#this was burried in my drafts-

[incorrecttom]

HELIO dies for affection, he loved the intimacy both of you had. It was like an invisible string between both of you, no words exchanged but knowing what the later always needed.

And to be honest, he would ditch everything in the world for you. Not because you were like Medea, but mostly because he cared about you. He loved you for being yourself, that's what made you unique to him.

The absolute best? It was when there was rain and both of you snuggled onto his bed. Lying there in silence - the peace in the room would soothe both of you. The thunder rumbling as both you held hands. The slight shifting in the bed to keep a hand on his chest, assuring yourself, that your Helio is there.

That he is alive, that he's fine, that you are by his side. That his heart was beating.

And that's all mattered. Him being with you, cradling you in his arms as both of you lied down.

It hits him then that you are one of the rare people who love him no matter what. Even ready to go ahead and die for him.

And he tightens his arms around your body. He'll be damned if he loses you. He will make sure that you will be protected at all costs.

Because he knows you love him no matter what. That the affection that you provide him is not manipulation, it's genuine love.

for @orlic1a

@dxmoness , @sxnful-rage , @that-one-pretty-bitch , @roseadleyn , @trash4can , @salvatvre , @crownxie , @yevene , @baby0blanche , @ithil-lucien , @yourlocalintrovertt , @nyrwve , @meow-meow-potato

[emil1863]

The horrors of Gear 5

[murmel-malt]

I believe when Baelon, the dumb, and good queen, realize they have ruined their relationship with Daera is when she stops smiling at them, has stopped and refused to dance with his father; when she refused to be comforted and held by the queen, when she starts to call them by their titles" your highness" "your majesty".

This! Just ignoring and avoiding them and calling them by the titles when she cannot is a slap in the face. She doesn't view them as her family anymore (because her family is supposed to love and protect her); they lost her trust and love.

Alysanne is no longer her grandmama, she is only 'her Grace, the Queen'. Baelon is not longer her beloved father that she dances with at feasts, he is 'Prince Baelon' whom she keeps a proper distance to as is expected of ladies of the court.

And it is too late for them to fix this. There is nothing they can do about it. It is done. There is no going back.

[justthinkingaboutlouis]

Desi wedding

[shippingmyworld]

Do you have any more YouTuber AU ideas? (Cus I love them 🥹)

Youtuber!El Tigre & Youtuber!SpongeBob AU!!!

Danny post here; Jimmy & Timmy here

sorry anon i totally didn't save this ask as a draft and forget about it for a few weeks

Manny and Frida run a controversial prank channel with the most clickbait titles known to the internet. Their content ranges from standard pranks like egging or toilet-papering the houses of the local villains to overcomplicated heist-like plans that they spend 20 minutes hyping up things like breaking into Sartana’s house and stuffing her guitar full of exploding burritos. 

Frida starts coming up with most of their content with Manny being the yes man, but their popularity is really thanks to Manny overselling everything he does. They also live-stream like 90% of their content and upload the raw footage to a second channel pretty much the moment they are done filming.

They never read or respond to anything in the comment section, since every video generates a massive flame war between people that think Manny and Frida are the funniest duo on the planet and people chastising them for their reckless behavior. Honestly they’re really only uploading videos for themselves because they wanted to try and generate some extra money from the ad revenue and ended up just rolling with it. 

Their favorite content to make are things they title as ‘Social Experiment’ videos (but in reality it’s just how they’re trying to get away with all their tomfoolery). Their first experiment was when Frida pretended to be a really bad street performer while Manny heckles her. If nobody steps in to stop Manny after a few songs, he will ‘steal’ her guitar and see if anyone tries to actually stop him. 7/10 times though Frida's performances are so bad (she sing tone deaf on purpose, play wrong notes, etc.) that people actually cheered when Manny took the guitar.

The most popular video on their channel however was from when they faked a zombie outbreak at the mall during the holiday season. Manny ran screaming into the food court while Frida was clinging to his back, having pretended like she just took a massive bite out of his neck. They went over the top with the makeup and theatrics (there was fake blood and gore everywhere) and ended up accidentally triggering a stampede of panicked shoppers. 

The only reason they didn’t face any repercussions for that stunt was thanks to Frida pulling the “My dad is the Chief of Police” card. But the content creator side of Frida’s brain thought it would be really funny to film a “We spent the night in jail” video and so Frida swiped her dad’s keys later and they pretended that they actually did get arrested. 

After the zombie prank they had to dial it back a bit (or risk their parents pulling the plug on everything) and stuck to just pranking random people or small groups on the street. They start filming more ‘harmless’ stuff like sneaking up behind people on the phone and popping a balloon or pretending to be blind and ‘accidently’ hitting people in the shin with their walking stick. 

The ‘harmless’ stuff wasn’t doing the same kind of numbers as their previous videos and they needed cash (neither one of them has impulse control when it comes to the money they make), so they went back to their usual stuff of pranking the local villains (and occasionally other superheroes to mix it up). However, because they live-stream their stuff, most of the local villains are subscribed (with notifications turned on) and end up crashing Manny's stream if he's trying to break into their house.

SpongeBob’s content has absolutely no rhyme or reason to it. He basically treats his channel as a video diary. His content will range from multi-hour long ASMR-like videos titled “A Peaceful Stroll Through Jellyfish Fields” or “Frying Patties at the Krusty Krab for 8 hours” to videos of him stanning Mermaid Man and Barnacle Boy with Patrick or rating snail food based on Gary’s reactions.

Everyone assumes that he’s just using a really high-quality motion-capture Vtuber model and that he’s committed to the roleplay of his Vtuber living in a fictional city called Bikini Bottom at the bottom of the ocean.

He also has several “Home Tour” videos of his pineapple and people are constantly trying to figure out the internal layout because the footage is always cut and edited to hell with so many stylized transitions it looks like a PowerPoint presentation. Anytime there’s footage of SpongeBob actually walking from one room to another people start to go crazy. He once did a livestream where he walked from the kitchen directly into the study and the live chat started freaking out because that door didn’t exist three months ago??? And if this leads to the study then where the hell is the door to the living room? People swear that the staircase to the second floor of SpongeBob’s house is alive and moves around every video. 

The comments section goes wild whenever Squidward makes an appearance. SpongeBob's followers absolutely LOVE him. No joke, there's fan merch and fan art of him out there. Chat's filled with stuff like #mood or ‘he’s just like me fr.' The funniest part is that Squidward has zero idea that his cult following even exists because he’s written it off as another one of SpongeBob and Patrik’s stupid antics. In fact, the first time he heard SpongeBob say the word 'Chat' Squidward told Mr. Krabs that there was a gas leak that needed to be fixed.

(Also Plankton is subscribed and immediately downloads every video that’s uploaded just in case there’s a hint of the Krabby Patty Formula in any of them.)

[hl-obsessed]

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[the-acid-pear]

hoo boy another ask. sorry 'bout this Luly, but uh. Had Thoughts About Jack And Dee Again!!

so like. how i imagine June 26th went from Jack's perspective:

he was forced to work at one of his other jobs that day. he Wanted to stay with Dee that day. would've given anything to do it without potentially risking getting fired. but he couldn't. he hoped she'd have a good day, and promised to be back that evening.

now, an extra bit of context: so uh. Jack was REALLY not doing well after his parents died. like. Not At All. he was really close to them, and the knowledge that he likely wouldn't be able to go to college (something he really wanted to do), would have to get a job while he was still grieving because well. their parents' money wouldn't last forever, and they still had stuff like the house and funeral expenses to pay for, and would also have to help care for a child when he did not have the maturity or life experience to handle that. well, it's clear that any mental problems he had before that point were going to get worse. to put it one way, Dee was one of the few things holding him together at that point. scratch that: the MAIN thing holding him together.

so Jack comes back that evening. he has cupcakes for a much smaller party that was gonna be happening that evening with him, Dee, Peter, and Caroline. he shows up, gives a quick hello to Henry, and goes to find his sister.

at first, he can't really see her. huh, that's weird...maybe she's hiding? for one thing, she gets overwhelmed by a lot of noise and bright lights, so maybe she went to hide under a table because of that. she also doesn't like Henry too much. maybe he couldn't take a hint that Dee didn't want to talk to him too much, and so she's hiding from him so he would leave her alone.

either way, Jack starts getting more frantic as he searches around for her in all of the places he could check. calling out for her by saying "Dee, i-it's time to come out now! I'm back! It's time to go home, Sis!" and "DeeDee, this isn't funny! Please, where are you?! C'mon! Let's go home! Please!"

eventually, Jack starts having a breakdown. the realization that Dee's missing hits him like a car. he sits up against the wall and starts basically sobbing.

it's the first, and only, really, time that Henry ever sees Jack cry.

he (fake) comforts Jack, promising that Dee's gotta be somewhere around here. There's only so many places she can hide, after all. Jack's practically inconsolable, and the only thing that fills his mind while this is going on is that it's his fault, he should've been there, what if she's been kidnapped or hurt? or worse?

Dave tries his hardest to comfort Jack (he feels guilty, hiding the fact that he knows what happened to Dee and had some involvement in what happened to her), promising that they'll find Dee. all Jack can get out through the sobs is "Peter's gonna fucking kill me." because that was the last promise he made to Peter before he moved out; to protect her and keep her safe. and look how he fucked that up.

now, Peter and Caroline hadn't moved to Colorado yet (that's not until later :)), so Jack calls Peter to tell him to come down to the diner, because y'know. Dee's Missing.

Peter finally gets there with Caroline, and they do their best to get more information. Jack is basically fucking dissociating, hoping desperately that he's asleep, that this isn't real. that he'll wake back up at work and it'll be time to go pick Dee up from her party.

Peter decides, now that the police are here and they've exhausted all of their options, that he should take Jack home. the guy's stressed, tired, and is at his wit's end. Jack needs rest, and it's not like they can do much at this point. Henry encourages this, and basically says "yeah, you should go. we'll deal with things from here :)" (because Henry knows that the next stage of grief after denial is typically anger. he doesn't know How long it's going to take Jack to reach that stage, and he'd prefer not to deal with a pissed off Jack right now). Jack eventually agrees to leave with Peter, but...not before he feels a presence. and hears a voice saying "I'm here."

it's her. it has to be her. she's still here! they can still find her, they just have to look harder! Peter, who didn't see or feel anything, thinks that the stress was getting to Jack, and decides to keep dragging Jack back to the car to take him home.

(Henry saw her though. he knows damn well Jack wasn't hearing things.)

- dogboyjackkennedy

Dandy you're fucking killing me.

[salltyllama]

[hinadori-chan]

low key wanna like

set up a queue for posts i like that don’t circulate anymore so that way the recirculate but also i don’t spam but like

i don’t think i’ve ever used a queue before tbh lol

[kelbunny]

31 for the ask game!

31. Someone has never played a video game before but is open to trying any genre. What game would you recommend as their first?

Probably, even though I've issues with the newer games, Pokemon.

They were some of my first games and iirc, were one of my first introductions to turn based rpgs

[hangmanssunnies]

Yes to hate fucking that turns soft. Yes to hating hangman because you can’t handle being attracted to him. Yes to delicious smut. Yes to rereading this fic. Absolutely still a delight. Thank you for writing and sharing this, for us to continue to enjoy from a year ago to now and going forward too. 💕

Fuck You, Hangman

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!reader

summary: jake had always pissed you off, but today was the final straw. but who knew you had some type of fondness for the resident ass. and even though you never accepted his apology, you might have accepted him. 

wc: 4.7k

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, oral sex (m to f), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetheart and darling), dirty talk, hate sex turned soft???

a/n: howdy howdy, hangman has been plaguing my mind for a little over a week now. so here we are. i hope you all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it! 

If looks could cause harm, there would currently be a hole in the back of Hangman’s head. The two of you had graduated together, and you hated him still the same. His laugh, snide comments, and cocky attitude always had you on the edge. You weren’t much of a people person to begin with, but god did this man make you fucking hate people. 

Keep reading

[your-dead-european-ancestor]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. Learn to know your mutual and followers

Thanks for the ask!!

1. My books <33

2. Whatever tv show im currently watching

3. Musiccc. Especially when doing some type of work

4. Drawing

5. Talking to my friends <333

[thef1diary]

Thinking about ghost!max teasing and edging tf out of reader (im talking vibrators, fingers, his mouth… the whole 9 yards) while she tries to get ready for a NYE party… he has her panting and crying for a release he will ONLY give her if she stays home… essentially he wants reader to ring in the new years with his cock burried deep in her pussy.

Anyways whore house hours while at work 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

-❄️

— hi nonnie!! So glad to see you back in my inbox <3 whore house is open 24/7 🤭 this is sooo ghost!max, but how dare you even think of leaving him alone on nye of all days? 18+ content below

The short black dress clung to your body like a second skin, paired with shimmering gold heels that sparkled in the soft glow of your vanity lights. New Year’s Eve promised glamour, champagne, and laughter. You were almost ready—almost—if only Max wasn’t tormenting you.

The vibrator tucked into your panties buzzed mercilessly against your clit, its rhythm relentless yet carefully orchestrated to pull you back from the edge every time you got too close. A familiar cool draft curled around you, despite the lack of an open window, sending a chill down your spine.

“Max,” you hissed, gripping the vanity’s edge as your reflection blurred in the soft glow. “Stop playing games.”

Nearby, the spirit box on your dresser crackled to life, faint static filling the room before his voice filtered through. “Stop playing games?” The box repeated his words in fragmented bursts, mocking your plea as his shadowy presence sharpened behind you in the mirror. “Why would I stop when you’re this perfect? A trembling, desperate little mess for me.”

You could barely see him—just a faint, smoky outline, more suggestion than substance. Yet his touch was undeniable as cold fingers trailed down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Two fingers slid in your pussy, curling against that sensitive spot inside. You gasped, your knees buckling as his invisible hand held you steady, keeping you pressed against the vanity.

Your constant moans filled the room as he pumped his fingers inside you, his presence looming, the faint scent of gasoline and something slightly woodsy wrapping around you like a cocoon.

“You’re not leaving tonight,” he murmured through the spirit box, the sound enough to make you shiver. “Not when you should be here, screaming my name into the new year.”

Your hips instinctively rocked against his fingers, only amplifying the torment of the vibrator on your clit causing slick arousal to pool in your panties. You were teetering on the brink, your pussy clenching desperately around his fingers, your moans growing louder as release hovered just within reach.

But just as you were about to reach your orgasm, his fingers stilled, his voice from the spirit box cutting through the haze. “Not yet.”

You whimpered, thighs trembling, and as he slid your panties down your legs, the buzz of the vibrator moved away with an almost mocking finality. “Max,” you groaned, but he only chuckled, the sound resonating around the room like a ripple of cold air.

Before you could protest further, he dropped to his knees, his outline barely visible in the faint glow of the vanity light. His mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue cold but relentless as it worked you over. The spirit box crackled again, his voice threading through the air in between the sounds of your desperate moans.

“Stay home,” he whispered, interspersed with static. “Let me fuck you.”

His hands—more firm and defined than his ghostly form—gripped your thighs, holding you steady as his tongue licked and sucked in a rhythm that had you sobbing. Your fingers scrambled on the vanity, searching for a way to ground yourself, your nails scraping against the polished surface as your knees threatened to give out.

“Say it,” he growled against your folds. The vibration of his voice hit your pussy yet the sound came from the spirit box, sending jolts of pleasure and slight confusion straight through you. “Say you’ll stay.”

“I—I can’t,” you stammered, your resolve crumbling with every flick of his tongue.

He pulled away just long enough to speak, and you could make out an outline of his form looking up at you from between your legs. “Then you’ll be starting the new year with a punishment. You don’t want that do you, schatje?”

When his mouth descended on your cunt again, it was too much. You broke, sobbing out your surrender. “Fine! I’ll stay! Please, Max, I’ll stay!”

A satisfied moan echoed through the spirit box, and his shadowy form rose behind you, pressing you against the vanity as he guided you to bend over. You barely had time to brace yourself before he pushed into you, stretching you to the hilt in one slow, deliberate thrust.

Soon, it was nearing midnight, and he had you exactly where he wanted—pliant, desperate, and utterly ruined. The once-neat dress you’d planned to wear to the party was crumpled somewhere on the floor, forgotten hours ago when he’d pushed you down onto the bed.

Your loud, almost pornographic moans blended with the rhythmic sounds of skin meeting skin, the slick slide of his cock driving into you while he had finally let you to cum over and over again.

“You’re perfect,” he groaned, his faint outline shifting above you as he kissed down your neck. “So fucking perfect when you’re like this. All mine.”

You whimpered as he thrust into you harder, deeper, his cock hitting that devastating spot that made stars burst behind your eyes. The spirit box in the corner crackled again, faint words lost in static, a hauntingly intimate sound that only heightened your arousal.

When the chime of midnight echoed through the room, paired with fireworks happening outside your house, Max gripped your hips tightly, his thrusts quickening. “Cum for me,” he commanded, his voice a growl of pure possession. “Now, schat. Scream my name.”

Your body obeyed, the orgasm ripping through you with high intensity. You screamed his name, your voice hoarse and raw as he continued to move inside you, drawing out every wave of pleasure.

As the last aftershocks left you trembling, Max leaned down, his lips brushing your ear in a ghostly kiss.

“Happy new year,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. His presence lingered, a cold yet comforting press against your skin as you lay there, completely undone.

This year, you thought hazily, you wouldn’t need a resolution. You already had everything you wanted right here.

want more ghost!max? send me an ask with your filthiest thoughts and it’ll get answered during one of my dirty drabble days

[hl-obsessed]

https://www.tumblr.com/hl-obsessed/721836262354567169/finelineharryhe-was-very-loud-i-think-the-first?source=share

Fyck you mental illness. Go die soon

They've found me too! First time ever. Wow.

And this is literally post with Gemma's quote about Harry. Like this doesn't even make sense xD

[screwpinecaprice]

Aw 😊 Thank you. Am always happy to have had my silly doodle inspire a fic! (⁠ᵔ ⁠ꈊ⁠ ᵔ⁠)

Teens??? 😡 (Young adults?) Loitering??? 😡 On my immediate vicinity?????? 😡

Connie lets Steven borrow her clip to keep his hair from falling over his face. (Her own hair doesn't bother her because she's built like an anime character.)

[fillinforlater]

The Archive of Smite

This page belongs to the writer named Smite. He wrote fics starting in September of 2021 up until April 2024. In these 2,5 years, over 8.000 people followed him to read some of the craziest k-pop girl group smut out there. Almost 150 stories of sex in all kinds of positions, for many reasons, all over the world (and in outerspace), with too many kinks to count.

"When I started, I kinda wanted to become the best. I wanted my favorite writers at the time - Levi, Peach, Sins, and many more - to know that I could write as good as they can. I wanted to go wilder and crazier."

Smite, though ambitious, was also stupid and naive. At roughly the same time he started writing, two other community legends began their careers. IZ and Kaede crushed everything in their sight, especially the former becoming an absolute legend.

"Writing was fun. At times, it was escapism from everyday worries. At other times, it was fulfillment of fantasies I could never reach. Mostly though, it was just horny. BFH that just became words. If you go through my Masterlist, you might see which idols had some random heights or were just... Always on my hot list."

Smite never really stopped writing, not for long stretches that is. It didn't really occur to him that there might be a sudden, drastic reason to stop. He considered doing so anyways. Something about writing porn about irl people without them knowing or wanting - needless to say, it is an odd hobby. Nevertheless, he enjoyed it amd the community it brought with it.

"I fucking love these guys. So many hilarious peoplefrom all over the world. One became like my best friend, a rock during my emotional struggles. Another was my boyfriend for a short time. Man, I screwed up with him kekw. There are too many to mention. I've had long talks with some, others just came by and listened to me mald or something. I love you all, some of you I consider true friends - part of my soul - and I feel connected, even if you are thousands of miles away."

2024 started stressful for Smite. The pressure of Uni started to collapse on him. Even the thought of big kpop concerts wasn't enough to cheer him up. Luckily though, there was this girl. Sweet, kind, caring and in the same position. Soon, he had found something that seemed impossible. She was in love with him and he in love with her. And when everything unraveled.

"I stopped writing. I burried my drafts. I finished only one story and released it way later. I'm sorry I didn't announce it properly, but I just felt that this smut writing career was over. I don't regret it - I gained something beautiful I want to keep for the rest of my life. She is at least as pretty as Minju, so I call that the biggest win imaginable lol."

So no more smuts from Smite?

"99% no"

No more fanfictions/girl group stories in general?

"Eh, 80% no. Still some unfinished angst that I would love y'all to read tho"

Will you ever reach those 150 fics?

"We will see. In this count there are fics with less than 1000 words. I might just sneeze and finish it kekw"

Any fic you regret not writing?

"Not really? Maybe a proper ending for Starship: Horizon? Or yet another Minju fic? Futa stuff? Gaeul angst x female reader? Or how about a fic with 69 different idols at once? Who but me would dare to write something so stupid?"

Do you think you reached your initial goal?

"Do I consider myself the GOAT? No. That title belongs to either Peach, Levi or IZ. But I know that of my now 8.700 followers some consider me their favorite writer. I'm flattered and thank you very much for reading amd enjoying my work."

Now for the most important question: does this post mean you are finally leaving the community behind for good? Is this your last hoorah?

"..."

"Never."