#they like eachoter

[bobosbillionsknives]

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It's one of my biggest headcanons ever that Vash does NOOOT like his birthday dude I just can't believe it...Knives however. Biggest birthday enjoyer ever. He is the special birthday boy. 🤗🤗🤗

Knives usually leaves Vash alone but Vash KNOWS Knives is going to make an effort to show up on their birthday and it stresses him out so bad. Especially if the July incident was on their birthday...that would leave horrible memories for him. 😭 Not to mention how painful remembering his first birthday with Rem would be. Plus Knives would act so bitchy about it like wooow dont even want to see your own brother on your birthday wow. I get it I'm just the worst ever ..🥀 Vash would be so over it.

I feel so strongly that Vash is the introvert while Knives is the extrovert. Knives self isolates out of fear and disgust of humans but he secretly thrives while talking to others. Especially if they have strong opinions he can argue against (definitely a debate bro). If Knives had a normal childhood he would've loved big crowds, he has absolutely no social awareness or shame . Or filter. He'd talk to anyone who'd listen. Knives drives himself absolutely insane with his own isolation. All he really wants is social connection, something he's convinced himself is impossible with humans. That's why he's so fixated on getting Vash to stay, he feels Vash is the only person he can actually talk to. Vash on the other hand, would do anything for 5 minutes alone. He is constantly pushing away Milly, Meryl, and even Wolfwood. He cannot let anyone know him beyond his silly guy persona. He especially doesn't like being celebrated (doesn't think he deserves it. 😂😂😂) He is constantly trying to skip out on the parties towns people throw for him, leaving without saying goodbye. (He does like getting drunk tho...makes talking easier) He'd never EVER share his birthday with anyone. Especially not Wolfwood or the girls. Knives however, would tell EVERYONE !!! (like how the entire Gung Ho Gun knew Knives had a brother, but Meryl had no idea Vash did. I think Knives loves talking about himself and his tragic past, painting himself as the forever victim to absolutely anyone who'd listen. To Vashes absolute horror 😭.) Vash is constantly drained from forcing himself to perform socially. He loves people and talking to them but he just needs like. 8 hours of alone time to properly function. That's why he gets so bitchy with everyone sometimes lol. She just needs a naaaaap omg 🤦‍♂️. But he feels guilty for being snippy and tired so he'll force himself to be social anyway. Which makes it worse. Love hiiim !!!! 😍 Either way they're both hurting themselves when they behave like this.

Knives is definitely the yapper while Vash just listens. I feel like Vash would appreciate not having that pressure to constantly respond. Even if Knives can be overbearing, I do think they enjoy each other's company. When they aren't... trying to murder each other. Nobody knows him like Knives does, it would almost be relieving not having to pretend to be happy all the time. He can perfectly morally justify being as mean to Knives as he wants to be !! And he wouldn't admit it, but he does enjoy listening to Knives complain about nothing. He thinks it's funny. Knives is just happy to be with someone he's deemed worthy of his time. He views Vash as his equal, someone he actually trusts to confide in. They are the opposite and also the same in every way life is so beautiful I love these guys.

It would also just be such a cute subversion of audience expectation if Knives, the self proclaimed people hater, was a people person. I think that's sooo interesting and makes so much sense with the context of his desperation for the approval of humans when he was a child. I think kid Knives would've tried to argue that celebrating something everyone goes through is pointless, but would love all the attention anyway. Even be a bit resentful that it was Vashes birthday too if he didn't seem to appreciate the attention as much. As he got older hed mellow out and warm up to the idea of having a birthday and sharing it. Mostly as an excuse to talk to Vash and make everything about himself again. Lol. Plus I think he likes organizing parties. His dream is to have that sweet 16 fantasy the humans in the old world used to have. He actually wants to be normal is the thing. They both do.

[estbela]

I don't talk much about it, but serbro isn't always wholesome ig. They're both idiots (affectionate) who know eachoter better than most ppl yet communicate in the most inneficient way possible and think its normal. It's just that they rarely disagree on things, but when they do they are also less likely to like talk about it unless it directly inconveniences them. I love 'em but they both have a tendency to enable eachoter.

When they do fight, if it ends badly, I think they probably just avoid eachoter for days, weeks, even years, knowing they will come back to eachoter cause at the end of the day this is one of the closest relationships they have and throwing it away is not that simple, and they do love eachoter.

[trembling-amber]

Man my PCs just can't catch a break. Branson got to the Royal Beth AGAIN, the second time this week (zee voyage gone wrong) and Pierce (who I've never talked about on this blog but he exists btw) got caught while on a heist (I am in need of justificande coins so I can get him a laboratory) and evaded prison by the skin of his teeth. Things just keep happening to them

[something-familiar-lost]

WHYYY did my mother have kids with my father if she can barely stand his ass (i can't stand him much either) and whenever she's insulting and berating us she finds a way to compare us to him in a negative way. I mean I get that at first he was nice and whatever but MAYBE she should have thought about it more before having me considering she had only known my father for a few months (like. not even a year and she's like "i wanna have a baby!!!")

[cacaitos]

tbh more than evangelion's connection with others is often times hurtful, yamamoto's thesis is that connection with other is not violent, but violence in it of itself.

[dont-open-dead-inside-net]

You guys... I have my own found family

[chilapis]

To put this in the most eloquent way that I can,

….. hsskhskjskjjsksksjakuakxhalakagh <3333

[catboyrightsdefender]

i feel so sad for my mom's other bunny who lost her sister :( she's searching after her :(

[rafes-slut]

Self control

Summary: rafe is bored and he wants to test eachoters self control by cockwarming you to see who can go longest without moving

Warnings: NSFW, cockwarming, sexual tension, teasing, dominance/submission themes, power play, heavy temptation, loss of control, season two Rafe energy, mutual torment.

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The weekend had started off exciting, but by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around, boredom settled in like an unwanted guest. You and Rafe had spent the past few days holed up in his house, doing a whole lot of nothing—lounging, eating, watching random TV shows that neither of you really cared about. The rain outside made sure you were stuck inside with no distractions, no plans.

You were sprawled across the couch, scrolling through your phone, while Rafe lay beside you, lazily running a hand up and down your thigh. His touch was absentminded at first, but then it turned deliberate. Slow, teasing strokes that made you glance at him, catching the way his blue eyes darkened with something dangerous.

"Got an idea," he murmured, his fingers dipping under the hem of your shorts.

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

He smirked. "Mhm. Something to make things… interesting."

You could already tell by the way he was looking at you that whatever he was thinking had nothing to do with movies or playing cards. Rafe never handled boredom well. When he wanted something, he went after it with a single-minded determination, and right now, you had a feeling that you were his next source of entertainment.

When he leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, his voice dropped to a low rasp. "How much self-control do you think you have?"

You frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"

His hand on your thigh tightened. "I mean…" He kissed just below your ear, dragging his lips along your jaw before pulling back to look you in the eye. "Think you can handle sitting on my cock without moving?"

The bluntness of it sent a jolt of heat straight through you, making you tense.

"Rafe," you muttered, but the way he was looking at you made it impossible to say anything else.

He grinned, knowing damn well he already had you. "What? Scared you'll lose?"

That did it. You never liked backing down from a challenge, and Rafe knew it. Which was exactly why he said it.

"Fine," you said before you could second-guess yourself.

And that was how you ended up here—straddling him on the bed, completely bare, his cock buried deep inside you. The stretch was almost too much, your body clenched tight around him, but neither of you had moved.

You were supposed to be winning this, supposed to be showing him that you had all the restraint in the world. But the way he was looking at you—eyes dark, jaw clenched, his hands gripping your hips just to keep himself from fucking up into you—made it so hard to focus on anything but how badly you wanted to move.

Minutes passed. Maybe more.

You swallowed, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your spine.

Rafe smirked. "Starting to squirm, baby."

You narrowed your eyes, forcing yourself still. "Not even close."

"Liar." His hands slid up your sides, slow and deliberate, making goosebumps rise on your skin. He traced your waist, up to your ribs, his thumbs brushing just under your breasts. "I can feel how bad you want it."

You sucked in a breath, digging your nails into his shoulders.

His voice dropped lower. "Be honest. How bad do you wanna move right now?"

"Not at all," you lied, even though your body was screaming otherwise.

Rafe chuckled darkly. His grip on your hips tightened before he shifted the slightest bit underneath you, just enough for you to feel it.

Your breath hitched.

"Oops," he said, all fake innocence.

You clenched around him instinctively, and he sucked in a sharp breath through his nose, his fingers twitching against your skin.

The tension between you crackled like fire.

It was only a matter of time before one of you gave in.

Every passing second made it harder to breathe. Harder to think.

The ache between your legs was unbearable. Rafe filled you up completely, stretching you in a way that left you dizzy, and the worst part was that you couldn't do anything about it.

Your thighs burned from holding still. Your hands clenched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin just to ground yourself. But the worst part? You could feel him. Every twitch, every subtle pulse of his cock inside you, making the heat between you even more unbearable.

Rafe wasn’t doing much better. His jaw was locked, his fingers flexing against your hips like he was moments away from snapping.

Still, you refused to give in first.

But God, it was so hard.

Your body was betraying you, your hips twitching the slightest bit no matter how hard you tried to stay still. The more you resisted, the more desperate you became. You could feel yourself soaking him, your arousal pooling between you, making it impossible to ignore just how much you needed him to move.

A whimper slipped from your lips before you could stop it.

Rafe let out a low groan, his hands tightening on your waist. "Fuck," he muttered, head falling back against the pillows.

You clenched around him at the sound, another soft, helpless noise escaping your throat.

His grip on you turned bruising. "You're making this real fuckin’ hard, baby," he rasped. His voice was deeper now, rough with restraint. His breathing was uneven, his chest rising and falling beneath you. "You're so wet—fuck."

You could barely form a sentence. "Rafe—"

Another needy sound tore from you as he twitched inside you again.

His hands flexed, and then his control snapped.

With a growl, he grabbed your hips and thrust up into you.

The sudden movement made you gasp, a jolt of pleasure shooting up your spine as your hands flew to his chest.

"Fuck, baby—"

He didn’t stop. His fingers dug into your skin as he fucked up into you, the slow, torturous game you’d been playing thrown out the window. He was done holding back.

"You wanted to play, huh?" His voice was breathless, low, dangerous. "Now you wanna get all fuckin’ whiny, like you're not the one who started this?"

Your head was spinning. All you could do was feel—feel the way he filled you, the way he hit deep, every movement sending sparks through your body.

He grabbed your jaw, forcing your gaze down to meet his. His eyes were dark, wild, hungry. "Look at me when you come," he ordered, thrusting up into you harder. "I want you to watch who won this fuckin’ game."

And just like that, you shattered.

[murcielagatito]

wilhelmina: please, do you really think i enjoy scheming lying and scurrying about like some rat with great cheekbones?

betty: yes, i think you do

wilhelmina: mm maybe a little

[brainymutt]

real..

this fucking fandom (the outsiders fandom) is allergic to happiness I swear cause wdym I’m abt to cry over ponyboy n johnny headcanons??

[estbela]

I think I already mentioned that I feel like Romania would have trust issues, but also, let me add on that. He's one of those people that loves and cares about a lot of people, but he trusts only a few of them.

[trembling-amber]

On Branson's account I made her date the struggling artist and the artist's model at the same so now it's just a canon part of her story to me lol she meets the artist, befriends(and seduces) him then immediately starts a relationship with his model too.

[marshroomstar]

Ok but in all seriousness its so ADORABLE that they sleep in eachoter's beds on the different smps like i love the fanart that's spawned with the bamboozlers but desert duo still being there and now i want fanart of this too like its so CUTEE AAAAAHHHHHH

[codnasties]

https://x.com/HDPornVideoz/status/1807654648171385275?t=-FEv-ufTBrMgHdxgF9v-bw&s=19

ok but like soap and ghost sharing their little birdie, but still cant help kissing each other and sucking each other while lil birdie's just laying down and taking everything they give?? (im depraved)

ghoap sharing a lass 🧼👻 (�� link)

a girl gotta do what she gotta do, so if loneliness on a friday night gets the best of you and you need some companionship, what better place to look for it than the pub. have a few drinks and maybe try to find someone to spend the night with.

what you didn't expect when you entered the pub and sat on the bar was the two humongus dudes that you were now sat between, chatting with them and getting your drinks paid for. you had struck gold because those two looked like a damn good fuck.

so when the one with the mohawk, johnny he said was his name, took you to the bathroom, sat you on the sink and gave you the best head you've ever received in your life you knew you were in for a night.

and that's how you ended in your flat, overwhelmed by their musuclar bodies. the older one's - simon's - dick drilling into your pussy, while johnny jumped between making good use of your mouth and trying to eat your pussy. he sometimes got distratcted from the pretty lass that he had in front of him because sont even soap is immune to ghost's desirability, giving his hard cock a few fucks. or both of them passionately kissing eachother when both went to have a taste of your wet cunt. both their minisstrations and the view of these men being lewd with eachoted making you moan so loud you knew the next day some bitchass neighbour was going to come to complain.

you won't have to worry about loneliness anymore, because these dudes came into you your life to stay.

[something-familiar-lost]

AU idea where Wilson and Cuddy are together in a failmarriage and are both cheating on eachoter with House but they don't know it (at first) or something like that. house does know it obviously but he's not gonna say anything since he wants to see how this plays out and he also loves them both and does not want them to stop cheating on eachoter with him.