#what a soft sweet boy!

[nerdinyourarms]

Some soft, intense making out. Losing ourselves in the sweet kissing sounds our mouths make in rhythm as you're subtly pushing me back, your hands gliding over me until I'm just moaning into your mouth as you keep your magic going your tongue dancing down my throat. Until I'm so worked up that my minds gone completely fuzzy and not even noticed that you're now straddling me, pinning my hands to the headboard and holding them tightly. Maintaining your gorgeous eyes on mine, carefully undressing me. A smile appearing on your face as you watch my already delirious, bright red expression become enraptured as you start sliding me in gently, grinding yourself back and forth on it and once again.. putting your mouth to mine, my sweet sounds, and gasps lost in there, taking it all in.

Would fix me just saying.

[biodead-on-the-biobed]

I see people talking about “oh Phillipa and Prudence are racing to produce an heir, and so far Penelope is winning” and “what if Prudence and Phillipa both have daughters and Penelope is the one to have a son” and I raise you:

Penelope has twins.

Because THINK abt it. Bridgerton has messed with birth order/child names before (see Daphne and August) so it’s possible for this case (ie: making Agatha and Thomas twins instead)

But just. Imagine the chaos. Imagine Penelope’s family brushing aside the idea that Pen is even pregnant, or telling her “you’re so sick because you’re having a girl” or some other nonsense. Imagine her sisters still haven’t had their children. Imagine Penelope gives birth and of course half the Bridgertons are there in support and Penelope’s own family arrive late after the birth. And Portia gets told that Yes, you do have a granddaughter.

And a grandson.

And then you cut to Colin and Pen holding their girl and boy respectively (I refuse to believe Agatha wont have Colin wrapped around her little finger within 5 minutes of her being born, and you know sweet boy Thomas has Pens entire heart) and Portia, Prudence, and Phillipa have to come to terms with the fact that not only did Penelope beat them in the race to have a child, she had TWO

[navnae]

It wasn’t shocking when Eddie came to Steve whenever he was anxious or just needed some company, even before they started dating Eddie always felt at peace around Steve no matter what was going on around them. Recently Eddie started to pick up this habit that would involve him taking Steve’s hand into his own and take his index finger then face along the lines in Steve’s palms. The innocent action never made Steve feel a certain way, in fact he thought it was cute. He just wondered where did this habit come from in the first place. One day while they were cuddling on the couch at Steve’s place Eddie immediately brought Steve’s hand closer to him and traced the same lines that he could probably do with his eyes clothes because he’s done the same thing over and over again. Steve thought now was the best time to ask the question.

“Can I ask you something?” Steve asked softly. Eddie hummed in response as he continued to mindlessly trace the lines in Steve’s hand. “Why do you do this?”

Steve pointed to Eddie’s finger tracing his palm, he earned a light laugh from Eddie who looked at him with a smile on his face.

“It calms me down and it’s like a distraction in a way. I feel at peace when I’m with you, Steve” Eddie said sweetly before placing a quick kiss on Steve’s cheek making him blush in the process. It made him feel good that Eddie could put his guard down around him and he was comfortable enough to admit something so personal.

[yappyappyapp]

babe, only you.

jack hughes x reader

to feed my jack obsession recently, here’s a bit of angst and fluff (no mature content). please, enjoy.

also: there’s no proofread, so..

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you found yourself always wondering; “am i good enough for him?”, “do i deserve him?”. comments had been lashed out earlier this evening to darken those already eerie thoughts that you fought so hard to not reside with. a long, long stay.

jack came into the room, that was the man that’s ‘in love with you’. those thoughts slashed at your mind little cuts kept wracking your head. the trance you were in was broken by your lovers lips lovingly placed onto your head, and you felt the couch slightly dip when he sat down beside you. his arm snaked around your shoulders and pulled you close to him, your head lying on his shoulder.

no one questioned if he did enough in this relationship. no one made snarky comments on how he was so quiet, how he looked like he never put enough effort into how he showed his love, but they did to you. and it was torture trying to hit those thoughts out of your brain. every single one of those comments lingered for longer and longer each time someone made another.

“what’s wrong?”

his soft voice lingered in the room as he ran his calloused hands up and down your arm. the television was playing in the background, an old re-run of big bang theory, muted, but with subtitles.

“jack, it’s just,” you started, why couldn’t you form words. a pang in your heart stung against your chest. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, he froze, eyes straying from the tv and to your slumped form against him.

“what makes you think that?” he murmured, his blue eyes connected with your glossy (e/c) ones.

“i- im not good enough-“ you were cut off by a sweet kiss to the lips. “don’t talk like that. i don’t care if your quiet, i don’t care what people say about our relationship, (y/n)!” he exclaimed. “people don’t know you, and how lucky i am to actually know and to be with you. i thank anyone in the skies above that they let me hold your hands. you are everything, my universe, my world. don’t let people tear into you.”

he rubbed his hands up and down your spine as you sobbed painfully into his chest, dampening his shirt.

the thoughts were still there, but at least you had someone to guide you along this long and winding road.

“i love you.”

[jazzyderaoz]

Aftercare is the best thing ever man. Like,,, unbelievably perfect way to show a sweet little sub how much I fucking adore him.

Cuddling, holding him close with gentle hands… running my fingers through his hair n getting him all drowsy…covering his face and neck with kisses. Making him all giggly and soft and fuzzy and… man isn’t it fucking beautiful. Isn’t it the sweetest fucking thing in all the world…

[seagrave3]

me

[doyelikehaggis]

7 Days of Scarepairs: Blam | Blaine Anderson x Sam Evans (Glee) + “Vampire”

Requested by Anonymous

"I have to compel you. If anyone found out-"

Sam stared back at him, his eyes as big as saucers. "Who would believe me? I don't even think I believe me."

"Trust me," Blaine said gravely, "plenty of people around here would believe you, and that wouldn't end well. For anyone. It's not just me."

Sam got out of his chair. "Wait, there are others? Like, here? In Lima?"

Reluctantly, Blaine nodded. He knew shouldn't be telling him any of this. It was too much of a risk. He should compel him now, like Mr Schue told him to.

But then he caught a glimpse of Sam's face. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he sank back into the chair and shook his head. He looked up at him.

"This is so cool."

"It's really not," Blaine tried to protest.

"Dude, you're a freaking vampire!" He glanced around them, his face taking on a more serious look as Blaine motioned for him to keep his voice down. "Sorry. It's just... I don't understand. You're this awesome, supernatural being with awesome powers. You're like a superhero."

Every disadvantage and negative side to it rolled right back down Blaine's throat. His mouth quirked and Sam's grin widened.

"I guess, in a way..." he said, his brow furrowing. "Wait, you like superheroes?"

"Are you kidding? I love them," Sam said with barely contained excitement but, to his credit, he managed to keep control of his volume. His eyes grew impossibly wider and he was out of his chair again, standing in front of him. "Could I be your human sidekick?!"

The answer to that question should, undoubtedly, be a resounding no. Letting him keep his memories was bad enough. But actually involving him in any of it? Mr Schue would never let it slide.

He opened his mouth to shoot him down, but... he just couldn't bring himself to do it. The truth was, it was a pretty lonely existence. He'd only been a vampire for two years, but he barely had anyone to talk to anymore. His parents didn't want to know him. It was better they forgot about him entirely and went on pretending he had actually died that night.

Even his brother was better off like that.

Sure, he had a few friends at Dalton, and they knew what it was like, but... he was still really lonely. They had all gotten used to in their own ways, but he never could. Mr Schue was always telling him he couldn't have human blood because of the ripper gene, so he couldn't exactly tag along with David and Jeff when would sneak out.

He never even talked to Kurt about it because he thought it might freak him out too much, with all the history between witches and vampires, and now he wasn't even there anymore anyway.

He felt completely alone, even in his own world.

But here was Sam, looking at him like he was the coolest person he had ever met. Asking to be his friend. He wasn't afraid of him or what he might do, not like everyone back at Dalton or Mr Schue.

"I'm sorry." He sighed as Sam's face fell. "It's too dangerous. I need to make you forget all of this."

Sam pressed his lips together and nodded. "Can I just ask one thing? Don't take everything away."

Blaine opened his mouth, already shaking his head, but Sam lifted his eyes to him, freezing him to the spot with his next words.

"Leave the part where we met today."

Sam took a deep breath and nodded one more time, letting him know he was ready, even if he wasn't really. And he wasn't the only one.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't make him forget.

Worse than that: he didn't want to.

[melkior]

Ah- we don't need an elaborate plot to win Messmer over, you see! I have two words for you that would have him won over in an instant...

TENS Unit.

[galmiahthepigeon]

His poet's soul and attack dog demeanor have captivated me I'm afraid

[teddybeartoji]

mayor mickey,

i want to know your Big Thought™️ about jason todd. the fact/head canon that you always come back to, the one that’s taken up residence in your brain and still doesn’t pay rent.

mine is that he’s capable of treating everyone but himself tenderly (it’s a work in progress)

xoxo sunnie (@fic-over-cannon)

SUNNIE DARLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my Big Thought™️ abt him isn't all that special but it's very important to me okay... that his hugs feel so fucking good. whenever he gives you a hug he just engulfs your whole body and it makes you feel so so so fucking safe:(((((((((((( he pulls you flush to him, pressing your head to his chest so you can feel his heartbeat while his big arms snake around your back. it feels like home. and he smells so fucking good too it truly does seem like nothing could ever hurt you as long as you stay in his arms:((((((((((((( WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH he's so fucking boyfriend i love himm

another thing that's always on my mind, and i think that ro has talked abt this too a while back i'm pretty sure she's actually the one that put it in my head in the first place but it's just that while he seems so big and tough, he's always helping out the elderly and the kids in his apartment building. like i can't stop imagining him carrying in his neighbor's groceries up the stairs,, she's just this older lady who also has a cat (who btw really likes jason lmao) aaand she always tells him that she has it but jason never budges he's got the grocery bag in his hand so fast that the woman doesn't even have the chance to try and keep it from him. they always walk up the stairs together and the lady sometimes tries to apologize for being a little slow and jason is so so quick to brush that off with a small smile, encouraging her to tell him abt her day. HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART OK:(((((((((((((

aaand i feel like some of the kids were definitely a little afraid of him at first bc well.. he's all big and tough and he has scars and a motorcycle but then maybe one day they're playing in the yard and their ball gets stuck and jason happens to see it and he just helps them out without them having to ask him and he gives them a grin while shooting it in the hoop (he can be such a show-off omfg) and when he hears the young kids cheer for him he knows that he's finally cracking that scary idea of him that they have in their heads yk?

BUT WAHHHH:(((((((((((((( SUNNIEEE:(((((((((((((( you're so right he struggles with taking care of himself properlyy:((((((((((((((((((((( he works so hard no matter it is that he's doing and so i feel like his sleep isn't all too good and he probably doesn't eat as much as he should either:(((((((( but you're also right abt it being a work in progress!!!!!!!!!! he just needs that little push, said push being you, to see that he's important too. that he deserves everything that he's been giving out. he deserves all that tender care aswell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh i love him so bad i want to take care of him and help him love himself:((((((((((((((((

[necrotic-nephilim]

hi hello i think im in love with ur brain, thank you for being on the internet

hello!! aaaaa this is SO sweet thank you so much anon you're too nice to me. i am so terrified of existing on the internet with my thoughts and opinions especially about DC stuff, so this is very reassuring of you to say. so thank you for caring about the things that come out of my brain <3

[navnae]

Every time Eddie goes out to practice with his band, in his guitar case there’s always these cute little notes written from Steve wishing him nothing but the best and good luck with his session. That gives Eddie so much motivation to practice as hard as he can and sometimes he jots the things that Steve has written on those notes into his own journal for their next song. One day it catches Steve off guard when he’s at work and he leaves briefly to the back to help Robin with putting away some containers. When he comes back out there’s a note on the counter and he’s taken aback by how he couldn’t hear the store door make any noise. Steve picks up the note and blushes immediately as he realized exactly who wrote the note.

You are amazing. I just thought you should know. <3 - E.M.

Steve’s heart started to pound just by reading the note and with a smile he slipped it into his pocket then went back to work with a little pep in his step. Both of them continue to give each other these cute notes right before they got out anywhere and now it’s become a tradition for them.

[link-sans-specs]

He's not napping- he's full of shit.

Rhett & Link

We Took a Decent Nap

BONUS BASIL LEAF: This might be the best shot of Rhett's eyes I've ever seen. Such good natural light. Ofc, Link had shades on the whole time. 🙄

[warmbeebosoftbeebo]

Because we all could use B cuddling with a kitty in our lives. And vices era gets neglected.

A fan with their kitty or a kitty with his fan?

Who else wishes they were that kitty? 😸

[insinirate]

KV as it's portrayed in Stampede is like modern day classic yaoi, it's like Muraki/Tsuzuki from Yami no Matsuei, it's all the fucked up rapist seme/cute uke tropes of yesteryear and I love studio Orange for doing this

we are, as they say, so fucking back

[snootlestheangel]

It was incredibly rare to see Truck without a scowl on his face. In fact, it was so rare that many Shadows could count on one hand the number of times they've seen Truck make any sort of expression other than pissed off.

And it was this surly demeanor that allowed Truck sanctuary in his shop. Away from the prying eyes and too-curious Shadows he rather not deal with.

That and his constant chasing unwanted visitors with a wrench.

It was safe to say that Truck's shop was strictly off limits to anyone else.

Hence why it was such a great place to hide when you needed it most.

Truck was aware of how Shadows avoided his shop like the plague. He was fine with this, happy about it actually.

So he preferred to blame his rather amiable reaction on the shock factor of finding one of the youngest Shadows curled up in the corner of his shop.

"Sorry I can go." Flash quickly stuttered out upon seeing the hulking frame of Truck as he entered the back half of the shop. Truck grunted as he watched the lanky kid unfurl himself from the ball he had tucked himself into. Something bold and something stupid came over Truck as he watched Flash try to bolt with his head low.

"Why were you in here to begin with?" The old man growled, and if it weren't for his usual foul mood, Truck would have felt a bit ashamed for the way the kid seemed to have a heart attack at the question.

"Well, cause I know it's like the one place on base that no one will bother me. It was a stupid idea, I know, I'm sorry-" Flash didn't get to finish his sentence before Truck had thrown a hand up to stop him.

"Sit back down, kid. I ain't gonna chase you out of here. We can all use a little peace and quiet every now and then." Truck didn't know what came over him in that moment, and he won't ever know. But what he does know is he felt a bit of pity as he watched Flash's face go from terrified to traumatized. Flash didn't say a word as he sank back against the wall, tucking his long legs against his chest the best he could.

Truck would never openly admit to anyone, except maybe Candy, how his heart broke just a bit at how the normally high energy young guy was so sullen. It broke Truck's heart a bit at how he thought that at least Flash wouldn't be too much to handle for once.

Truck decided to ignore both his feelings and the young Shadow as he began to tinker with the engine in front of him.

"Does it ever get easier?" Flash mumbled, and Truck paused for a moment.

"No." He grunted out, and he could faintly hear the choked back cry coming from the only dark corner of the shop.

"You get numb eventually." Truck added, almost out of guilt and almost out of something else he didn't care to linger on. Flash sniffled, but didn't respond right away. Truck assumed the conversation to be over, but assumed wrongly.

"Is that what you are? Numb?" Flash's quiet voice practically squeaked in the dark, and Truck whipped his head around to glare the other. But the glare quickly melted as he was met with watery blue eyes, brow furrowed with genuine thought.

"Yeah, you could say that." Truck muttered, for once his deep voice not harsh. Flash nodded as he took a deep breath and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

"Sorry for disturbing your shop, sir." Flash whispered, and Truck found himself unable to conjure up any hatred. Instead, he let out a tired sigh.

"Sometimes, company is all you need to feel better. Take your time, kid."

And yeah, maybe Truck's shop was a secret hiding place for Flash from then on. A hiding place from all the responsibilities, from all the high expectations. A hiding place from the glassy eyes and gaping mouths, from the blood spattered walls and bullet ridden doors.

And yeah, maybe Truck found himself not minding the company. Even if it meant eventually dealing with lots of questions and corny jokes. He tolerated those, scoffed at them at best. He felt he had to.

They were signs Flash was coming back around, after all.