#x rant

[ffverr]

I am still, in AWE of the fox X-Men writers' dellusion. How the hell do you even come up with Mystique and Charles having a sibling relationship ?? What was the thought process?? What is it in the comics that ever suggested such a thing?

And people are still eating it up today! I don't know if i should be scared or impressed.

[instantchaossweets]

The responsible for making me suffer for this family, be careful. I'M COMING FOR YOU 👺

[itsoutrageouss]

Just something about the unspoken tension between you and Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, the way he looks at you with those hooded, lazy trails over your face that doesn’t give anything away except for how long they’re on you.

It’s when he finally creaks the door open to your room in the barracks in the dead of night, his silhouette recognisable in a second as you lay curled up under the covers. You don’t say anything. He doesn’t say anything, but you see his shoulders move like he’s breathing heavier than usual. He walks to your bed like he has all the time in the world- which he does.

You sit up. Blink at him in the dark. He peels your blankets off without a word, his eyes leaving your face only to trail down your body with the same impenetrable, unreadable eyes. It’s unbearable but it had to come to this and you both know it as he shrugs off his shirt, slips his sweats down.

He pushed your tank top just over your tits to suck on them. Nothing had been said yet as you gasp into the thick silence, his perverted mouth licking and sucking with no remorse, filthy sounds accompanying your silent whines as his lips pop, his tongue licking over any flesh it could find. His mouth trails lower and lower, hands flexing on your ribs, tits, thighs, because he needed this. You. Stress relief. And he wanted to find it in your body, just for tonight. Right?

pt.2

[sapphosclosefriend]

This is the outfit of a lesbian who made so many women realize they were gay back then

[arkangelo-7]

Bruce, to the Justice League after a botched mission: You deliberately disobeyed me! And worse, you put Clark in danger!

Clark, who is legitimately indestructible: :(

[dumbbitchgalore]

Easing Old Man!Price into sex after dealing with erectile dysfunction 💓 (🌽 link)

As Price gets old with every passing day, a subtle yet gnawing voice at the of his head was telling him that he wasn't able to keep his birdie happy and satisfied despite all his efforts and it didn't help that physically he was not able to perform satisfactorily. He mentally curses himself for all the years of nicotine and alcohol use, mentally chiding himself for not listening to you earlier.

His little birdie would eventually leave him for his flaws.

But you saw it in a different light, you tried to keep John happy and fulfilled and besides there is more than one way to achieve the orgasmic bliss that John always seemed to coax out of you with either his hands or mouth or maybe both, one of his many talents. Your love for him never dwindled but you could see the sadness and unfound guilt in his eyes.

One day, he tells you that he wants to use Viagra to make sex as pleasurable as it used to be. Despite your attempts to voice that you have no complaints about the two of your sex life, John shut them down. He needed to do this, not just for you but for him, to make him feel like a man again. You start to understand that maybe reassurance may not be enough to help John find his self-esteem again so you cave and tell him it's fine.

Tonight, you both find yourselves sitting on the bed after John had taken the pill. Sweaty and flushed til the tips of his ears, John felt like a schoolboy seeing a woman naked for the first time. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, what to say or how to react after seeing his chubby cock stand tall and proud after such a long time. He looks away when you sit next to him, wearing nothing causing you to chuckle chuckle at his nervousness.

“Come on, babe. It’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen my tits. Hell, you even drank my-”

John places a hand over your mouth stopping you from finishing your sentence. You give the palm of his hand a attentive kiss before pulling away and placing a fleeting kiss oh his cheek.

You hand makes its way to his cock, giving it a few trial pumps. Seeing John’s eyes glaze over gave you all the permission you needed to continue your ministrations.

“That’s it, soldier boy. Let your birdie help you.”

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

pls pls heard me out...FIDDLESTAN! <3

ok, i got this ask ten days ago, and I've been thinking about it ever since. Because I got two other asks asking for fiddauthor, and I dON'T KNOW HOW TO LET THEM DOWN LIGHTLY BECAUSE I'M A FIDDLESTAN BITCH THROUGH AND THROUGH 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!

Don't get me wrong, fiddauthor is great and makes sense and everything. But listen. Billford and fiddauthor are multidimensional ships, they are good! But FIDDLESTAN!?!? that shit is the WHAT-THE-HECK-A-HEDRON!!!!!!! Even though it's literally 100% speculation, the implications are FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!! I jumped between three ships so far during this gravity falls thing, each time thinking one is better than the other. I've decided that FIDDLESTAN IS KING!!!!!! I'm sorry. I could rant about them forever. I've been listening to nothing but extended versions of disco music for the past week. (YES THEY HAD A CRAZY ROMANTIC FLING IN VEGAS NO I WILL NOT ELABORATE!!!! (yes i will. I will elaborate at some point. it will be like ten pages or text. or I will draw it. idk.))

Here is a sketchbook doodle from like a week ago. I'm gonna post another fiddlestan thing in a few moments, but my style changes like I'm a completely different artist every week without warning, so I'm gonna leave this by itself!

He comes into YOUR house, he steals YOUR identity, and he fucks YOUR research partner!!! Fuck you!!!!!!!!!!

[cowgyaru]

wolverine sevika you are so special to me ….

[acid-ixx]

a loving family, an unpalatable desire

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: would anyone hear me out if i ever wrote romantic yan! bruce (ft. platonic yan! batfam AND romantic yan clark kent alongside the superfam ofc) with a neglected spouse reader... because uhm, i've been thinking about it lately just yk... so anyways PLSPLSPLS send in asks about this, ive been thinking about it so much lately.

imagine wanting to raise a family so badly with a man who adopts problem children as a side hustle. you're not some invasive spouse, you've always been good, always been loving, so... so accepting, never questioned where or how he picked them up from the side of the streets, never once complaining about the hickeys on his neck or the once neat tussles of his hair now tangled accompanying lipstick stains on his white suit.

you love your children, you tell yourself all the time. you love them, you love bruce— even if he doesn't love you. you said it in your vows, despite it being scripted, despite your family finally sighing in relief in the sidelines at finally being able to sell you off to one of the wealthiest man in the world, rather than being wasting off under their care— your vows are real.

you wanted someone to love you, unconditionally, so viscerally eternal that it eats you up.

really, all you wanted was to play that fantasy life of trophy house spouses. all you wished for was a loving, healthy relationship. the american dream: the picture perfect family frames, your husband kissing you on the cheek as he leaves for work, your children bickering at the dining room, with the scent of homemade meals wafting about the vicinity. all you wanted was the warmth in your chest to flicker like candlelights. all you dreamed about was that domestic life, an escape from the abusive household you were raised in.

yet the manor is too cold, too unforgiving for a soul such as yours.

the longer you stay inside claustrophobic, yet oh-so large hallways, the quicker you drown in a neverending pool of self-hatred.

but you're not allowed to show them your sufferings. they've been through much worse, you tell yourself. they've suffered more, and as what good spouses do, as what you're taught, you stay silent, enabling them to turn you into their own emotional punching bag.

you only allow yourself to cry at the dead of the night, under the sheets of your too-cold blanket and your too-hot pillows. when the manor is filled with deathly silence and a looming sense of dread and ill fitting thoughts of ifs and when they'll come back in one piece, will you grant yourself temporary respite; worry for a family who never even called you their parent.

yet you've always been so considerate. despite the pang in your chest every time bruce flirts with anymore potential love interest at a gala, you chose to instead monitor your chaotic children, who have always never bat an eye on you despite you always gazing lovingly at them.

you know of their interests, they don't know yours, yet you still give them extravagant gifts on their birthdays, with tired, yet glinting eyes, and a silent excuse to return to your room; one separate from bruce.

you know of bruce's hardships, but you don't push too hard, don't force him to talk, only provide him your silence and an offer to serve him dinner; all the time he refuses without looking at you. you give him comfort only if he ever allows you, only if he allows his walls to crumble— but not even his spouse can amount to a warm, crackling fireplace. to him, you're probably only a matchstick under the deadbeat glaze of the snow in a winter night.

maybe that's why you're such a ghost in the manor, stalking through the hallways, looking out for any of your children in case they come across you with any injuries. maybe that's why eventually your resolve weakened.

and maybe the absence of familial love led you to find comfort in another man's arm.

''til death do us part,' is such a tragic saying in your case, because you know it in your fragile heart that bruce's love for you was never alive in the first place. and yet you allow him to play you like a fiddle, allow him to slowly allow you to slip away from his nonexistent grasp.

and now, you're a stand-in parent for clark's son, jon, after the tragic loss of his wife. now, your world seems a lot less bleaker, as you play the fantasy of a loving house spouse, fully abandoning the life you left behind, a life you've never been gifted with until now. you want to feel guilty, you want to feel absolutely terrible but the heartache of neglect has become too much and all you do was allow clark to warm you up each night, kissing away your tears and spooning your deep-seated anxieties away.

you don't let the past eat you up, not when the present is too perfect, too freeing, too delusionally beautiful.

your son, jon provides you every joy a parent could have. parent's day gifts, heartfelt letters at every nook and cranny of your shared bedroom with clark— even reading him bedtime stories, allowing him to sleep in your lap after he slowly nods off, with clark knocking softly on polished wooden doors, greeting you with a loving kiss on the lips and a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand—

it's everything a parent wants, needs even.

and you're everything clark, and especially jon wants, needs in their life.

so it's such a stupid mistake, really. a slip of the tongue, a too-enthusiastic smile, incredibly bright, shining eyes. it's not jon's fault, you still love him either way. but it's an error still— one a complicated matter at hand, so dreadful for you, that jon accidentally, all-too-suddenly, mentions you as his parent to damian.

a loving, wonderful parent, he says, with a picture of you in his wallet shoved right in front of his friend's face.

[sob3rdeath]

mdni, please! +18 content ahead. ♡

cw: breeding, soft!geto, pet names, pregnancy mention (obv).

cult leader!suguru is so sweet and loving to you, he sure does adore you. especially now, with how he's got you in missionary, kissing your tears away. "i love you so much." he mumbles sweetly, his raspy voice low enough for you and only you to hear. "you're my sweet, sweet girl. gonna carry my babies, hm? i'm gonna breed you nice and full, and you're gonna carry my heir."

you can't exactly understand what he's saying because he's reaching all the right spots with his chubby cock, your brain is turned to mush by now, and you have only one thought in mind: suguru, suguru, suguru, suguru. so you don't even process when he says that "what about i make you a mom now? you're gonna be a great one." and he moans. not a grunt like he usually does, but he moans in your ear because you're making him feel so good and you don't even know. :(

"cum-mming.. hmm." it's what falls from your lips as you tighten around him, making a white ring at the base of his cock. and it feels so delicious, it makes him feel his cock twitching inside you — he knows he's close. "that's great baby. you did great for me." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead with so much love. "i'm gonna come inside, ok? gonna make you a mommy, i need someone to keep leading the cult. what do you say?" and all he needs is the small nod along with your pleas to shoot his load inside you, his potent seed that he knows it is going to take, going to make you pregnant.

dividers by aquazero.

[cosmicschmidt]

I need this man biblically.

[ffverr]

When I catch you Kieron Gillen.....WHEN I CATCH YOU!!!!

I guess this makes him uncomfortable!!! It bothers him! There is a deep itch to ruin everything he writes! What is it?? Insecurity????

[r3stingangel]

You wanna know what I hate? People who don't tag properly, whether it be on AO3, Tumblr, ECT. Tags exist for a fucking reason.

A great example of not tagging properly is a fic I found that was marked "Dazai/reader" so it must be an x reader, right? WRONG! It was a Dazai x AN OC. AN OC WITH A WHOLE ASS NAME.

It pisses me tf off

[i-am-confused-about-life]

Why I block

Okay, I will say this one time and one time only. Every account that fits the following criteria and follows me, will be blocked immediately:

-No profile picture / the standard tumblr pic

-No name / Untitled

-Has no reposts / own posts (if you don't have any reposts just go to the things you liked and repost them. that is how tumblr works, go ahead. It shows me that you are real)

-Everyone who has a random woman as a profile picture with either sexual postings or no posts/reposts (those specifically, leave me the f alone. You are getting on my nerves)

-Has said, commented or tagged something that I don't think tolerable (something discriminating for example)

And pls, just do this. If you want to survive on tumblr, get a profile pic and repost some stuff. Write a small description if you want. Just use tumblr the right way. Thanks, I guess these are my blocking rules now

P.S: I have just unblocked a few people that have no profile picture or reposts. If you want to follow me, pls change your profile pic and repost some things

[fliesforeyes]

spencer that has the weakest pullout game and can’t help but cum inside reader cos she feels so good

it was the first time you and spencer reid had fucked without a condom. he didn't expect it to feel so different, so good, with you wrapped around him, nothing there to seperate the two of you.

he was deep inside you, hips pushing up against the backs of your thighs as he thrusts inside of you, the sound of skin hitting skin and your sopping pussy filled the room. but of course, that was drowned out by spencers moans, his whine, his curses, his whispers. his small,

"oh my god, you feel so good"

"youre so perfect like this"

"making me feel so good sweetheart"

"fuck, i love you so much,"

his voice cracked between words. you heard him so perfectly, with his head buried in your shoulder. your skin was wet with his spit, a result from the wet, sloppy kisses he'd place in the curve of your neck on a particularly good thrust, or after his quiet praises.

your fingers buried in his hair, the other holding onto the smooth of his back. one of spencers hands held him up, his other palm rested on your waist. his voice raised in pitch, moans breaking with desperate pleas.

"baby, please, please can i cum? can i cum inside you? oh my- fuck please let me cum in you please," he rambled almost senselessly, drunk on the feeling of you.

an excited, erratic nod of your head and your whispered, "yes, please yes spencer, please cum in me," were enough to set him over the edge.

spencer came hard, legs shaking as his hips stalled pressing against your own, breathing labored and heavy. he was sure to kiss 'thank yous' into your soft skin. it felt so dirty, but so good, it would be such a shame if this happened again.

and again, and again, and again.

[dittos-blog-dylanobrien]

Can you guys PLEASE stop tagging (character) X reader IF ITS NOT THAT CHARACTER 😭 I'm sick and tired of searching (character) X reader and it's every different character possible X reader like😭😭