#some of these are self indulgent but idc

[luftballons99]

the way people online talk about art they like is utterly intoxicating

[kinos-fortress-2]

i am aware that this looks nothing like them and i made them ugly af i just dont care anymore. and yes this is still tf2

[artifeast]

telesphore tkh and hamid rqg interacting, cuz why not. and also i love them. and also @yamikakyuu suggested it

[mrsensitive]

just fluff

when you get back from work quinn is all but ready to leave for the game tonight.

"hey handsome, you ever going to put on something different?"

he smiles and shakes his head, more than used to your quips about his suits every time he leaves for a game. instead he pulls you in for a kiss, mumbling against your lips, "i got you something."

"hmm it couldn't wait til later?" you tease, knowing he's usually out the door by now, but your joking tone stalls when he hands you a small rectangular box wrapped beautifully in ribbon. "q... what's all this?"

he doesn't answer you, instead stands there with his hands shoved in his pockets and a bashful smile tugging at his lips. you blink at him for a second before realising he's not going to tell you, carefully lifting the lid to find a simple gold necklace with a q pendant laying inside.

"quinn..." you breathe out, staring at it in disbelief.

"you were so upset when you lost your old necklace so i wanted to get you a new-" he pauses, scanning your face when he realises you haven't looked at him yet. "you don't like it?"

your head snaps up and you give him a soft smile. "no, i love it, it's beautiful really, i just-" your eyes flicker back down to the diamond on the tail of the q. your mind is running through all the dinners and dresses and flowers and plane tickets he's bought you and every other time he's refused to let you even reach for your wallet. you gently put the box down on the kitchen counter and let out a small sigh.

"quinn you gotta stop buying me stuff."

he pouts for a second. "but i like spoiling you."

"yeah and i'm incredibly thankful but i don’t need any of this - it’s your money!"

"and you’re my girlfriend!!"

"quinn seriously."

“can’t spent it all on myself y’know…."

"I know but it makes me feel like... like I’m using you or something" you mumble.

quinn pauses, stepping closer to you and brushing the hair out of your face. "but that’s not what it is at all... just makes me feel like I’m making up for all the time I can’t be with you."

you start to protest, "that’s not-" but you're cut off when he buries his head against your shoulder and mumbles something into your skin. "just feel like a bad boyfriend sometimes."

you barely catch it but you do, and you can't help but completely melt into him, your fingers immediately going to run through his hair in comfort.

"q, you're the best boyfriend i could ever ask for," you reassure him, "i just want to be able to spoil you back sometimes."

his arms have snaked their way tightly around your waist and he pulls you into him even closer. "don’t have to. feel spoilt enough just getting to be with you."

you're rolling your eyes but you can't help the soft laugh that escapes you as he presses a kiss to your shoulder before pressing another against your lips. he reaches to grab the necklace when you hold out a palm against his chest.

"you know what you could spend your money on?" he quirks an eyebrow hearing the teasing back in your voice.

you're tugging at his lapel, "some new game day suits." you smirk, turning and moving your hair out of the way. "you know i lost my necklace months ago, so if you can remember that surely you can remember me pestering you to go to a tailor every other week."

it's quinn's turn to roll his eyes but he doesn't say anything to fight back, instead just clasping the necklace and turning you back around to face him. your hands are quick to find their place against his chest again.

"please?" you look up at him but he can't seem to take his eyes off how perfectly the pendant rests against your collarbones and you're hoping the sight is working some magic.

"yeah fine, okay," he mumbles, "next week."

you smile, finally satisfied, fingers toying with chain. "i think you're gonna be late if you don't leave now,” you whisper.

he chuckles, eyes finally finding yours. "wear my jersey to the game?"

"what, the necklace not enough for you?" you're both laughing as you try to push him towards the door but his hands stay firmly on your waist, refusing to make it easy for you.

"good luck kiss before i go?"

you smile, pulling on his tie to cup his face in your hands before dropping a kiss on his mole, his nose and then meeting his lips. you let him kiss you a second and a third time but push him away when he leans in for another.

"don’t blame me if you're late!"

when he's finally gone, you head into your room to get ready - and without even realising you find yourself looking for his jersey in the process.

[theheroand]

Anemic selfshippers!! Did you know that your f/os are there to support you in any way they can? They'll make sure to check in with you and ask you how you're feeling. If you're dizzy, they'll let you hold onto them in whatever way you'd like, to help you balance yourself! They will never judge you for feeling out of breath either, even if it's from very simple activities! They know how hard it can be on you. If you take meds for your anemia, they'll remind you to take them, and to get more when you're low. If you need to eat iron-rich foods, they'll take special care to make sure you're eating them, and they'll even cook for you if you'd like! Your f/os are there to support you in any way they can, because they love and care about you!

PRO.SHIP DNI!

[mofsblog]

Teehee what if I was an insanely powerful goddess trapped for whatever reason and I was manipulating you into being my way out and you were a human self centred and curious cultist/wannabe scientist who killed and usurped a family of 4 and you were using me for my knowledge and we were both weary of eachother but also had insane amounts of sexual tension and we kissed and then eventually I got impatient and you got paranoid and everything went to shit and you ended up fracturing me and I ended up killing you and despite how little I valued you, it still hurt a little when you died <3

[driftingvoid-155]

Quick overview of Dead Like Me au!

Figured I’ve made a few posts in it now so should just give a quick summary of what I have so far:

Mike (scooped/ a zombie) and Jeremy (vampire) meet when they both start working the night shift at Freddy’s (fnaf 1 era). Jeremy immediately realizes something is off about Mike and upon realizing he’s dead, freaks out as he’s never met a zombie before and in turn, Mike freaks out bc he’s never met a vampire. They both bond over being dead and supernatural creatures as neither, outside of experiences with ghosts, have met any other beings like them and they quickly become friends from there to the point that Mike, who’s been living out of his car, eventually moves in with Jeremy.

So, with them both being sort of new to the supernatural even though they are supernatural themselves (they're like 90% sure they're going this 'hiding in the shadows' thing wrong), they go about trying to find out what became of Mike’s dad as that’s been Mike’s mission ever since he got scooped and now Jeremy is along for the ride. They eventually attract the attention of Sammy who is a hunter sent by his father (who basically made it his and his sons mission to dispose of all things supernatural) to figure out what’s going on as there’s been rumors of the walking dead around town. Sammy however, though unknown to his father bc Sammy is afraid to tell him, is a werewolf and eventually runs into Jeremy and Mike and though he is a bit prickly at first (ie tries to stab Mike bc he thought he was the vampire) they become friends (Mike and Sammy actually know each other from when they were kids) and from there, Sammy begins a more serious search into what happened to his sister now that his view on the superntual has shifted and he realizes its not all automatically ‘bad.’ (Something he’s really been struggling with ever since he was turned but that Mike and Jeremy help him work through).

They also at some point come across ghost Phone Guy who died the first week Jeremy and Mike were hired (basically the reason they were as the position opened up) but it took him a while to actually form into a ghost and once he does, he possesses the phone in the office that they then have to carry around with them if he wants to actually leave the building.

Charlie eventually joins their crew too as she is more aware than the other ghosts are but has spent these last few years watching over the MCI ghosts. However, upon reuniting with her brother, she joins him and his friends in order to try and bring down William. She also promises to Mike to helps him look for Liz and talk to her once they do find her.

That’s all I sorta got for right now. I’m working on writing a fic but I feel like my time has been nonexistence lately so it’s going sorta slow. Do feel free to send asks though :) I love thinking & talking about this AU

[syrcus]

OC smash or pass sure

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

ty for the tag @coldshrugs sorry it took me a minute I'm. lacking in screenshots.

tagging: I think everyone I would have tagged has been tagged at this point so I'm tagging anyone who sees this and wants to do it, or wants to do it again for a second OC.

anyway here's quo propaganda:

Look. They can paint!

Quick Facts:

Height: 5'9"ish

Age: early 30s by Dawntrail

Gender: no thank you

Pronouns: they/them

Sexuality: demi/bi

Pros:

very cute extremely dorky laugh

can and will paint people they love with or without warning

can cook. will cook. you will eat their food. sometimes this is a blessing. good luck

very good at hugs. slightly higher than average resting body temperature, strong arms, good for hugging

cool facial scar. pretty eyes. lots of little moles to find and to count

Cons:

acts first, thinks later. will not consider consequences

presently recovering from a guilt-induced mental breakdown resulting from years of thoughtless adventuring and occasional manslaughter. still gets flashbacks, might wake up screaming in the night

stubborn. if they don't want to do something they're not gonna do it. if they want to, there is no convincing them otherwise

sometimes not very quick on the uptake. sometimes too quick on the uptake. easily distracted

can cook. will cook. you will eat their food. sometimes they experiment with recipes. good luck

Details:

knows lots of quiet, cool little spots in a variety of places. they will take you. you may not get a choice. they get very excited about the cool little spots they found.

not very well-educated in the traditional sense. will however happily listen to people talk about their areas of expertise. it's their favourite way to learn things

quick to smile, quick to laugh, likes to make people feel at ease

learned to read for the sole purpose of bonding with a loved one. dedicated.

can curse in multiple dialects

cannot hold their booze. at all.

excellent storyteller, especially if you don't mind your stories a little long-winded and rambly. lots of good stories to tell.

sees a lot of beauty in the mundane. might get distracted looking at the way the light's hitting a pond, or haloing a friend

difficult to get to know deeply. they don't mean to be, they just don't really think to open up to people.

has a pet fish. they caught it themself. it's from another dimension. they will talk about the fish to anyone who'll listen.

not actually very interested in smashing at this time, as they are in a committed relationship, but they will be flattered nonetheless

[arliedraws]

Gotta be honest here, “An Honest Man” is the best smut fic I’ve written; just beat for beat it slaps. I just haven’t been able to match this pacing, this characterization, or this intensity since then. I dunno! I just, like, read it and nod. Like yup. Yeah. That’s exactly what I want in a smut fic.

[lightninmuseum]

' once it left my lips '

[themothmancassettes]

Gimme vast error headcanons, either in rbs or asks

If ur lucky, i might draw them :3

[wildwoof]

Snuggles up to stay warm.

[fitzembarrassingmoments]

Stretchy x Stripy headcanons because it's my blog and I can be as self indulgent as I want <3

(Proshippers/NSFW/minors dni pls)

Stretchy

He doesn't really have any sort of alignment either way, but he's definitely on the receiving end of tickles more often than not, and he usually prefers that

He gets lots of cheer up tickles because of how grumpy he gets >:]

Also usually has to be tickled into taking breaks since he tends to overwork himself

His worst spot is his neck. He usually risks getting a knot in it again because of how bad he squirms sometimes

The fact that he's 90% neck doesn't make this any better lol

Stripy absolutely takes advantage of this and gives him neck kisses just to hear him laugh >:]

His sides and under his arms are really bad too

His laugh varies so much!! He can go from just giggling to full on cackling and wheezing in under a minute lol

Stripy is always telling him how adorable he is and that his laugh is the cutest thing he's ever heard

He tries so hard to deny it though (but he absolutely melts at being told he's cute)

Also his antennas are hyper sensitive and he has an absolute giggle fit if tickled there and Stripy thinks it's the funniest thing ever >:]

On the rare occasion that he does get revenge on Stripy, he's such a playful ler despite the way he acts normally :D

He's never rough with Stripy though since he knows he can't handle rough tickles (also he's just never rough in general because he doesn't want to hurt anyone on accident)

Teasing is so hard for him to do because he's usually too busy laughing along with Stripy lol

His go-to method is to stretch his neck around and nuzzle Stripy from behind (his normal go-to method in my opinion is raspberries but, again, he doesn't like to be too rough with Stripy)

After he's finished he's quick to make sure Stripy's okay and that he didn't go too far with him (Stripy always assures him that he's okay tough <3)

Stripy

He also doesn't have any sort of alignment, but he's usually on the giving end rather than the receiving end

He loves seeing Stretchy smiling and laughing!! He does everything he can to see and hear it (which is mostly achieved by tickling him lol)

He compliments Stretchy a lot when he's tickling him. He just goes on and on about how adorable and handsome his husband is

Meanwhile Stretchy is a giggling mess lol

He's such a sweet, gentle ler :] He's gentle with Stretchy since he doesn't want to hurt him or stress his out

If he wants Stretchy's attention or thinks that he needs a break, Stripy will sneak up from behind, wrap his arms around him and then slowly start scribbling along his stomach and sides (and it works every single time >:])

As soon as Stretchy says he's had enough, he's quick to stop and make sure he's okay. The two usually end up cuddling afterwards

He's also happy to be on the receiving end from time to time!!

He doesn't like rough tickles. Thankfully Stretchy is always gentle with him

His worst spots are his stomach, around his ears and his hips

His laugh is very pleasant sounding. It's usually so quiet and deep sounding you can't really hear it, but when it is audible, while it is still a bit quiet sounding, it just sounds genuinely happy :]

He doesn't squirm, but he does cover his face sometimes when he laughs (Stretchy thinks this is the cutest thing ever btw)

Him and Stretchy do have small tickle fights from time to time

Stripy usually wins them btw

Stretchy get so flustered at seeing Stripy laugh!! <:]

When Stretchy starts getting scared that he'll accidentally hurt him, Stripy assure him that he's okay that he did good <3

[wycross]

started writing for flufftober today!! i really hope ill actually finish it on time since i actually started reasonably early i am excited to write probably mostly nanago unless another hyperfixation takes me and whisks me away to a far off land

[protect-namine]

where's that tumblr post that's like, "people are being mad about blorbo's crimes and I'm not saying blorbo is blameless but they're not mad for the right reasons"

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ baby, put your back into it! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, smug and cocky reader, feral toji

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : idc idc i wanted something self-indulgent and want toji to call his wife 'ma'. hopefully it's good, it's been a long while since i have written anything so enjoy ☾

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : you notice a slight change in toji...seems like his breeding kink reached the next level

it didn't take long for you to notice something was different with toji. he would just...keep referencing families, babies, pregnancy...it was definitely weird coming from him.

"can you believe how expensive diapers are? if you ever had a baby, i'd just steal them, 'm not gettin' scammed for piss-'n'-shit-holders."

"...do you think you'd have a fat baby? jus' asking, 'cause you got some fat cheeks. and this time, I'm talking about the ones on your face."

"i hope you don't get gross cravings if you get pregnant. hot chips, peanut butter, and bacon? nah, wife or not, i'd beat your ass."

but everything really got worse when he started calling you that fucking nickname.

"hey, pretty ma."

"mmm, c'mon, ma, stay in bed with me longer..."

"fuck, you look so good under me like this, ma...can't wait to destroy that pretty cunt."

you didn't think too much of it, it was probably just toji being...toji. except, now? you realize exactly what's been plaguing his mind.

"you make me so fuckin' mad, y'know that," toji huffs, his fingers digging into the plush fat of your hips as he helps you fuck yourself on his thick cock.

you scoff, giving a little grind of your hips. the way he sucks in a breath and rolls his hips up into you made you grin; he talks so much shit for someone whose dick throbbed so much from that little movement.

"if i didn't make you mad, toj, you wouldn't have stuck around."

you don't give him the chance to give you a snide response before you climb off his lap and further up on the bed, giving the silent hint to switch positions. toji has to bite his tongue, shooting you a glare that makes you grin.

"you are insufferable, woman," he grumbles, coming to hold himself over you as he continues to glare down at you. toji sucks at pretending to be mad you, you think with a giggle, seeing need swirl in those pretty eyes of his. he slides his cock between your slick folds, cursing when it catches on your entrance.

just as toji is about to slide back in, you press your hand against his abdomen while your other hand wraps around the base. "ooh," he hisses, smirking down at you. "pretty wife's gonna put it in for me?"

however, it's clear he doesn't expect it when you begin to tug the condom off, eyes snapping up to you. oh, that absolutely adorable look on your face, brows furrowed together and embarrassment all over it...he felt himself twitch because of it. your usual cocky and smug persona seemed to have melted away.

"babe...what are you—"

"toji, do you wanna have a baby with me?"

the sudden question makes him freeze, his eyes widening with a mixture of shock and arousal. were you seriously asking him this now? as you fucking tugged the condom, making it slowly peel off his dick?

did you know there was no coming back from this?

"i'm being serious, fushiguro, give me an answer before i make you put a new condom on," you mutter shyly under your breath, the condom finally coming off.

he's snapped back to the present when he feels you rubbing his tip through your soaking cunt, little sighs leaving you when it brushes over your clit.

"...are you serious? hey, hey, look at me. you're not fuckin' with me right now, are ya? tell me. you really want t' have a kid with me?"

you finally make eye contact with him, that vulnerable look on your face making his heart race. you were too precious for your own good...god he was so fuckin' happy he wifed you up.

"yes, toji, i want you to make me a mommy. i...i-i want to start a family with you, okay? so stop asking me questions and jus—oh-!"

with no hesitation and no time to finish your sentence, toji slides himself inside, his hips flush against your ass as he groans your name. you're so fucking warm and wet, holy shit, he could cum just from having you wrapped around him like this.

"good god, you're gonna be the fucking death of me," he groans, leaning down to press a heated kiss against your lips. "i'm gonna ruin you, i'm goin' to fuckin' destroy you and this little cunt, you know that right?"

toji starts moving, setting a fast, deep, rough pace that makes his hot tip press against every part of you in ways that make your eyes roll back. "t-toj, w-waaait—!"

he shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut as he lifts your legs up, putting you into a goddamn mating press to stuff you full and you know you aren't going to make it out of this sane.

especially not when you keen at the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix.

"i can't, i can't wait, ma, i can't," he huffs into your ear, the room filling with the wet slaps of his balls smacking against your ass, the wet squelching of your needy cunt trying to suck his cock back in each time he pulls out.

"do you know what it fuckin' does to a man to hear his. fucking. wife. say she wants him to knock 'er up? huh? you don't d'you, baby girl," he asks into your ear, hips pounding hard against yours to punctuate each word.

all toji can think about is you, you getting round with his baby, you glowing so gorgeously, the way you'll out all cute, maybe get pudgy all over, all because of him...and everyone would know who did it.

"hoohmygod, listen to that pretty pussy," he hisses, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as his eyes flutter back into his head.

you can't help but hear it, it sounds so messy and sloppy, you just know you'll have to replace the sheets after this. but that's the last thing on your mind when he shifts forward just a bit, making your hips tilt up just a little more—

"oh my god, toji, t-toji, baby, don't stop, please," you practically sob, lifting your hips up to meet his thrusts as he hits that sweet spot so perfectly.

a cruel smirk breaks out on his face when he realizes he found that spongy spot inside you that makes you cream, leaning close and pressing his forehead against yours. "i know, i know, it feels good, doesn' it? yeah, you're such a slut for my cock, fuckin' milkin' it like a good girl," he coos to you condescendingly.

"w-we can't go back, toj," you whimper, your hands coming up to cup his face. you messily press wet kisses all over his face as you moan openly. "c-can't fuck with condoms anymore, it feels too good, baby,"

"shh, shh, mama, i got you," he reasures you, chuckling at how precious you are...telling him not to fuck you with condoms anymore? oh, he had no problem with that.

"'m gonna make sure i breed you nice 'n' deep, yeah? gonna get you pregnant with my baby," he coos, moving his hand between you both to rest on your stomach. "'m gonna fill you up...right here," he says with a devious tone before he presses down right as he pushes back inside of you.

"babyyyy, i'm cumming," you cry, digging your nails into his back as tears stream down your face. he didn't stop, still snapping his hips into you as you orgasm, feeling you squeeze him so fucking tight as he talks you through it, little phrases of 'that's it, keep cumming' and 'goooood, you're gettin' so wet, milk that cock, it's all for you' being huskily groaned into your ear.

but, when you think he'll stop, giving you a break...you realize he's not, he's not stopping, toji's still fucking you, and you glance down and see how you're creaming, your cum coating his cock in a milky sheen as you squeal, managing to get your legs off his shoulders to try and move up on the bed away from his unforgiving pace.

"tojiiii, 's too much," you huff, managing to move far up the bed enough that only the tip is inside of you...but toji isn't letting you get away that easily.

"nononono, don't run away, don't run away from me, mama." he follows you up the bed until you are trapped between him and the pillows messily pushed against the headboard.

"don't run, c'mon, get back on my cock, tha's it," toji rasps, his voice making you shiver. he sounds so desperate, so unhinged, so needy. he looks so good like this, you think, mewling when he pushes back inside.

"there she is, good girl, lettin' me breed her cunt."

your insides are getting turned into mush, and, fuck, was he going deeper? you nodded your head, but you didn't even know why, it jsut felt right, felt so good, you were gonna cum again—

"i need to fuckin' breed you," he practically whines, toji's eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on chasing his end, your sticky cunt driving him fucking mad. soon, he'd be cumming inside of you, filling you up, his hot, thick cum getting sucked right into your womb by your desperate pussy...

"shit, fuck, doll, let me cum in you, let me empty my balls inside of you, i want it so fuckin' bad, mama, let me make you my pretty pregnant wife, please, let me give you a baby—"

he was rambling, eyes snapping open as he tried to glare at you but you just moan when he made eye contact. he's trying sohard to seem angry, but he's not, he's melting in your walls, eyes begging you to let him paint them white, to try and knock you up.

you nod again, rapidly to the point you get dizzy, hands grabbing his biceps and squeezing hard. "toji, don't you, hhf, waste a fuckin' drop, or i swear to god i will t-tie you up and milk you until you are shooting blanks, give me your fuckin' baby—"

"—fuckin' shit, babyyy, i'm cumming, fucking take it, take it, take my cum into that pretty little cunt-!"

the groan that he gives you is loud and needy, dropping down to messily kiss you as he pounds into you in deep, hard thrusts trhough his orgasm. you shudder violently at the feeling of thick, hotness filling you up from the inside. it's so much, you can tell it's not all gonna fit, feeling some of it messily spurt out of you as his thrusts grow lazier.

"thank you, baby," you softly coo, thankful for both the break of overstimulation and the pleasant feeling of being so full. he nearly collapses on you, holding himself up with his forearms as he pants, catching his breath as you kiss all over his face, waiting for him to come back to you.

eventually, he sits up, a hand running through his messy hair as his other one stays on your waist, stroking it up and down, taking in the view of you catching your breath against the pillows he cornered you against.

...you're so so pretty.

"shit...ah, damn, you're a mess," toji mutters to himself, looking between the two of you. it's a filthy mess, a mixture of your cream and the thick cum that couldn't stay inside. hell, he doesn't think he's ever cum this much in one go before. "mmmn...it looks pretty though," he says with a proud smirk. he did that to you, after all.

as he goes to pull out of you, toji's shocked by the way you manage to gain the strength to flip him onto his back...just that single move had him twitching back to hardness inside you as wide eyes looked up into your mischievous ones.

"don't pull out, yet, toj...just one more time? just to make sure it takes?"

an almost evil smirk breaks out on toji's face as he digs his fingertips into your ass, hard enough that it'll leave marks.

"shit, i knew i married the right fuckin' woman. come on, baby girl, let me see you fuck me stupid. let's make sure i give my wife what she wants.

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