#she got me kicking my feet back and forth tbh especially after i said she made a nice lady

[todayisyourturntolose]

the horrible histories point/click game but its just the part with mat in drag bcuz guess who downloaded an entire flash game catalog just so they could play this game and get to this bit

[huntingingoodwill]

do not watch anna 😭 its really not worth it, i watched it after taking a 5 hour long exam as a treat....nearly started crying bc it just was not good and it was only lenny miller saving the movie! all you need to know about him was he was a cia agent and he did not have much personality which is great bc we can headcanon him 🔥 but i recommend in the heart of the sea cillians character is so cute and i always wanted to backstory him like how this fandom created henry wilson (btw are we open to henry wilson headcanons bc he is so 🥰)

ANDDDD stopppp )): that halloween hc was so cute i don't celebrate the holiday but 'bloody' kisses with jon is just so <33333 i just got out of class so now im thinking professor crane thoughts and like being his s.o. and t.a. would be everything tbh and when jon has to write a report for his darling he'd probably write something bad and mean behind her back like "1/10 do not recommend bad at paying attention keeps spilling my coffee" just so he can keep her as a t.a. forever and darling is just clueless to this and shes fine with it bc cmon she loves him ): and also professor crane being such a pain in the butt like he peeps over her neck while shes grading papers and she leaves a comment criticizing something someone said and jon's all like...

"are you sure about that?"

"yes.....no. why? am i wrong? )):"

and he doesn't say anything else because he's annoying but he makes like that tch. noise ppl do when they hiss in through their teeth, but all because he wants darling to depend on him only !!! you think your brain is smart? THINK AGAIN! all the answers lie with professor crane alone and he will make darling doubt and doubt and doubt until she relies on him for absolutely everything bc he is insane !!!!

i just realized all of my asks are always so long im so sorry that is all now good day/night cbale 🤍 (gonna call you cbale for calling me rpat)

i felt the same way with in time!! just biding my time through the timberlake scenes so i could see 💕raymond💕

5 hours. im sweating thinking about it ☠️

i was holding off writing for lenny bc i was worried i didn’t know enough about him/didn’t have any bright ideas but in that case if you ever wanna talk about lenny go ahead!! i think i’ll be able to get it. authority figure go brr and so on and so forth.

thanks so much for the rec rpat 💕 will definitely put that on my list. once i watch it we can backstory him. ✨together✨

i’m absolutely open to henry hcs! he was the first lil character i ever wrote something for so he is always welcome

professor crane <3

uni students have better things to do than speculate but whenever their students see them they’re like 👀 oop- they lowkey ship them. especially because jc’s such a stiff in that setting that compared to him darling seems infinitely less awkward. a cute opposites attract moment. students glancing at each other whenever they get close during lectures. nosy nosy.

they totally only hang out with each other, eating lunch/coffee breaks in his office, walking through campus together. they're just.. the duo.

darling sits on his desk/kicks her feet up on it to annoy him and stop him from doing work when she's bored. it's a little irritating but he loves her!

her bringing him his sweet coffee every morning >> extra pump of caramel for our favorite professor

i need ur thoughts rpat would jon's handwriting be neat or messy. either way darling's gonna clown on it whenever she gets a note from him.

what a meanie! a total lonely sadboy. he just wants her by his side always. he'd be such a yan creep pre-dating. a cute t.a. asks darling out and suddenly he's moving across the globe the next day. wild. what a coincidence. he'd sneak around trying to figure out her interests. darling walking into his office and catching him fumbling to turn off his phone because he was listening to her favourite band. just a normal guy listening to normal music he found through normal means.

he's so condescending! an awful man. would make her doubt herself sm, just raise his eyebrows and be like "well... if that's what you think." and turn away, keep her confused and in the dark. he does this until he watches her automatically bite her lip and have her eyebrows furrow while going through papers, just seeming really insecure, and he turns from being derisive to make her doubt herself to being so kind and helpful so darling thinks of him as so so nice. when she starts going "jonnn can you help me check this please :(" he knows he's won. yes. i am the big brain man. toxic.

remember the robert/secretary post-it notes thing <3 i think they'd do it too :,) darling returning stacks of graded papers with a little post-it on top that has their initials in a heart. cheesy. them handing back the papers to the class forgetting to remove the post-it and the student who accidentally got it looking at it like 👁👄👁

don't apologise!! i love your long asks. and aw!! yes i'm christian now. americano psycho. and um... ford v ferrari? vroom vroom. i'm realising i don''t know a lot of his movies

also i realised i said id reblog the stephen chow gif then i didnt. i actually will this time

thank u sm robert ily!! <3 love love doing hcs with u

[afriendlyblackhottie]

could you please write about big dick daddy chris spitting into the reader’s mouth as a punishment after she said a bad word infront of him? 😳

Bad Words (Language)

Summary: Reader’s been acting like a brat all day and Chris isn’t going to put up with that behavior.

Pairings: daddy!Chris Evans x brat!Reader

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, dubcon (better safe than sorry), spitting in mouth, throat fucking, creampie, dirty talk, degradation

(A/N: okay. This one got a little wild. Thank you for this anon because I really enjoyed writing it. Um tbh I’m a little drunk right now so if you see mistakes 🤷🏾‍♀️ I guess I’ll fix them in the morning. Reblog. Love you guys 💜 ✌🏾 )

Tagging: @titty-teetee @queenoftheworldisdead @zaddychris @olyvoyl @donutloverxo @liquorlaughslove @mariahthelioness29 @hqneyyincc (I can’t remember the rest lmao I should just copy paste but I’m trying to do it al in one go I’m sorry 😭)

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“What did you just say to me?”

He was holding your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. His jaw was clenched, nostrils flared. You’d fucked up and you knew that.

Chris normally wouldn’t have cared if you said a bad word. You had a little potty mouth. Sometimes he’d have to remind you to be more polite even, but you liked how the words felt coming out of your dumb baby mouth.

The only thing you knew you weren’t allowed to do was swear at him. You didn’t normally fight. Usually any kind of disagreement would be squashed before it could blow up. Except tonight you’d been acting especially bitchy.

Making snarky little remarks, ignoring him when he spoke to you, even telling him no when he said it was time for bed. Which brought him to the last straw. You’d calling him a fucking asshole and that’s when he realized he needed to squash this behavior out now.

“No- nothing,” you stuttered out, trying to look down. Trying to make yourself look all innocent by fluttering those lashes.

You had this pout on your lip. Normally that got you out of these messes. Normally Daddy would take one look at your cute little lip and give you one of those nice big kisses you loved so much.

Except the damage had been done and there’d be no coming back. He put his hand on your neck, squeezing just enough to where you knew he meant business. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that okay. You fucking hear me?”

Your eyes were welling up with tears because you’d never made your daddy this mad before. All you could do was nod.

“I said do you fucking hear me. Use your words,” he demanded, squeezing a tad harder.

“I hear you,” you whimpered out.

He rolled his eyes. “Open your mouth.” You nodded just wanting to listen to him as you did. Not wanting to make things worse. As he spit into it you almost cried. “This is my fucking mouth you hear me?”

You nodded before forgetting what had just happened when you hadn’t spoke. “Yes, Daddy.”

“See isn’t it better when you’re a good girl for Daddy?” He said, shoving you down to the floor. He quickly pulled down his sweats so you’d get the hint. “Look at me.”

You did as told opening your mouth wide again waiting for him to shove his dick down your throat. Instead he spit into it again.

And then he shoved his dick down your throat.

He got a good grip in your hair to help you move back and forth. At this point you’d done this so many times and yet you felt like you could never really handle it. That didn’t make you not obsessed with it, though.

Your eyes were still stinging from how you almost cried when he had his hand against your throat. You really should have known better. Even the best Daddy in the world had a breaking point. You’d just finally found it.

You coughed and sputtered around him. Your slobber covering his dick and your face. It really was what you’d deserved after what you’d said.

“See look at you,” he said. “Where you fucking belong. On your knees pleasing me. You like pleasing, Daddy?”

You nodded. “Uh huh.” Was all you could say considering he hadn’t pulled you off of him.

“C’mere,” he said yanking you to your feet and not caring when you said ow with a yelp. “Shut up.” But, he still let go, grabbing your arm instead.

He kicked off his sweats before pulling you towards the bedroom. Your skin suddenly feeling itchy in your sleep clothes. You wanted him to rip them off of you.

“Daddy!” You gasped as he pushed you on the bed. He didn’t even wait for you to get comfortable before pulling you down so your head was hanging off. “H-“

You were cut off when he decided to push into mouth again. You choked around him trying to smack his thighs to let you up, but he didn’t. His balls slapping against your face with each thrust. You tried to relax. All you could do at this point was accept your fate.

Finally he did, helping you up. Tears were streaming down your face and he wiped your face. He kissed your forehead gently.

Then pushed you back on the bed. This time making sure your ass was stuck up on the bed. Presenting your pretty pussy from behind.

He tugged your shorts down your legs until they were resting above your knee. He rubbed you pussy with his cock. Teasing your lips.

You hands had pulled the comforter up in your fists. The anticipation was killing you. Nothing good came from this position. Well, orgasms duh, but you really knew you were in for a rough fucking when he had you like this. Head down ass in the air while he stood.

He rubbed your clit and you bucked your hips. You were so sensitive. Your breathing was so heavy. You knew he was about to hurt your pussy so good.

As soon as he pushed into you felt like you’d been fucked stupid. All you new was him and his big fucking dick. Stretching you over him.

“Oh,” you couldn’t say anything else.

He pulled out of you ever so gently. So gently like maybe you’d gotten away with it. You knew you were wrong because the next one he gave you was so deep and invasive. The way he pulled out only to slam back in making you bury your head into the bed.

You could feel him in your guts and there was nothing you could do about it. Not that you wanted to. As much as it hurts it get so good.

His hand wrapped around your neck again. His other on his hip as he slammed you down along his length. The same length that was scraping along that special spot in you.

“Can I cum?” You asked because he’d you didn’t want to piss him off even more.

He smacked your ass. “Do it. Cum for me.”

With his permission you did. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. He made you tilt your head back so he could look into your eyes. He was able to spit in your mouth again from his angle and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

Your hand was clenching your breast, pinching your nipple. You needed the friction so bad. It started to feel like your orgasm would never end. The aftershocks alone were driving you insane.

“Thought you could be a bitch and I wouldn’t say anything,” he pounded into you as he spoke. You screamed out into the air. At this point your juices were soaking him. “Bet you’ll never pull that shit again, huh.”

“No,” you cried. “I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry. Daddy had to teach you a lesson first.”

Your eyes were so glazed over. Then the way he was moving you just couldn’t stop it as you came for a second time. Sobbing as he looked down you with a smirk, “Daddy!”

“That’s it. That’s it.” He started grunting. The feel of your pussy tightening around him like that was bringing him close. “I’m gonna cum in you baby. Want Daddy,” he stopped to hiss, “to cum inside your pussy, Baby?”

You nodded.

“Use your fucking words.”

“Yes!” You yelled as those tears streamed down your face.

Seeing you like that was enough. He’d shoved himself all the way in then started giving you shallow thrusts as he came, coating your walls in his thick white seed. He gave you every bit.

Finally when he finished, he kissed your head before letting you go. You flopped down onto the bed trying to catch your breath. He pushed in one more time before finally pulling out.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, getting in beside you.

You clearly were not moving on your own anytime soon so he helped you onto the bed and into his arms. He kissed your head once, twice, then a third time as he held you tightly.

“It’s okay,” he said, rubbing your back. “Daddy’s got you.”

You nodded. Still not able to say anything. Your throat was definitely going to be sore in the morning.

He sighed. “How about we take a quick shower and then I’ll make you some tea?”

You nodded, but didn’t budge. He went back to kissing your forehead until you were ready to get up. At least you’d won about not going to bed on time.

[fan-writer02]

Something

Hiccup was acting... strange.

And if that wasn't the understatement of the season. She knew Hiccup. Well, not know him, but, know what he's like, what he does, and how he behaves. I mean, it wasn't like she watched him, per se, (She's not a stalker, sheesh) she just noticed when he messed up, or when he made a lame joke at the mead hall. She didn't like to talk much, especially since the only people her age were absolute idiots. So, she observed. And Hiccup was an interesting one to watch.

She felt slightly guilty to admit that his fumbles amused her.

But while everyone seemed to think he messed up 24/7, she'd have to disagree. Because they only noticed his mistakes. Even his own father seemed to only acknowledge him for the things he did wrong. She knew he did his best, and, in some situations, he even succeeded.

She'd spotted sketches on the wall at the Forge, and she highly doubted they were Gobbers. She'd seen his sloppy excuses for "weaponry designs" first hand when he attempted to draw her a new axe. After much frustration, he threw up his hands (hand) in exasperation, called for Hiccup, and had her describe what she wanted. He disappeared into that little room of his, and returned not one minute later with papers in hand. The charcoal drawings were fantastic.

Sadly, as much as he longed to follow in his father's footsteps, she knew that it just wasn't for him. He wasn't built for that type of exhertion. He was brainly, if anything.

And don't mistake her acknowledgments as coddling. She didn't favor the scrawny kid. She was just being honest, like she tried to be with all matters.

Which was why the past day's events bothered her so much. Never, as in ever, had Hiccup succeeded when it came to dragon killing. His sloppy attempts were just that. Sloppy. And attempts. He'd never once succeeded.

So how did he manage to frighten a dragon- and not a small one either- into surrender, without even using a weapon? She'd only known one person who could do that, and that was Stoick. Stoick, who had burly muscles and years of experience under his belt.

It bothered her more then she'd like to admit.

She gnawed on her lip as she thought, staring at nothing as she fiddled absently with her fork. The "gang" chatted over their food, but the conversation was lost to her. She hated secrets. Hating not being aware. And she had a strong feeling Hiccup was hiding something.

"We could be falling off the edge of the world, and I don't think you'd notice." Ruffnut huffed under her breath, nudging her in the ribs with her elbow.

Astrid jerked away, doing a double take. "What?"

"Boy, you were gone."

Astrid frowned and tucked her hand under her chin "I'm thinking." she twirled her fork between her fingers.

Tuffnut tugged on Ruff's just then, distracting her before she could prompt Astrid for an answer. Which was a relief; she didn't feel like talking.

After popping the rest of her bread into her mouth, she stood and headed to the door. After dropping her plate at the wash bins, she slipped outside.

The cold air did her a favor, cutting to her skin and effectively slapping her out of whatever daze she'd allowed herself to fall into. So, with a shake of her head, she bounded down the steps. She jumped the last ten, landing easily on her feet.

But even the cold night air couldn't drive her thoughts away. Shortly after she set out down the street, her mind fell back again onto the last day's events. How... How had Hiccup threatened a dragon, when he was obviously so tiny. Even his voice wasn't intimidating.

It was then that she realized. This mystery was going to drive her absolutely insane.

With a growl, she kicked at a wayward stone in frustration. It bounced against a stack of crates, before smacking into a nearby building. Looking up, she realized she was in fact standing in front of the Forge. She paused, the sounds of scuffling coming from within. Curiosity got the best of her, so she stepped nearer to look inside the small dirty window.

It took her a moment to decipher anything through the grime that coated the thick glass. But even with the limited sight, it wasn't hard to figure out who the small figure was that bent over the work table.

There was a single candle lit in the Forge, but it sounded like Hiccup was hard at work. Things clanged, the sound of metal against metal, and the woosh of the billows could be heard. Carefully peering through the a neighboring grimy window, she watched as Hiccup rushed back and forth between the work bench and the glowing red ovens. He seemed to be mumbling to himself.

There was a strange contraption displayed on the table. Something like a ridiculously tiny sail. A mixture of cloth and mechanisms. It looked like nothing she'd ever seen before.

What is he doing? She watched as he, in his hurry, tripped over a bucket on his way to the ovens. He went down in a heap, disappearing behind a weapon rack. It was almost comical.

Astrid tried not to dwell on the fact that she let a small smile slip.

"Stupid-" he grumbled, getting back onto his feet and continuing to the ovens, albeit much more carefully then the previous attempt. Sitting on the billows, he jumped up and down a couple of times to build the fire.

She pulled away from the window and took a few steps down the street. It didn't feel right watching like that, without him knowing she was there. It felt too close to spying, no matter how curious she was. And even if she didn't like to, she stuck to her morals.

Now she was creeping, in a matter of speaking.

Sighing, and knowing the only way to get any answers out of him was to actually talk to him, she lifted her chin and entered the building. She wasn't exactly sure what she'd do... but anything had to be better then peaking through a window like a freaking four year old spying on the baker.

Walking briskly into the Forge with all the gusto she could muster, she plucked an axe out of a nearby barrel. For a few moments, she wondered if Hiccup had even noticed she was there, for he merely continued mumbling under his breath, bent over the weird contraption.

She clunked the axe against the wood, successfully stalling him. He jumped, head whipping around to stare at her with large eyes, his sweaty hair flopping over his forehead.

"A-ah, Astrid! Hi-" He scrambled to scrape his papers together into a semi- neat pile, shoving them into his apron pocket. He wiped his hands against his pants legs, but didn't move closer.

She watched all of this, eyeballing the papers cautiously.

"Wh-what can I do for you?" He stuttered awkwardly. She looked up at his face again, absently dragging her hand down the axe blade. She struggled to find something to say.

"Just looking." She eventually settled on. He swallowed noticeably, his adam's apple bobbing. She continued. "I heard the clanging from outside, and since everyone's at the Hall, I wanted to make sure a critter hadn't crawled in and was making a mess."

The excuse/fine-line-of-a-lie surprised her with how legit it sounded. She glanced about the room again, trying to make it look like she was indeed inspecting for the suggested animal.

He gave a lopsided smile. "Ha... n-no... just me."

She gave a small nod, looking again at the unfinished devise on the table.

He seemed to read her mind, for he hastily began fiddling with it again. "I'm just working, ya know, gotta be prepared for the next raid!" He said it almost too cheerfully, but she didn't know what to gather from that. She reasoned he had a good reason for being happy, he had done well in the Ring that day, after all.

"I see. Is that another arrow catapult?" She gestured towards the devise.

He blinked, then shook his head. She noticed the way he moved his arms in nervous gestures, how one minute they were jostling at his side, picking at his sleeve, or bouncing from tool to tool. They were constantly moving.

Now, they moved from his apron pockets to the contraption behind him. He laughed nervously again.

"Um... just an experiment. Probably won't become much. In fact, you have a good point- I should just scrap it all together." He began picking up the small pieces around it, dumping them in a cup. Looking over, he peered out from behind his bangs. "Y-You sure you don't need anything..?"

She looked from him to the "experiment", then back to him. It boggled her, because he was acting like he normally did. Dorky, constantly tweaking his inventions, clumsy, and awkward. If she hadn't known about what had happened in the ring that day, she'd never have given his antics a second thought. It bugged her, because she knew that something... something was up.

But gosh darn it, she couldn't figure out what the heck it was.

"Ah... I think I'm good. Like I said, just checking in." She flipped the axe back into the barrel, before turning on her heal and ducking out the door. She paused outside for a few moments, going over everything that had just happened. Nothing odd came to mind. He was just... hiding something. And doing it disturbingly well.

Furrowing her brow, she crossed her arms and continued home.

I have absolutely no clue what this is, or what it's trying to be. It was more of a word vomit to get over this writers block then it was an actual story.

Yesterday, I decided to reread some of my older one-shots. Like the last chapter/story in my HTTYD Requested One-shots. And like... they're actually not half bad. Before reading them I always thought they were crap, ya know... but now, going back, I've realized how out of touch I've grown with my writing skills. And with all of this HTTYD 3 news and hype, I'm really starting to miss how obsessed I once was with the series.

So guess what. I'm gonna sit down during my free time -like while I'm drawing, instead of watching youtube videos- I'm gonna rewatch RTTE. I haven't watched that show in months, and tbh, I'm so excited to revisit it. Hopefully that'll get me back into the "fandom", so to speak. Just back into the mood. I miss it so much, and I'm really starting to miss the tumblr fandom as well. As much as I hate tumblr on a whole, I do miss the few nice people I'd met there. I've even contemplated returning (especially in the past couple of days). So who knows. But, I also wanna give you some of my plans for the new year.

I do want to keep writing (well, pick up writing again is probably a better way to put it), and not just for HTTYD. I'll probably write some stuff for Marvel as well, here and there, especially after Avengers 4/Engame, but I also really really want to write more HTTYD. And you know, if that means joining tumblr again to get into the "mood", then so be it!

The reason for all of this might be because we/I moved this past Fall, and I'm homesick as heck. And because of it, I'm also really sick for what I used to do back home. Like fangirling over fandoms.

I've been so set on growing up this past year. Of... going out of my comfort zone, that I pushed away my fandoms and the friends I'd made through those fandoms. (animalsarepeople2, katurdi, thepurplewriter333 *hugs*) And I am just lonely. I miss hanging out with online friends, especially now that I've moved and all of the few friends I had are back home. I miss you guys.

But, one good thing came out of this whole "year of growth". I've learned how to manage my time on the internet. I used to spend too much time obsessing over fandoms at such an unhealthy level, that all my free time was spent in my room in my bed on my phone. This past year I've been working more, hanging out with family, etc. I've learned to limit myself to what I do online.

So yeah, sorry for such a long A/N. Just wanted to give you the 2019 update. Expect me to return, even if it is slow at first. Wish my luck, and the happiest of New Year to you all! Love you, and thanks for all the support. *hugs*

Toodles-

Kat

(P.S. If you guys find any typing/grammar errors plz lemme know! I want to up my editing game. :D)