#they got history yo

[quality-on-a-patch-of-awesome]

So here's the Tyler/Scott Twisters idea

Details on how they get together are not exactly solid yet. But it's probably an opposites attract type situation. And I imagine that they still bicker when it comes to work, but when it's just them, they fit together quite well.

Scott thinking that maybe they should just work together then, even knowing the bickering that would continue. And he knows Tyler would never work for Storm Par so he figures him going to the Wranglers makes more sense. He's pretty sure he can get the rest of the team on board.

Tyler panics. Because that would make it really real. Working together as well as dating would get so complicated and what if it doesn't work? And a whole bunch of other fears so he does the stupid thing (that makes sense in his head) and ends things.

Scott overcorrects and goes properly straight laced emotionally closed off corporate guy.

Tyler throws himself into the Wranglers and having all the fun he can with whoever he can find, even though he realises pretty early that he's a fucking idiot and he misses Scott terribly.

Years pass. They don't talk. At least not directly. And they never spend time together alone.

Events of the movie.

Tyler is at the hospital, helping out however he can, when he sees Javi and he's going to go over and say hi, until he notices that he's going into Scott's room. So then he's worrying about Scott and hiding by the door and overhears Scott say something like "I don't even know who I am anymore."

Tyler immediately assumes amnesia and doesn't stick around long enough to find out that actually Scott means that the tornadoes were a huge wake-up call for him and he hates being the straight laced corporate guy he became, even if he is good at his job and he wants to be out of that life.

Tyler in a daze for a few days, worrying and panicking and wondering how he can help. Then he gets himself together enough to go to the hospital, determined to help Scott remember who he is. Except he gets there, whatever memento of their relationship he brought with him clutched in his hands and actually has no idea what to say.

Scott lying there in a hospital bed. Maybe not super injured, but the angst of him still being in the hospital is glorious. He's watching Tyler, who he hasn't seen one-on-one in years now, stumble and stammer through just talking to him and he's not sure what he's supposed to do with that. And he really doesn't know what to say back so he just kind of lays there.

Tyler being sure he's fucked this up again and why would Scott ever want to see him so he flees. Again. But you better believe he drops whatever memento he brought with him so Scott can pick it up after he's gone and be reminded of good times.

Scott wants to talk to Tyler. To figure out what the hell that was at the hospital and also because he's just really fucking missed him. But he's still in the hospital and even if he does manage to get Tyler's number, he's not answering.

Scott eventually gets out of the hospital and he's a man on a mission to find Tyler and make him talk. Easier said than done seeing as Tyler seems to be determined to avoid him. But he eventually tracks him down and confronts him.

Tyler still thinks Scott has amnesia and he doesn't really know what to do with that and he's got the ongoing guilt about how things went down in the first place and how badly he fucked up so he's not really listening until Scott says something that makes him realise that he remembers everything.

Scott probably thinks he could throttle Tyler for being so all over the place with everything and not talking and, fuck, he'd forgotten how frustrating Tyler could be that way.

Tyler is just blown away that Scott still knows everything, knows him, but he's frozen from the shock until Scott turns to leave and he does the only thing he can think of'grab him and drag him into a kiss.

Shock.

Awe.

Surprise.

They should talk about everything before reunion sex. They don't. But I think they should still get to have a huge argument after when they finally talk about everything and admit all their feelings and finally be honest and all that.

It's not going to be easy. Of course it's not going to be easy. But they know what it's like to lose each other and they're determined not to ever do that again.

[todayontumblr]

alright, let's settle this

[angels-heap]

I know my Half Life blog is not the place for this conversation, so I'm holding back from posting a fucking dissertation here, but goddamn, the lack of nuance and empathy in the conversations surrounding the Nickelodeon documentary is appalling.

[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

[gorillaxyz]

I GOT A FUCKING A-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[abstract-hellbender]

itsy bitsy iper post 🤪🤪 happy pride month folks

[withmytailtotheworld]

OH btw if anyone has noticed, I’ve turned off queue for a while.

Mostly to take a break from letting it reblog stuff.

ofc scheduled reblogs will break through but that’s alright (ALTHOUGH ITS GONNA MESS THINGS UP NOW AAUGH)

anyways-

[thesmokinpossum]

Ridley Scott made a 4 and a half hours Napoleon movie and now he's out there telling historians to 'get a life' for pointing out that a bunch of things in said movie are fake as fuck? Old men get so bold when they get near death's door, it's almost impressive to me.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

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[yeyayeya]

I was texting a friend of mine about MDZS cause I sent her a picture of one of the English books and she told me that the name sounded cool (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) and I told her it had other names before it such as Founder of Diabolism

And she told me she read “founder” as “father” and she instantly thought of the Founding Fathers cause she was doing Civics works prior

Then I sent her a pic of WWX and asked “does he look like a founding father?” With her replying that he gave her Thomas Jefferson vibes. Right after I sent a pic of LWJ and she told me he was Dr. Warren

Cue to the both of us laughing our asses off when I said Thomas Jefferson x Dr. Warren, with her right after saying Dr. Jefferson and talking about founding fathers fanfics

[liu-anhuaming]

had a bummer of a therapy session where i dug back into how whenever i bring up something hurtful my mom did to me, my mom denies it happened, and when i insist it actually happened she says she doesn’t remember it, and then she goes on to give an amazing uno reverse apology where she says “i’m sorry, but....” and proceeds to ramble on about why actually her life is pretty miserable as of late, and implies that i shouldn’t be mad at her because she’s the one who got me into therapy, and do i even know how many nights she spent awake fretting over how she could help me?

[incandescent-irrigation]

#if youre driving a car in which you can kill me which is most cars

i think every car is probably capable of killing a pedestrian, however i'm enamored by the idea that you have low-intensity superpowers & would destroy a Smart that runs into you

if a smart hit me i would break a clavicle or maybe a rib, so what im saying is it's a sliding scale from "no injury defo death" to "no death no injury" with Really small grey scale of "will defo not die and defo get injured".

the "no injury no death" is mostly comprised of this bad boy and its equivalents

i could eat this for breakfast. this bitch can store 32 clowns if you remove the chairs and the engine. its made of fucking aluminum to me. if there were four of me we could lift it up and then immediately go to the emergency room with displaced discs.

[batcows]

it's so wild that the best lyric in pop music history ("tell your boyfriend / if he says he's got beef / that I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fuckin scared of him") and the worst lyric in history ("do the hellen keller and talk with yo hips") are both from the same song ("DONTTRUSTME" by 3OH!3). just. crazy how that works

[a-sleepy-ginger]

5/5/24

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Got alot done on a practice essay

Did all of my washing

Got cuddles from my cat

Ender toast and ham

[rubys-domain]

why are there no videos of engirls gameplay at all? literally all i could find was the gacha part

[latenightdaydreams]

Please write about curvy reader with her 3 inches dick husband, Konig is reader's neighbor then helps her what's real sex feel like with his 10 inches cock😩

Can you imagine to difference😮‍💨 I'd want to cuck my husband🤭🤭🩷🩷

Let Me Love You Right (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List

>cw: fem/afab, oral, p in v, cheating

2.9k word count

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You’ve been married to Chris for eight years now, you both got married young and he’s your first and only. To say sex has been lack-luster… would be kind. You both waited for marriage, Chris’s idea. That meant you fell in love with him FOR him. You try to remind yourself that every day since finding out Chris only has a 3-inch cock.

Every time you have sex, you lie there looking at the ceiling while Chris moans loudly and gets off in six minutes. He doesn’t know where the clit is either and his finger game is weak. He just isn’t good in bed. The fact you catch him staring at a very slender woman online adds to it all, you’re a thick and curvy woman. He makes you feel rejected so it’s hard to enjoy anything with him. At some point you began to question if maybe you’re truly asexual because you became so turned off to sex and to him.

Then one day, your new neighbor moved in. You were sitting on your couch sipping coffee as you watched a moving truck pull in. You thought nothing of it and went on with your day. Your husband left for work so you decided to go outside and water your garden. You haven’t worked the last three years; you both have been trying for a baby, but nothing has happened yet. You’ve learned how to fill your time with small hobbies.

You got dressed in comfortable clothes and went outside. You turned the water on and began to pull the hose. As you pulled, it got stuck. Assuming you were outside alone, you began to curse the water hose, bending over to fix it and struggling. Just then you heard the sexiest Austrian accent from behind you.

König was about to go on a walk when he saw you leave your house, wearing tight black biker shorts and a tight white t-shirt. Your body was…perfection. He stood watching your breast bounce slightly with every step you take. Your hips sway so gracefully side to side. He picked the right house to move into. Hearing your struggle snapped him out of his lustful day dreams and began to approach you.

“Do you need help? Miss?”

He looked down at you, his eyes traveling over the curve of your plump ass. Imagining how soft it would feel to squeeze. When you turned to face him, his eyes dropped to your breast. Again, his mind went to imagining his hands squeezing them. He’s a man with big hands, and your breasts look like the perfect size to fill them.

As you turn your eyes meet the most beautiful sleepy pale blue eyes you’ve ever seen. The man towered over you as if you were a tiny ant. His body is massive and solid looking. His blonde hair was shining in the bright morning sun. His face is handsome, rugged, with some scarring. You felt yourself get turned on for the first time in years.

“N- no, I’ve got it. Thank you.” You caught his eyes wandering over your body.

“I’m König, I just moved in next door.” He held his hand out for you to shake.

“I’m y/n.” You put your hand in his, it looked so small. “The accent, are you German?”

“Austrian.” His thin lips pulled into a small smirk.

“Oh, sorry.” You chuckled from embracement.

“It’s okay, the accents sound similar.” He chuckled as well.

You both stood there for a while just letting your eyes drink the other in. You could cut the tension with a knife. His blue eyes returned to yours and he gave you a small smile. The rest was history. Everyday after your husband leaves for work, you’d see each other. Drink coffee together, he’d help you garden, just talking about your personal lives. Nothing sexual. That was until today.

Sitting at his kitchen table with him as you sip your coffee and chat just like you both always seemed to do. Today was different though, you both being more outwardly flirty with one another.

“Your husband is a lucky man Maus, I’d love a curvy housewife.” His eyes travel down to your cleavage before back up to your eyes.

His comment makes you blush, you playfully nudge his arm. “Yeah right.”

“No really, I bet he is all over you.”

“Not really,” you tap your nails on the mug in your hands.

“No?” König tilts his head, he’s aware that he’s prying but he can’t fathom a man having you and not being obsessed.

“Nope…” You look into his eyes. You debate on whether or not you want to disclose all of your marital issues to him or keep it light.

“May I ask why?” His eyes drop to your fingers tapping. He reaches his hand out and grabs your off the mug, caressing your soft skin with his thumb. “You can talk to me.”

“Promise you won’t judge or laugh?”

“Promise, Maus. You have my word.”

“So, when we dated, we never did anything sexual past kissing. Like traditional and all.”

König nods his head along, listening to your words as he sips on his own mug of coffee. His eyes follow your lips as you speak.

“When we actually… you know…fucked,” You and König chuckle, “He pulled it out and was incredibly small.”

König raises his eyebrow with curiosity, “Small?”

“Small,” you nod, “like three inches small.”

König sat with his jaw dropped looking at you in disbelief. Three inches? He’s bigger than that when soft. No way three inches can get past how thick you are…

“And how was that?” His hand squeezes yours slightly.

“Terrible. I didn’t feel anything. I’m pretty sure I’m still a virgin because it barely went in…” You chuckle slightly at how embarrassing this is. “We’ve been trying for a baby for YEARS now and nothing because I just have no sex drive. On top of all of this, I catch him gawking at skinny women constantly. Women that look nothing like me.”

You take a deep breath, feeling like you’ve been ranting. König still caresses your hand with his thumb.

“I think you’re beautiful. Perfect just the way you are.” He says in a soft and tender voice. “I also think it’s a shame he doesn’t please you sexually.”

You give him a warm smile before your eyes move to your hand in his. You look at the drastic size difference between both of your hands before looking back up to him.

“Why don’t you leave? Find someone new? Someone compatible?” König means himself.

“He’s all I’ve ever known.”

“Don’t you think you deserve romance? Passion?”

You can feel your face getting hot as he asks you this. You do want it. He is the reason the spark of desire was reignited in your life to begin with, but you can’t just tell him this. You can’t just have sex with your neighbor.

All the while you are inside your head, König looks at you. He takes in your features, the way you rest your head in your palm, how soft your lips look.

“Maus?”

“Hm?” You look up after being lost in thought. “Oh, I guess. I actually had a period of thinking I was asexual because I just didn’t have that desire or drive.”

“Do you still feel this way?”

“No,” you look back down at your hand in his.

A short period of time passes before König speaks up, “Do you find me attractive?”

Your eyes shot up to his shocked he was so forward. You hesitate for a while because you’re still married. Saying the truth might open up pandora's box, but you feel stuck, stagnant.

“I do…” you respond meekly.

“I think you’re attractive too.” König lets that linger in the air before continuing. “I desire you, and I think you feel the same.”

König tightened his hand around yours. He reached out with his other hand and caressed your face. You both look at each other for a while before you speak up.

“I do.” You lean into his hand that caresses your face.

“I don’t mean to cross lines, but I think I could love you better than your husband. I could appreciate your body better. I could fuck you better.”

His hand moves from your face to the back of your head, his fingers combing through your hair and grasp firmly. He tilts your head back slightly as his eyes roam down the curves of your jawline and neck. You felt a heat rush over your body.

König stands and walks closer to you, leaning in and kissing your neck tenderly. The warm sensation of his lips sends a chill down your spine. You don’t stop him even though you know you should. This would break your husband, but you don’t care.

Kissing up your neck to your ear he whispers, “Let me worship you, bitte.”

“What if I don’t like it?”

You’re still worried that it’s a you problem. What if you just don’t like sexual encounters?

König chuckled, “I can make you cum. Don’t worry.”

Your cheeks go hot as you laugh nervously. He pulls away and gently pulls you by your hand, “Komm mit mir”

You stand and follow him through his house to his bedroom, his bed a massive king size bed. The bedsheets are a dark gray color with a black comforter. He gently guides you to the room and lays you on the bed. Leaning over you, his lips find yours as you share a deep passionate kiss. His lips made yours actually tingle; you’ve never felt that before. His hands begin to trace the curve of your waist to your hip before moving up to your breast and squeezing.

König breaks the kiss and moves off of the bed. He gently takes your shoes off your feet and places them neatly by the bed. His eyes traveled over your body before pulling his shirt off to expose his physique to you. He can see the desire in your eyes, causing him to smile.

As he went to reach for the waistband of your leggings, you stopped him.

“What if you don’t like how I look?”

“I’ll love it, trust me.” He reassures you in a low soft tone.

Nodding your head, you let go of his hands and let him take them off. His eyes glide over your juicy thighs and the light blue cotton panties you’re wearing. Your legs are a little stubbly, you weren’t expecting to do this. You feel slightly embarrassed by the hair, but König doesn’t seem to mind as he glides his hands up your legs once they’re bare. His lips kissing from your calf up to your soft thighs; once there he begins to nibble on the soft flesh.

“Mien Gott, you’re so soft.” He whispers as he rests his kisses on your thighs more.

“I’m sorry I didn’t shave-”

“It’s natural. I don’t mind hair Maus.” He smirks.

You relax back on the bed as his hands go up to the elastic band of your underwear and pull it off. His eyes falling on the small bush between your legs as he smiles. He can’t wait to bury his face in it.

“Are you okay?” König asks as his eyes meet yours.

“Yeah,” You look down at him as he begins to spread your legs apart. Your heart beat is pounding and, in this moment, you begin to think about the life you wanted to build with Chris but then, oh god. You drop your head back on the bed.

König sticks his tongue out and begins to lightly flick over your clit. Instantly your legs begin to tremble and you moan loudly. Your hands find his hair and comb your fingers through it. You can’t believe oral sex can be this good. König stops licking your clit to suck it.

“No, no, please lick it.” You look down again, begging in a pathetic voice.

König nods and goes back to flicking his tongue rapidly over your clit. You had a long morning of sweating so your natural musk is strong and König is savoring the smell. Listening to your loud moans he slowly moves his finger to your pussy and teases the entrance. Slowly slipping his finger in your gasp. He loves the reactions you’re giving. It’s insane to think you’ve gone your whole life without feeling this pleasure.

“König,” you moan out loudly as he begins to pump his finger in and out of you quickly, your back arching. A new sensation consumes you as you scream out, your body trembling. König closed his eyes, smirking, and enjoying hearing you orgasm.

He pulls back and moves his finger once you relax. You prop yourself on your elbows and look at him, wondering why he stopped.

“Take your shirt off, Liebling.” König’s voice dripping with lust.

You sit up and pull your shirt over your head before reaching behind you to take your bra off. König watches eagerly to see your breast for the first time. Watching them full and heavy, come out from your bra makes his mouth water even more. He can’t believe how perfect you are.

König begins to pull down his jeans and you watch, jaw dropping once you see the outline of his erection. He pulles his boxer briefs down completely and you see his hard cock full for the first time. Not only is it thick but it's long. You can’t help but to stare and König notices.

“Don’t be scared, I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt.”

“How…how big are you?”

“Uh, ten inches, I think. A little over. But don’t worry, I won’t push you.”

“Ten?”

König laughs and walks to the bed and lays beside you. He moves his body so that you’re resting close to him while he is on his side. He leans down and kisses your breast, slowly making his way to your nipple to suck on it while he is lifting your leg up with one hand, and moving his cock to rub your pussy with the other.

“Are you ready?”

“I am.” Your voice is weak with pleasure of him touching you.

Moving his mouth from your nipple he begins to kiss your lips. He rests your leg over his body to keep your legs spread as he wraps that arm underneath the back of your head. He breaks the kiss to look at you as the other hand still on his cock slowly pushes into your slick tight cunt. König’s breath goes shaky from the pleasure it’s giving him. He slides his hand up your leg and holds it up for a better angle.

You look back at him and your hands grasp whatever they can find, his pillow and his forearm. Your eyebrows knit together as you moan out his name. His cock pushing deep inside of you like you’ve never felt before. Your walls clench tightly around his fat cock as you feel stuffed for the first time ever.

König begins to thrust into you quickly, his eyes traveling to watch your breast bounce with the motion. Panting hard as his body begins to glisten with sweat. Your sweet moans and sopping wet cunt driving him to his breaking point.

“Y/n,” König moans as he leans down to kiss your lips.

You move your hand from his forearm to his jaw eagerly pressing his lips into yours harder. Moaning into his mouth as his tongue pushes past your lips and begins to circle around every corner of your mouth.

You feel the same overwhelming feeling of pleasure, you know you’re about to cum. You try to turn your head to let out moans but König moves his hand from your leg to your face to keep you kissing him, his tongue dancing with yours as you begin to orgasm.

Without warning König pulls out and steps off the bed. Your body is still trying to calm down. You look at him as he grabs your legs and drags you to the edge of the bed. He rests your legs over his shoulders as his hands grasp your hips. He slips his cock back into your needy pussy and begins to thrust as hard as he can.

Your back arches and you reach out grabbing the bed sheets as you loudly moan König’s name. König has sweat dripping from his forehead as he looks down at you not being able to handle his cock.

“You can take it, Maus, I’m going to cum.”

“Please, cum. Please fuck your cock is so- big.” You moan now looking up at him. Your face contorted from the pleasure.

“Beg for it more.”

“Please cum, please cum in my tight little pussy.”

“Oh, fuck ja, mehr!”

“Please cum in me.” You whimper out as his thrust picks up even more, the sound of his hips slamming into your ass fills the room.

König listens to you beg, watching your eyes glaze over with a lustful look. He nods his head as you beg him to fill your precious little pussy full of his cum. He does.

“Y/n! Fuck!” König moans out, dropping his head back as his cock throbs deep inside of you.

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“Hey sweetie, did you have a good day today?” Chris asks as he walks to you and kisses your cheek.

“Yeah, I did.” You sit still thinking about König, excited for tomorrow.

“Did you do something different with your skincare routine? You look like you’re glowing.”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Well, whatever it is, you should keep doing it.”

“Oh, I will.” You smile, holding your secret.