#yall!!!! 200!!!!!!!!!

[puirell]

feels like a good time to bring this back

[imdead770]

readers boobs being sensitive and tender bc she’s about to get her period and luke uses this to his advantage and plays with her boobs like crazy cause she’s so sensitive

omfg I love you for this

MDNI!

Luke Castellan who's already obsessed with your boobs, sexually and unsexually, but mostly the first one.

You two are making out in your spot in the woods, his calloused hands sliding up from your hips to your chest, something he usually did. The only thing that was different was the loud whimper you made. Naturally he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes still all cloudy as he looks at you.

"You... you okay, ma?"

You nod, but he's Luke, he's not gonna let it go that easily. He knows your whines and moans like the back of his hand.

"No.. you were louder, you don't normally whimper like that, baby.."

You explain how you're sensitive, either from your period or just hormones, either way, it's making him harder by the second.

And God, the shit eating smirk that covers his face.

"Yea? So if I.."

You're back to making out, his hands immediately groping your chest. God that whine.. it drives him crazy. You can practically feel his cock twitch under you.

He spends a whole 15 minutes groping your chest, teasing your nipples. It hurts but fuckk it's so good.

He has to fuck you at least once before your period, get it out of his system.

Luke Castellan who decides he has one more round in him after fucking you against a tree, teasing your breasts the entire time. With your permission of course, he pushes your boobs together around his cock, fucking your chest. The sounds you make from your tenderness just spur him on, one hand groping your left breast, the other rubbing your clit to give you some relief.

"This happen everytime? Yeah? Gods.. gotta tell me, baby.. gotta.. gotta feel this again.."

Luke Castellan who's cumming all over your chest, neck, and chin, moaning at the way you cry out whenever he grips your breast to get him through it.

He just loves your chest even more, now.

[crunchycrystals]

credit to u/ioncelostashoe on reddit for this comment i need to post it on here to share

(also would explain why they knew it should stop at 5 rounds)

[hi-crawler]

[mangotelevision]

a seamstress and her knight

[greghatecrimes]

the ducklings reaction to this is HILARIOUS. they (hilson) are sooo married

[california-112]

[mccallhero]

favourite otp meme: captain swan

[1/7] kisses: killian’s resurrection

[0-cloud-puff-0]

[resdayn]

seeing people new to rap react to kdots lyrics in his diss tracks will never not be funny. yes he has always been this talented. yes he publicly flayed drake alive this week. yes he is one in a long line of people who absolutely hate that mf

[abd-illustrates-art]

Rise and shine! 🦝🍁

There’s just ONE WEEK left to pick up your very own Lief plushie! We’re 80% of the way to the goal, so don’t forget to head on over to Makeship and help get this lil’ guy across the finish line before the week is out 💖🦝

[crunchycrystals]

anyways no architecture game :(((((( no "because you're my friend seaweed brain anymore stupid questions" :(((( no grover killing humans video game :(((((((( no slow reveal of the casino :(((((((( no them figuring it out through talking to people with different english over the years :((((((((( no fast cab driver with unlimited money :(((((((((

[thewrothode-if]

I've been stalking your page and if I saw correctly we might be able to top Gungir as a male MC? *Rubs hands together like a fly*🫳🏽

"Absolutely not," Gungir’s voice is harsh—sharp, cutting through the air like a final verdict. There's no room for argument, no chance to sway him.

"Please, Gungir. Only once!”

The both of you stand at the end of a bed. Gungir’s chest is bare, yet yours is not. The sight of his powerful form, tense and crossed has you frowning. But the hunger from his naked skin clouds your mind and you can’t help but focus on anything but.

“I do not want to.”

You pout, your gaze lingering on his arms, watching how they flex just above his godly chest. “But I do. It is always the other way around. It is not fair!”

"But you like it." His eyes snap to yours, widening slightly with a hint of panic. “…Right?"

You bite down a grin. “I do, but I want to try something new. If you do not enjoy it, I will never ask again.” You clasp your hands in front of your face and his. “Please, Gungir.”

He eyes them with pursed lips. The blue, usually lighter than sunlight, is now dark and dim. His lids are heavy with thought, and you feel yourself licking your lips at the sight because it’s so obvious lust lingers in the air between you.

Your hands are moist, the longer you hold on to the damp heat between your palms, the wetter they get. The apple in Gungir’s throat slowly bobs. Up, then down. And you know, just then, that you’ve won. A smirk slithers up your face. Gradually, you lower and unclasp your hands, careful so as not to scare the wide-eyed doe before you. But this isn’t enough for you. You need audible confirmation, you need him to say yes.

So you make your move. You can’t hold back anymore. Your nails dig into the skin of his waist, pulling him forward until you’re flush against each other. “Say it, Gungir,” you whisper in a single breath, hot against his ear.

You start simple, kissing the red between his neck, and he shudders, but doesn’t pull away. So you bite down, overcome with ache, and he flinches. “Sorry,” you say mindlessly, soothing the spot of possession with a messy strip of saliva.

His large hands encompass your back hesitantly. “You will be gentle… right?” he asks, his voice raw, and so genuinely innocent it has the heat between your legs tightening. Gods, he’s so different like this. So docile, so yielding.

“So fucking gentle.” You trail up his neck with sloppy kisses, making sure to mark him with the shine from your mouth. His beard is rough against your skin, and you live for the way it scratches your jaw. Impatiently, you make your way to his lips, but refuse to plant yours against his.

“Why?” he asks, his eyes hazily focused on your lips. It’s so obvious what he wants. His warm breath is shallow against your face. Your fingers trail down his spine, and to the indent just above his ass. There, you allow your hands to rest—to toy with the hem of his pants. Anything further requires that simple word, yes.

“I need you to say it, Gungir.” Your eyes meet his, and again, the apple in his throat bobs. His hands clench at your tunic.

You see how his head spins. His gaze is unfocused, and his words are breathy. “Say—say what?”

“You know what.” You lean forward, brushing the skin of your lips against his, but not enough for him—or you—to be satisfied.

“I, uh.” You crave moments such as these; where both your desires are at a standstill, and neither has the strength to make it flourish into something more. On the other side, pure pleasure awaits. The longer the wait, the stronger the pleasure will be. So you wait, and wait, and wait until you have him shaking with want. “Yes.”

A grin spreads across your face, and your lips finally meet. You kiss him with your tongue the captain. His moans and yours intertwine into the hot and stuffy air around you. Your hunger has you melting into his body until the both of you are one. You plunge your hand down his trousers, and he startles.

His composure falters, and his lips slow. It leaves you to pick up pace—a pace Gungir struggles to meet. You want to overwhelm him, see the red of his neck travel down to his chest, and up to his face.

You want him to beg for more.

And you always get what you want.

[greghatecrimes]

was playing the piano earlier and had a horrible, crashing moment of realization. on the piano, the primary foot for pedaling is the right foot. house’s infarction was in his right leg. he’s probably putting himself through pain every time he sits down and plays the piano or the organ. not only did the infarction take sports from him, but it made music painful, too. i’m gonna sob

[california-112]

"Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?"

The X-Files | S01E01 'Pilot'

[loonashifter]

affirming that you have it in the 3d does nothing. you dont live there. what you see there is not "proof". when you affirm and when you script and when you visualise, you are proving to yourself that you have it in the 4d. that's all you need to do. the 3d will work itself out. that part isnt up to you, you have to let it go.