#◟ 💭 ﹕ Edits

[artificialroux]

travis martinez / natalie scatorccio ; yellowjackets

[candytoothed]

irregular nicknames bkg would call u ^^ peach - when he's feeling sweet nd soft sweets - when ur crying and he wants u to feel better hot stuff - when ur lookin sexyyy! fuckin goober - LMAO little lady - when hes feeling flirty doll - cuz yes!! shrimpy - when ur shy/nervous sleeping beauty - self explanatory but not in a sweet way, more like a "okay sleeping beauty, get yer ass up."

[liarsaint]

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Day one of my P edit/ P fic of the day series here on tumblr…. They finally makin it out the gc @let-zizi-yap , @atimelessheaven , @elswhore , @yailtsv , @gabischeeseballs ….

[choppedsushi]

꒰ 💭 ꒱ elliot stamps (forsaken) — F2U

+ elliot selfship/yume ones. stamp mask by @cheriisoda !

[letternotekisses]

Modern-ish(?)AU! Doomfist who spots a fresh new face in the extravagant lobby of the penthouse apartments he owns. (And just so happens to live in.)

Unlike every other woman in this building you weren’t trussed up in expensive dresses and tacky jewellery, gifted by husbands who couldn’t care less as long as their wives were happy and quiet. You seemed…simple. Plain. Unbelonging. So boring in his world filled with riches he couldn’t help but have his interest snagged.

Important as he may be - CEO of the biggest company in town - he could surely spare a few minutes to observe his new tenant. As average as she may be.

Akande watches you interact with the concierge, an older gentleman with a dull and withdrawn demeanour, brought on by years of detailing with snobby residents and their prissy mistresses. Yet, the old man’s eyes soon crinkle with soft joy at the brief conversation you hold with him. Years of pressure lessened by some genuine, real humanity. Spoon fed with love like hot oatmeal.

“Thank you!”

Akande was sure that his concierge hadn’t heard that in years with the way he’d sagged in his seat, and you even wave him goodbye until your niceness accidentally sends you face first into your landlords gigantic chest. Not that you knew that, but the receptionist lets out a gasp behind you rivalling an on-set audience’s and…

Nothing happens.

Akande quirks an expectant eyebrow. Everyone knew who he was. Usually either cowering at his feet or trying to weasel their way into his fortune. Or his bed, so says the unsatisfied housewife in apartment 1B.

Yet…you’re not immediately bowled over by the sight of him, simply giving him a bright, genuine smile as you walk past with hands full of heavy moving boxes. Sliding into the elevator and fumbling for the buttons as your boxes slip from under your arms. You even give him another big, goofy smile as the doors close shut in front of him.

He’s baffled, and delightfully intrigued. It wouldn’t be too long before the bored housewives would start a string of stories about you, how you don’t belong in a place like this and other tales of your ‘insufferable’ neighbouring, undoubtedly loose lipped after a few glasses of pricy, gross wine.

Hm. Speaking of, he didn’t see a ring on that finger of yours.

[tatakittysworld]

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[beastsovrevelation]

How tragic is it, that Misty's so desperate for friends, yet she ends up unwillingly destroying them in the end?..

[haruwuchiyoo]

I couldn't resist making more edits of the Tokyo Revenger x Gloomy Bear collab, so I'm going to share them here! 💕 (I'm ignoring that Taka's character colour is orange, you can't make me accept that)

[priyajoyy]

Home

(Blurb/part 2 of home)

Basically more bunny angst that’s I wrote last night while drunk

Warnings:

Normal Yellowjackets stuff, trauma, abuse, abusive relationships, dark characters, trauma responses, Stockholm syndrome tbh…

For once bunny didn’t care about the tight grip on her waist as she lay in bed.

She didn’t care about Natalie’s possessive touch as they lay in their hut.

As if the older girl was worried she’d run away at any given moment in the dead of night.

(Though given her two failed attempts so far, bunny was sure it wasn’t so insane of her to worry about such a thing)

No, for once she was peaceful in their bed.

Hopefully for what the next day would bring rather than filled with.

Not filled with dread over Shauna’s mood or how upset Lottie would be.

How stressed Natalie would be after her role as leader was stripped from her, or how bad her own hallucinations would be as her anxieties worsened.

She was surprised the girls had let her stay in Natalie’s hut, sure that by the time Shauna was in charge, she’d be forced into the brunettes living quarters and kept tight against her figure.

But instead she lay next to the calmest fit he three girls.

Perhaps they were conscious of how bad her anxiety had grown, and hoped to help.

Either way, she didn’t care.

Not with what was happening tomorrow.

Because they were going home.

Sure Hannah had said she wasn’t sure about it all.

Unsure of how successful they’d be going by memory without any means to call others.

But they had kodiak now.

And bunny was certain they’d be home soon.

She’d get to see her parents.

She’d get to go to sleep in her own bed.

She would take her meds again and all her worries, her hallucinations and imposing anxieties, would be gone.

And Lottie, Shauna and Natalie would be back to normal.

Everything would go back to how it was before.

She was sure of it.

She’d have no reason to be afraid of them then.

It would all go back to normal.

She was sure…

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[artificialroux]

lottie matthews / aeschylus: "the oresteia"

[candytoothed]

🎀 apparently u guys love my late at night drabbles so here we go! manifesting attracting spn fandom oohhmmmmm

okay but dean winchester with a gf who has a case of daddy issues

nsfw mdni. smut, praise kink, “daddy” kink, oral (f!receiving), sex yuh, switch!dean sorta?? idfk, riding, pet names (baby + sweetheart)

dean sees it in the little things.

not in some poetic, soul-mirror kind of way— he’s not that guy. he knows the look you give him when you do something as mundane as setting a plate of breakfast in front of him, like you’re waiting for a gold star. you don’t say it, but it’s in the slight lift of your brow, the hesitant twitch of your mouth. do you still like me? or am i annoying?

and yeah, you crave his attention— but it’s never loud and desperate. it's quiet, cautious, like you're scared to ask too much of him. like you're trying to make yourself smaller before he can decide you're too much.

he’s seen that before. in mirrors, in motel windows, in the way he used to look at his dad when he'd come back from a hunt— half relief, half desperation. please, just love me.

and either way, he’s always thought of you as a sweet, gentle soul who just yearned to be loved. but that’s exactly what he is too, underneath the bravado and leather jacket. a boy who learned to be a man too fast, who never figured out how to stop performing long enough to ask for what he needed.

you’d told him about your dad one late night, half-whispered, eyes on the ceiling like you didn’t really want to be saying any of it. you laughed, bitter and small, and said something about how men always made you feel like a stranger in your own skin. then you winced, like the words tasted stupid the second they were out, and tried to laugh it off.

dean wanted to fill that void in your life. he was more than glad to be the man you trusted, who you admired. and a bonus, if he could be that for you, you would stick around. you’d never leave him and he’d make you proud. he would be the absolute best, strongest gentleman you’d ever seen.

well. in his eyes, a big strong manly man did not resemble him at all in this moment.

“fuuuck..” you mewl, your hands gripping your boyfriend’s moist shoulders as you ride him with all your might. his face was twisted in his usual lust filled way, his eyes squeezed shut as tiny groans and whimpers fell from his mouth— not that he even realized, thank goodness. he’d definitely force them down if he noticed, but they were music to your ears you never wanted to end.

“ohh.. thank you..!” you squeak, bouncing on him with heavy breaths. “th- thank you, dad- dean… it’s so good…”

it’s a very quickly fixed error, but even in his dizzy, dumb state, dean caught it.

his hands on your hips tightened before sliding down and squeezing large handfuls of your ass, earning a delicious moan from you. “wha- what’s so good, baby?” he gruffs, wanting to hear more as his hips buck up feverishly.

you respond immediately, leaning down to press kisses along his neck and jaw. “you.. you you you..”

dean lets out another small whimper, his eyes opening and watching your tits bounce mesmerizingly in front of his face. he swallows hard, looking up with an eager gaze as he guides you up and down his dick. “yeah?” he hums lightly, almost unsure of what you’re saying.

“you’re so good..” you mutter, not even knowing the effect it would have on your “manly brute” of a boyfriend.

you gasp at the loss as he quickly pulls you off him, shoving you down on your back against the squeaky mattress. your eyes widen, chest heaving as you watch him slither down between your disgustingly messy thighs.

you whine as he kisses your inner thigh, picking up your head to stare at him. “oh- baby, what are you-”

“call me daddy.” he demands before licking a long stripe up your clenching pussy. you gasp again, your eyes squeezing shut instinctively. shyness floods you, and you drop your head back down against the bed with a breathy moan.

his eyes dart up to you, his thick leaky cock beginning to rut against the sheets like a horned up teen. “say it. please.” he grunts, his breath fanning your sensitive cunt before delving right in, his nose purposefully bumping your clit as he slurps your juices, not even waiting for you to say anything.

you moan loudly, your hands squeezing the bedsheets tightly. “oh god, daddy!” you whine, your hips twitching at all the stimulation, a hand coming to tug on his hair. the tight grip of your fingers curling around his locks cause a delighted hiss to slip past him, his mouth only opening wider.

“yesyesyesyes…” you babble, the squelchy gushes of your pussy and dean’s skilled tongue louder than your own voice. “mmph- i love you!”

dean groans, his tongue laying flat on your clit, shaking his head side to side quickly before replying, “i love you, sweetheart” right against you.

[liarsaint]

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[ino]

my current saved outfits✨

[aioen]

Jinx

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[prettygirl-gabi]

We played UCONN ball today… now I must go to work!! Enjoy my second pb5 edit…