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AWEEEE THOMAS MY SHAYLAAAA ☹️☹️🩷🩷

best dad 🐛

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most normal vid ive seen of them

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The boys ever

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:3

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Trying to draw flash effect and surexposure

apparently, I can't do that right now🤷‍♀️

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Harry Warden man

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Just keep posing beautiful 💋💋 HAHAH

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I'll be seeing you in all the old, familiar places.

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me and @aliidarling

Locker

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this is canon :3

i know this meme is one hundred years old but

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me when myers, danny, and literally any other slasher😇😇

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oh he’s so pretty i need that

MONSTERS OF ROCK '95 Megadeth - Youthanasia (1994) Teatro Monumental, Santiago, Chile. - September 7th, 1995. ➙ [ 1 - 2 - 3 ]

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YES YES LOVE FOR MY MAN FRANKKKK <3

Would you be willing to write some Frank Morrison x reader headcanons where the reader is the polar opposite of him?

He's aggressive at times and not patient with other people, getting angry at situations that get out of hand, meanwhile the reader is calm and rational. Could be a bit nsfw? In the sense that exploring this dynamic in a more spicy context would be quite interesting! Thanks for reading this and have a good day.

A/n: I love writing for Frank again as I haven't done it in over a year, thank you so much for this request. Also double upload today

Warnings: gn reader, not really explicit Nsfw part, but just in case I still separated them, reader is a bit of a tease

Frank Morrison x Opposite reader

Frank is very impulsive, aggressive, and always looking for a fight.

You, on the other hand, almost always think before acting, always keeping a level head even when things get completely out of control.

And That alone pisses him off sometimes, just how the hell can you stay so calm? It almost feels like you're mocking him without even trying.

Arguments between Frank and the rest of the Legion usually get heated quickly, and when he storms off to cool down, it’s not uncommon for you to be the one to find him.

You’re not scared of his temper, nor do you feed into it. Instead, you let him rant, arms crossed, nodding occasionally as he paces and curses under his breath.

You don’t try to tell him to calm down, you just let him burn out his rage, and weirdly enough, that’s what actually does calm him down.

He also kinda hates that you don’t get scared of him. You’re supposed to flinch when he raises his voice. You’re supposed to avoid him when he’s pissed.

But you don’t. Instead, you meet his glares with a completely neutral expression, asking if he’s done yet so you can actually talk.

It’s infuriating. But also kinda attractive. He doesn’t know what to do with himself when you are like this.

Frank can’t stand the delusional optimism that some of these people in the realm have, believing that one day they will be able to get out of here.

This is probably another reason why he likes you so much because you learned to accept the hell that you are now trapped in and try to make the best out of it.

You keep him in check, whether he likes it or not.

He’s reckless, quick to act on his emotions, and you’re the only one who knows how to pull him back before he does something he’ll regret.

“Frank. Breathe.” A simple phrase, spoken in that specific tone of yours, and somehow it works (though if anyone else told him that he would be even more pissed off). Not always, but enough times that he hates to admit he needs you.

He’ll rarely outright say he appreciates you. But you notice the small ways he shows it, like getting an extra cigarette for you, standing next to you without a word when you seem tired, “accidentally” leaving his jacket where you can take it when it’s cold.

He starts getting jealous in the most annoying ways.

You get along with most of the people in the realm, and that pisses him off.

It’s not even that he thinks you’re into anyone else, he just doesn’t understand how you can be so patient with people when they’re so damn stupid.

If he catches you talking to Dwight too much, he’ll suddenly appear behind you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and glaring at Dwight like, Yeah, they’re mine, fuck off.

Frank’s love language is very physical. Not in the soft, romantic way, more like grabbing your wrist and pulling you somewhere without explanation, resting his chin on your head when he’s tired, slinging his arm around your waist like it’s no big deal.

He’s not gentle, but he’s not rough with you either, just possessive.

Nsfw

Frank is very impatient, and you’re not.

This leads to some very interesting moments. He’s the type to get frustrated easily, to want things now, while you take your sweet time, teasing him just by staying calm when he’s anything but.

He also gets off on how collected you stay. It should piss him off more, but something about you keeping your cool even when he’s breathing heavy against your neck, hands gripping your hips like he’s about to lose his mind, it messes with him.

You’re not unaffected, but you make him work for it, and it drives him insane.

You have this way of keeping control without even trying. He’s rough, he’s demanding, but somehow, he always ends up following your pace.

You pull his hair, and he melts. You tell him to slow down, and he grits his teeth but obeys. He doesn’t even realize you’re the one in control half the time, it’s not until afterward that he’s like, wait a fucking second…

Jealous/frustrated in general Frank is a menace.

If he’s mad about something (or someone), expect him to take it out on you, in the best way.

He’ll have that look in his eye, with that you’re mine energy, pushing you against a wall, hands gripping your jaw as he growls something possessive against your lips.

But at the same time, you can ruin him with a single touch. It’s unfair how well you know him, how just dragging your nails down his spine can turn him into putty.

He hates it, he loves it. And he’ll make sure you pay for it later.

Frank talks a lot. He’s always running his mouth, always cursing, always vocal.

Whether he’s growling complaints about how you’re too fucking calm or moaning shamelessly when you do something that feels too good, it’s constant.

And you? You just smirk. Because you love making him eat his words.

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Bestie I’m thinkin bout waking Tate up with some real sloppy head and then not stopping after he cums the first time so he’s sobbing and whimpering and he just keeps cumming until he’s begging you to stop

mature content ; MDNI

waking TATE LANGDON up with your mouth on him was a decision you’d made the second you felt him shift in his sleep. he looked so pretty and peaceful lying there, blond curls messy and cheeks flushed, plump lips slightly parted as quiet breaths passed between them. but the moment your tongue flicked over his tip, his body tensed, a strained groan escaping him as his eyes fluttered open.

“w-wha…” his voice cracked, still heavy with sleep, as his bleary eyes found you under the covers. you didn’t stop to answer, lips sliding lower as you took more of him into your mouth. your hand worked in tandem with your tongue, swirling and stroking in slow movements, savoring the way his breathing hitched with every little shift of your mouth.“oh, fuck,” he whimpered, hips twitching upward involuntarily. his hands scrambled to grip the sheets, knuckles white as he fought the urge to bury them in your hair. “please—ah, feels so good…”

his head fell back against the pillow, chest rising and falling in quick, uneven breaths as you set a steady rhythm, the wet sounds of your mouth on him filling the room. you could feel the way he was already trembling, his body hypersensitive from the way you dragged your lips along every inch, tongue teasing at the veins along his length.

“please—” his voice cracked again, higher this time, pleasure and desperation mingled together. “i’m gonna—oh god, i’m gonna—” his thighs shook as he came, a broken sob tearing from his throat as his release hit him hard, spilling hot and salty on your tongue. but you didn’t stop—not when his body jolted, not when he whimpered and tried to pull away, his hips squirming restlessly.

“n-no, wait,” he gasped, voice trembling as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. his fingers clawed at the sheets, his head thrashing against the pillow. “too much—i can’t—oh, fuck, please—” you hummed around him, the vibration making him cry out, his body arching off the mattress as another choked sob left his lips. his thighs quivered uncontrollably, and tears slid down his flushed cheeks as you pushed him further, your lips and tongue relentless.

“p-please,” he begged, his voice breaking completely. his hands finally found your hair. “i can’t—oh god, i can’t—” but his body betrayed him, another shaky moan spilling from his lips as his hips bucked into your mouth again, the overstimulation dragging him to the brink all over again. he sobbed your name, trembling and helpless beneath you, completely undone.