#this is a word vomit

[fiendy]

No like talk about it… I think as a continuation of HS epilogues kinda flops but the meat route itself is fun ! Wont even lie like I enjoyed catty evil dirk !

hes sooo funny hes literally a cartoon villain. disassembling and reassembling a gun, fake shooting it, the long monologues, the casual brushing off when other characters notice his interjections into their thoughts. can we go back to the gun thing? so melodramatic i love it. i miss the slightly goofier canon dirk but this machiavellian shtick is really warming up to me. but im confused as to why they wrote so many characters as genuinely unlikeable.

karkat, dave, jake, jane, JADE (poor girl), john sometimes, like... i get wanting more character conflicts but its a little absurd. its unenjoyable purposefully to a fault. creating discomfort in stories for the reader is good, even necessary, but when 80% of your previously delightful cast is distorted into something annoying to make fun of the readers love for the original versions... its so self aggrandizing and self sabotaging.

[nightshadefairy]

make a girl smile today.

give her a sword.

[deusfoundry]

thinking about calling up ex!sylus after a fight in some random alley in the n109 zone ends horribly. in your eyes, the world is spinning. you stumble into a wall and let gravity slide you down on your knees. and there's blood. so much blood. but you're alive, thankfully. you can't say the same for the five guys who ganged up on you.

you fish around your pocket for your phone, struggling to unlock it with your slick, red fingers. once you're in, instinct takes over reason. you call the one person you know will make it to you in time.

the phone rings once. twice. it's the most agonizing five seconds of your life as the pool of red on your feet grows bigger.

when his voice cuts through the silence, you waste no time in telling him what's happened to you.

you're far too gone to really consider the words you choke out. you can only hope that it's enough for sylus to find you as your vision goes dark and your consciousness slips.

he arrives in less than ten minutes, with the help of mephisto who he sent out to locate you.

his heart sinks when his eyes catch the trail of blood leading into the alley. he steps off his bike and runs. one defeaning thud of his boots on the concrete after the other.

he finds you soon enough. and with the state you've been left in, he's inclined to think of the worst.

sylus kneels before you. he wills his fingers to stop shaking as they inch closer to your neck. a weight is lifted off his shoulders when he feels your pulse that's barely there. it's weak, but it means only one thing. that you're alive.

he takes you back to his manor. large hands work to delicately patch you up.

you'll have much to talk about when you wake up—if the desperation in his voice as he begs you to keep yourself awake is anything to go by. if what you had uttered before falling unconscious (faint, broken whispers of i love you. the kind that he only used to hear in the dead of the night on his bed, with you in his arms) should mean anything.

[aomiiine]

caleb + fem!reader warning(s) -> nsfw MDNI, not proofread, breeding, doggy style, shooting blanks, cumflation/cum bulge, implied marathon sex

small thought but it seems to me in my mind that caleb would fuck you doggy style on his bed, cum multiple times inside you until the last load, he leans down the arch of your back to nuzzle up by your ear for a teasing comment. But then the cherry on top would be his arm scooping under your body, lifting you off the bed just enough to give room for his hand to rub your lower belly where he pumped you full to the brim, long slender fingers tracing his name over the bulge he made from his semen, along with some pussy drunk hearts.

Then he pushes your face back onto his pillow once he decides your little chest heaving break is done to force his cock back and forth into your cum filled pussy even though he knows he has nothing left to shoot inside you. He keeps going just to see you break beneath him, until you’d feel ghosts of his hot cum making you twitch and sob feeling as if he’s filling you again even though he came dry

[shigarosie]

Izuku keeps cumming prematurely. It's to be expected, really, he was a virgin when you met and he gets worked up easily. You've never held it against him- in fact you find it pretty hot. He always keeps going, though it can be hard for him. Too intense. And embarrassing in his eyes. He's a firm believer in making your partner cum first. So you had to come up with something to help him hold off for a few minutes, for his sake.

That's how you end up on his lap, telling him to talk you through his last homework assignment or his favorite anime. He rambles through equations or plot points in extreme detail while you ride him, asking him questions to keep his focus off of your pussy and on whatever topic he chose. It works pretty well- he doesn't cum within the first fifteen minutes if fucking you, and you think it's hot when he rambles. It's a trait about him that initially attracted you to him in the first place. You love your nerdy little boyfriend and his rambling <3

[thetac0wh0re]

I would look cute bent over the nearest flat surface btw 🥰

[dearru]

up tonight thinking abt how kuroo is the best, most devoted bf ever. you never have to lift a finger when that man’s around…omg… | mlist

Boyfriend!Kuroo would rather die than let you pump your own gas. Since he’s always the one driving you around, it’s usually a non-issue, but on the rare occasions when your tank runs low, his eyes brighten almost as much as the “fuel low” signal on your dash does.

Before you can even say a word, he’s reaching for his credit card and heading straight to the gas station to fill your tank up with the premium shit!

“I can fill it up for myself, y’know.” You huff, lips puffed up into a pout as you watch him slide his card into the machine, all from the comfort of the cushiony seat of your car. As much as you appreciate the sweet gesture, you can’t help but feel slightly guilty at how much money and effort he blows on you.

“I’m aware” He hums, removing the gas cap from your vehicle like it’s second nature, “But gas stations are full of germs. Don’t want you getting your pretty hands dirty.”

You snort. “You’re so corny, Tetsu.”

He pokes his head through the window, revealing the widespread grin that’s taken over his boyish face, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You laugh, leaning over to place a quick peck on his cheek before he can gloat further. “But I love you anyway.”

He melts at the feeling of your lips pressed against him. In his mind, kisses from you are worth far more than however much a full tank costs.

“I love you more.”

—a/n: pumped gas tonight and thought of this

[dcxdpdabbles]

Damian: In the name of everything holy, stop speaking in cursive.

Danny: Aw you think I sound fancy?

Damain: I think all of your letters are attached to the other whenever you open your mouth. Put some space between your words. It sounds like you cast a spell when you say ICanGoForSomeBurgers.

Danny: Sorry, I talk fast when I'm excited or nervous. IJustThinkYoureReallyPrettyAndCoolandIWasWonderingIfYouLikeToGoOnADate?

Damian: Stop it! I can't understand you!

Danny: I-dot-think-dot-that-dot-you-dot-!

Damian: This is not an old, timely telegram! It's a verbal conversation!

Danny: *Sobbing and switching into Ghost Speech by accident* You're just so hot, I can't do this.

Damian: That wasn't even words! I know several languages, and none of that screeching was sentences! Are you issuing a duel with me!? Attempting to blemish my honor with this silly mockery!?

Danny: Oh dang, you speak in cursive? That was fancy as hell.

Damian: HOW DARE YOU. I ARTICULATE PERFECTLY! MEET ME AFTER SHCOOL IN THE WEST PARKING LOT FOOL!

Danny watching Damian stomp away: Task failed successfully.

Tucker: In what world was that successful!?

[pants-lint]

Just had a Thought and now I'm curious. What's you guy's strangest comfort media? It doesn't have to be strange as in like creepy/fucked up/whatever, it can just be smthn a lil odd.

[unwri-ten]

Apparently being besties with your followers has consequences

[gingerschnaps]

stealing Jason's helmet and being a tad grossed out because it's kinda damp and sweaty and a bit large on you but you can't help admiring yourself in it.

you test the voice modulator and say the most stupid shit and eventually you start mimicking the lines you heard Jason say sometimes when he's in Red Hood mode, all that to say you were fairly distracted. So you didn't even notice you never actually know how to take it off.

Luckily your boyfriend is near, and while helpful and ever so lovely, he's also amused and slightly mean about how you managed to get yourself stuck on things like a cat who got it's claw's stuck to the curtains and had the audacity to look mad when you try to help them.

Once he got the helmet opened up however, he leans down with that same amused smile and that sparkle in his eyes that holds so much unspoken affection before kissing you, it was a soft, chaste peck, barely enough and yet so sweet, it's almost enough to soothe your bruised ego.

well, you don't mind getting stuck on stupid things as long as he keeps kissing you.

[wannawriteyouabook]

I would love to rip my own heart out, for a moment, to inspect it. Put it under a magnifying glass and observe every single inch; try to understand why no one would want it; try to excuse the way I act with the scars it has from having to shatter and get put back together again and again. I would hold my heart gently if I could, just so it would know what a warm touch would feel like, just so it wouldn't lead me to the wrong person, next time. Maybe if I learn what a warm touch feels like, I wouldn't feel this cold in my bones all the time.

[shellxrls]

rafe babytrapping you is kind of insane when you think about it cause you’ll be having casual sex and suddenly ur grabbing at his chest and interlocking your ankles behind his back and he just has this moment of realisation like oh .

and the next minute he’s forcing both ur legs behind him into one hand and cumming so deep you can feel it rush into you all warm and gooey, cum sticky on ur soft insides and matted all over where you join together. and he just looks at u with his sick little smirk like <333 and starts patting at ur cheek while you feel him continue to pulse and soften slightly inside of u.

“…rafe,” u look at him all pouty and betrayed knowing you didn’t even try to fight back.

“don’t worry ‘bout it. dad’s gone’ take extra special care of you now alright princess.’

[bluespiritshonour]

You know what would make for a great story? Sokka demanding that Zuko find his space sword (I have personal bias in favour that dark blade mmrrrr, sexy, yeah I'm thirsting over a blade)

Because... Zuko's really good at finding things. He found Aang. The Gaang had been looking for Appa for days—but Zuko found him the day he started looking. He found his mum. He's meant to find things.

And Sokka just bam slam bursts in one day and says “hurry up! We're gonna find my sword. You owe me that much!”

And they go on a nice (or not so nice) little adventure.

[tojisun]

this still makes me ill. i am compounded by the desire—

the idea of john price, because it always comes back to him, who is so exhausted but a good partner anyway. who will see you truly bounce off the walls, energy buzzing under your skin, leaving you listless, and ask if there’s anything he can do.

you tell him you don’t know what you want, let alone what you need. it’s like a chill is enveloping you, and you just.

you just want the thoughts to go away. for the energy to die down. to feel like liquid. like molten.

john grunts, and next thing you know, he is holding you by the back of your neck, pushing you face-down the bed, his other hand tugging down at your pants. you don’t protest, you go with a chirp, but john doesn’t—

he doesn’t fuck you.

the smacks resound loud, hard, stinging and surprising, and you cry out because—

“no!” you protest, squirming away, but john’s hold is firm. unshakeable. you are at his mercy, feeling everything getting squeezed out of you one slap at a time.

your skin is throbbing when you finally get pulled from the haze, snot and drool mussing up your face. he is crooning something, like soft apologies and quiet praises, and you twitch at the attention. at your mind splintering back to focus.

it wasn’t—

it wasn’t enough.

a sob wretches itself out of your throat, feeling your mind pulsing again, the doubts and the festering thoughts returning, and john is—

john is here. he is warm as he covers your trembling body with his bulk.

“i’ve got you,” he says, his voice thick with his own exhaustion. and you want to apologize, to tell him that he doesn’t have to, but john kisses the underside of your jaw, peppering and soft, and the drag of his scruff makes you giggle even just for a bit.

his hand dips between your legs and swipes at your cunt. you mewl — you didn’t even realize how wet you’ve become. john hums like he’s expected it anyway, and it fills you up with warmth because john just has a way of showing that he knows your body so well. that he knows that you come away weak to the knees and core throbbing with every of his winding touch.

you push back on him, wanting more. he grunts, and pulls away.

“no–”

“need t’get my dick out, baby,” he teases, chuckling. “see?” he presses himself onto your back again. “i’m right here.”

you can’t even speak, your voice coming off too sticky for words to take shape so you try a nod because you’re good for him, you want him to know, and john kisses you again like a reward. like he knows.

god, he knows you so well.

the press of his cock is heavy. it is filling. and, finally, your body uncoils.

[mmelolabelle]

Armand is someone who has been has been trained (in brothels, by Marius, and by 500+ years worth of life experience) to adapt himself to what the people around him want. Throughout seasons 1-2, different people get very different versions of Armand, depending on who they are and who’s retelling the story at the time.

It’s the primary way Armand protects himself, whether he’s a teenage sex slave or the oldest, strongest person in the room. It’s how he controls people. Fundamentally, it’s the only way Armand knows to make people love him (an approximation of love at least). Worse, it’s the only way Armand knows how to love — by twisting and contorting himself into whatever form he thinks his current obsession wants or needs him to be. He even does it to his victims for crying out loud.

And then here’s Daniel, who is constantly seeking authenticity and truth. Who’s bullshit detector is never “off”. Who cannot tolerate any kind of masquerade, manipulation or lie – no matter how kind or well intentioned. Not out of any moral or ethical objection, but because Daniel simply cannot leave things well enough alone once something attracts his attention. He has to know. He has to see where it goes and how it ends.

“It’s my job, I’m built this way”

“It’s in your nature, Mr Molloy. Couldn’t get out the door without lobbing one more bomb.”

Daniel knew something was off about “Rashid” from the beginning, so he began to pick the situation in Dubai apart until Armand revealed himself. And then he kept going until he completely destroyed the narrative Armand had spent 77 years constructing.

Daniel deliberately and systematically pulled “Armand, Amadeo, Arun” apart and laid him bare with nothing but but a laptop, some free time, a near-suicidal disregard for his own personal safety and a mouth that just wouldn’t quit.

There’s power in being seen, in being known, ugly parts and all. What would it feel like, to be completely exposed like that for the first time in centuries?

So yeah it makes sense to me that Armand, who puts on all these acts and artifices to draw people in, but which only serve to ensure they’re kept at a distance, would turn his big sad orange eyes on the person who blew them all to smithereens and be all “…I wanna do this forever, actually.”