think he's the type of bisexual man that people assume is straight)

[hsslilly-blog]

claire’s father 100% knows it was sebastian who told claire’s mother about the affair (because who else would have been? claire?). and sebastian knows he knows too.

[bobadila]

Jesus Christ, I ran a mile today with my backpack on and I did NOT have my inhaler. It has been several hours since then and I'm still wheezing!? WTF!!

[charliethemanticore]

Hi btw being trans does not automatically grant you supernatural understanding of all esoteric trans knowledge. You actually need to put effort into learning or put effort into keeping quiet about things that don't pertain to your specific experience

[introspectivememories]

funniest possible outcome for the "who is izuku's dad?" question is if afo very dramatically reveals that he is izuku's father a la darth vader on the battlefield -- "that's right izuku.... i am your father!" -- and everyone stops in shock but izuku just looks confused and is like "what? no you're not. my dad is midoriya hisashi" and afo is like "you foolish boy, midoriya hisashi is my alias! i am your father!" and izuku just goes, "what? no you're not. papa works in hokkaido. that's why he's not home often. look, we went to the musutafu aquarium 3 months ago." and he pulls out his phone and starts flipping through his gallery and just shows afo countless photos of inko and hisashi holding hands, holding baby izuku, izuku sitting on hisashi's shoulders. cue the league in back going, "well this is awkward"

[navree]

you really have to admire my dad's cousin for not even telling us my great aunt was sick until she's literally about to go into hospice care while we're all across the ocean, that's such a nice thing to do :)

[cambrianera]

holy FUCK i am so tired of being fucking screamed at if i speak in anything other than customer service voice in my own fucking home

[bittersweet-reckoner]

stuck between muting Taylor swift off my dash to preserve my own sanity or keeping things as they are out of morbid curiosity of what horrible terrible lyric has been unearthed from this unreasonably long album

[alwaysbethewest]

Dave York is an older, edgier (read: murdery) Marcus Pike 🤷‍♀️ It’s totally possible to remain on the edge of the pit as an observer. I’ve watched Equalizer 2 an embarrassing number of times and haven’t fallen in.

No chance against Joel and a knife, the “you’re next” smirk, and “WHAT TOWN.” I’ll dig the holes for that man’s dead bodies 🥲

Received this yesterday and honestly couldn't reply to it because every time I read that second paragraph and remembered that scene I felt tingly all over and could no longer function 🥴

I do find Dave an interesting character but I don't find myself drawn to interpretations of him that are, I guess, redemptive? I prefer ones that embrace his dark side.