#wanted to go to bed early

[transratsactivist]

well, I fucked it up

[kathonyy]

KATE SHARMA in BRIDGERTON 2x04 VICTORY

[ganondoodle]

Empress and her Bodyguard (2)

(OCs, Zaphira she/her, Shargon he/they)

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[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[bondilluns]

30min gerard ms paint sketch before i go to bed o7

[ID: A messy digital sketch of Gerard Way with his hair slicked back, holding a microphone to his mouth. He is painted in different shades of blue and fades into the black background]

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

Robin: Dad? Oscar: Me. Robin: Are you busy? Oscar: Not too busy to talk about getting a call from school earlier-.. three hours into the first day of term, no less. [Robin huffed, his shoulders slumping; that wasn’t what he wanted to talk about] Oscar: Two-way street, pal.. you talk, I talk. Robin: Fine-.. what does it mean when someone who’s usually an asshole suddenly starts being nice? Oscar: I guess it depends on the asshole, do they want something? Robin: I don’t know, it’s hard to tell via messenger-.. or any other time. Oscar: [hums] I dunno, I wouldn’t dismiss it straight away but I wouldn’t let my guard down either-.. play it by ear y’know? Your mom’s always saying life’s too short for grudges, but she can be too nice sometimes. Robin: So, somewhere in the middle is good? Oscar: Maybe? Life’s messy, bud.. I don’t think I can give you any definitive answers on this kinda shit. [Robin heaved a weary sigh, wishing he’d just gone to bed] Oscar: Are you gonna tell me what happened today? Robin: I don’t wanna talk about it. Oscar: You can’t just up n’ leave at lunch, what’re you playing at? Robin: Sorry. Oscar: Sorry ain’t gonna cut it every time, Robin. I don’t wanna have to start getting on your case about school, but if you don’t sort your shit out, we’re gonna have to-.. and let’s be honest, no one can be arsed with that. [Oscar jostled Robin’s knee affectionately, he wasn’t really mad, but he wasn’t messing around either] Robin: I’ll try harder. Oscar: No one’s asking you for straight A’s but you’re taking the piss now. Apply yourself or whatever the teachers say-.. and keep your ass inside the gates ‘til three as well, okay? Robin: Okay, okay! Oscar: You better! I’ll pick up a military school pamphlet if you don’t. Robin: [snorts] Yeah, right.

[hamsternamedmarinette]

Seinfeld episode that takes place in Miraculous Paris

Jerry's new girlfriend thinks it's a red flag that he's never gotten upset enough to attract an akuma. Kramer joins a pool to place bets on how akuma battles will end up. Elaine starts dating the perfect man, but her attraction to him nosedives when she finds out he's been akumatized and his akuma form was really weird-looking and embarrassing. George pokes fun at her situation, but then he ends up akumatized for a super inane reason and his akuma form is the ugliest one by far.

[pia55tri]

Carcar prompt!!

Carlos follows Oscar back on Insta randomly and Oscar is very ??? about it hehe

thank you for sending in a prompt 🫶

Oscar gets so many notifications on his public socials that he’s muted them all. That isn’t to say that he isn’t immediately informed when anything happens, because he is.

This time, it’s a message from his social media manager, who doesn’t really manage his posts, but does keep an eye out on them for the team. It goes, Just a few comments from some drivers on your latest post. And Carlos followed you back.

And Oscar’s immediate instinct is to ask, Carlos who?

Is it Carlos Alcaraz? That would be cool, but unlikely.

Even just as unlikely is Carlos Sainz Jr. following him back. But that’s just what happens.

Oscar stares at his followers list for a long moment. He isn’t on bad terms with Carlos, per se. But they’re not on — on great terms either. They just.

They talk. A lot. Carlos talks a lot, in general, and Oscar is exactly the type to goad him, so when they end up in the same vicinity — which is often, nowadays, given that they’re both living in Monaco and bumping into each other at the gym, or the padel court, or even Lando’s favourite haunts around the city — they end up talking for longer than Oscar anticipates.

And they take the same private jets. Same planes, if they’re flying commercial. They have the same friends on the grid. They go to the same gym.

It just happens. Oscar never expected it to, but it does. And somehow all those coincidences and those conversations snowball into texting on the regular and sending each other ridiculous posts from the internet and sports news clips and short messages about their very separate days. And.

Anyway. Throughout it all, Carlos never followed Oscar back on instagram. It was funny, at first (and still is, really), because Carlos would leave comments on his posts like a terrible stalker. For the first few weeks of their sort-of-friendship, Oscar doesn’t think that Carlos even knew he hadn’t been following Oscar back. But it’s since been a little joke between them.

(And imagine that, an inside joke between Oscar and Carlos Sainz Jr. Oscar was a child and spectator at one of Carlos’s rookie races. Little Oscar would have laughed in disbelief. Rookie Oscar would have also laughed in disbelief, in, albeit, a mildly different manner.)

So, now. Oscar is up at an unreasonable time, lounging in his underwear, in the middle of his messy room, and staring at the carlossainz55 in his followers list.

What the fuck.

He needs a sympathetic ear.

🏎🏎

“Okay?” Logan is not at all sympathetic. “And, uh, how does that make you feel?”

“I’m. Normal about it.”

“If you were normal about it, you wouldn’t have called me about it at,” a rustle and a sigh, “three in the morning about it. Mate, I have a meeting in, like, four hours.”

“Logan, please.”

“Call Fred or something.”

“No!” Oscar immediately protests. “And no calling Lando either. They’ll just tell me to— to smooch him or something.”

Another pause. “Well, mate, I don’t know what to tell you, but I personally think that if you’re thinking about ‘smooching’ someone at three in the morning, then you should probably do that.”

Oscar groans. “Fuck you, too.”

“Cheers,” Logan says brightly, then hangs up on him.

Oscar groans again.

🏎🏎

He finally gives in to his little lizard hindbrain and pulls up his messages with Carlos.

So you’re finally signing up to seeing me on your timeline regularly?

He stares at his screen with some shock at his own audacity. What is he—

A buzz. And a reply from Carlos.

Much easier than me going to look for your account every time I want to see you, yes?

Oscar stares some more.

Carefully, he places his phone screen-down on his bed. Looks up at the ceiling.

He can feel his heart in his throat.

Well.

Well.

[fishandshesmygills]

i fucking hate winter i want to [remembers threatening suicide just harms my loved ones] take down a deer with my bare hands and rip its throat out with my teeth

[starbylers]

I just have to make the point that even legit leaks can a) absolutely be taken out of context. Like imagine pre s4 hearing ‘El plans a date for her and Mike, and Will thirdwheels them’, or ‘Mike finally tells El he loves her’, none of that gives you a comprehensive picture of the actual story and all the nuances within those specific events. For example it’s extremely possible that idk Mike is at some point very protective of El…like duh, he does love her and she literally almost died again at the end of s4 😭 or even something less dramatic and more just sweet. May I remind you Stancy s2 full on kiss and say they love each other and then break up later lmao. I just mean to say there are ways things could come across very pro-Mlvn while being wildly out of context. And b) any leak is coming through numerous filters. The original source, how accurate/detailed what they know is, how they communicate it, how the recipient interprets the information & decides to relay it sometimes based on their own agenda lol. I personally recommend never taking anything at face value even from possibly reliable sources 🫡

[tricitymonsters]

DAY 3 - Free Use

Content warnings: Kink Contract, free access to fuck, teasing, dom/sub, mind reading, objectification, dehumanization PREVIOUS NEXT

When Amir arranges a “free use” situation with you, he takes it very seriously and treats it as a very formal agreement.  There’s two reasons for this: one, because he’s a stickler for clear and informed consent when it comes to more advanced kink, and two, because PART of the magic is you signing control over to him willingly and deliberately.

First, he’ll draft up the terms of your stint as a Free Use Object for him.  He’ll tell you what he expects an agreement like this entitles him to, ensure that things you can’t cope with are taken off the table, establishes a tap-out word or phrase, etc.  He’ll also establish a time period in which you will be Free Use.  Normally he starts with a 24 hour period but if he thinks you can take more he prefers to go for a full weekend.  

He shows up with his contract and reads it to you- preferably somewhere semi-public like a coffee shop with JUST enough background chatter to cover his words, even if he’s a beacon for stares and unsubtle eyeballing.  It's not that he wants everyone to know what he’s saying to you, but he does want to start setting the stage for that delicious little bite of humiliation and dehumanization as he pulls you through the preliminary niceties (presentation and build-up is just as important as freely using you, he’ll remind you).

And your coffee date will culminate with you formally signing your agreement to make your body available for him to do pretty much anything he pleases with you for a couple of days.  When it’s time for him to go, he kisses you like the Klimt painting and excuses himself to his other obligations.

When it’s FINALLY time for the fun to start, Amir arranges for you to stay in his penthouse for the duration.  And he starts DIABOLICALLY slowly.

You wake up to hot, especially sensual kisses down the side of your throat.  His lips are soft and one of his hands wanders down your body idly.  When his phone chirps, however, he stops with one last “Good Morning�� kiss and moves to get dressed for the day.  Though when he finally reemerges, he’ll start to push more and more as you go through the day.  You’re in the middle of a conversation about nothing in particular and circles you like a predator,  eyeing you up and down and giving your ass a slap when your words falter.  He’s interested in what you have to say, of course, please continue.  Free use means more than convenient hole on demand for him, he wants you to experience feeling like a pretty little fuckpet so while you’re still trying to get your thoughts out, he comes in from behind and slides his hands up under your shirt.  Now you get pinched for failing to keep up the conversation but by the time he works up from your sides to your nipples, the pinching and light but sadistic little tugs make your train of thought crash and burn.

He has you tits-out from that point on and every time he comes near you he’s touching them- thumbing or circling them with a fingertip to keep your nipples pert and erect.  He comments that it's cute multiple times.

Frankly, that’s just the appetizer and he only gets more intense as things go on.  He catches you making coffee later in the morning and without saying anything simply folds you over the counter and grinds his cock between your thighs.  He barely even acknowledges you either, you’re just a favorite toy, after all.

In the afternoon, Amir starts dealing with his clients and various communications he’s got to take care of.  He pulls you in by the jaw for a deep, hungry kiss before he directs you to the floor and spends an obscene amount of time working on correspondence while rubbing his high-heeled foot against the apex of your legs the whole time.  He’s never rough with it but the threat, humiliation, and constant stimulus are making your nerves fry and your need balloon rapidly.  

He finally fucks you fully once he’s done dealing with his emails, folding you over the table much like he did the kitchen counter, but this time he pours an excessive amount of scened lubricant on the naked small of your back just to watch it sluice between your flanks before he fingers you compliant enough to fuck.

Which he does, full force.  You’re actually surprised at how much force he can put into it.  Amir can pick up on your thoughts if they’re loud enough and he’s plowing into your tight, slick little hole he’s definitely managing to fuck the only thought you have to the front of your brain.

He chuckles and leans low over you.  “I’m sorry, you thought ‘free use’ meant you’d just be tied up somewhere all day for me to play with?”

He pauses to moan lasciviously as you tighten around him, too spun up to make real words with your slack, drooling mouth.  

“I suppose for many that would be how one sets up a Free Use scene.  I am, however, a very busy man, darling.”  He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it off his slightly flushed face.  “I need a certain degree of performance out of my toys.”

You flush, unable to keep yourself from thinking of his high-performance sports car and he scoops up the thought with another chuckle even as you can feel him tensing up as he nears his end.  “Yes, just like that.  I could tie up anyone and leave them blindfolded and fuckable but it takes a special kind of toy to keep me engaged.  The best kind.”

He does you the favor of beaming you several potent mental snapshots of what you guess to be an embellished version of his point of view but the objectification, the domination only makes your arousal spike.  

But not nearly as much as it does when you feel his breath hiss sharply and then he cums in you hard and fast, with such force that you can feel him throbbing and his molten hot cum fill your insides.  The best toy indeed.

[sergle]

I feel you, its so bad 😭, I had to go on a functioning adult human schedule for school and good god, out the house by 7am... bad bitches are not built for that..

WE REALLY ARE... and man, I can brute force myself into any schedule if there are things that HAVE to be done at certain times (like school, like you said) but it absolutely never feels "right". it feels like waking up at 3am to go to the airport type of shit. and it is truly so annoying... to get hit with the "that's a Normal schedule, you need to Fix your schedule" okay. alright. but let me hit you with this one. is it "normal" or is it just conducive to a 8 - 5. because no matter what my sleep schedule is like, or how locked in I am, I'm more clear headed at night + more productive and energetic. and no matter what, I'm tired during the day, especially the brightest times of day when the sun is allegedly supposed to be signaling my brain to be awake and alert. and it doesn't matter how much sleep I got.

[smilesflower]

such a heartthrob...

[euthymiya]

when i say i want to fuck a milf i mean she should be dangerously close to menopause

[the-spam-specialist]

Early morning half-asleep Amethio with messed up hair, a Charcadet t-shirt, and a coffee mug that says "Don't talk to me"

[veryaren]

this trend is so fun. Also I have 2 hours on papa Louie pals