#*cleaning drafts

[jkvjimin]

JUNGKOOK ↳ BTS monuments: beyond the star | E05

[taeyoonge]

JUNGKOOK BTS MUSTER SOWOOZOO, 2021

[wordfather]

nobody does it better than the stardew valley chicken

lets goooooo little dude you know exactly whats going on

[redtsundere-writes]

Just thinking about how boyfriend!Simon doesn't like to go out, but somehow ended up dating a party gal. He hated it in the beginning because he didn't know where you were and, worse, who you were with. But once he got used to it, he preferred staying home and wait for your drunk call in the middle of the night.

He would pick you up on his truck, made sure you got your seatbelt on properly. You would poke his face, smiling like an idiot from the alcohol. He would just scold you even though you weren't paying attention.

Simon would carry you over his shoulder to your shared apartment. It was light work compared to his usual training. He would sometimes spank your ass to get you to stop squirming around.

Simon would drop you on the edge of the sink counter in the bathroom. He would remove your makeup with a wipe as you tell him how fun the party was. Simon would wash your face with a wet towel as you instructed him to do cause you explained that makeup remover is practically soap.

Simon would drop you on the bed and asked you to raise your arms so he could take your little dress off. You truly trust him that he wouldn't try anything sketchy with you in that vulnerable state. He will slip on one of his shirts on you, knowing how much you love sleeping in his clothes.

Simon would tuck into bed as you mumbled how much you love him and how he is the best boyfriend you ever had. Lights turn off, the rustling of the sheets and tired sighs. He would snuggle up to you, spooning you against his chest. He would just be listening to your sweet mumbles, stroking your hair slowly. Glad that he didn't like going out to take care of you.

Masterlist.

Part 2.

[sentientsky]

he turns the drinks he ordered into wine and then just cries loudly in the mcdonald’s parking lot while blasting olivia rodrigo

(reposting this without the. uh. addition)

[robo-writing]

Cockwarming with Logan is one of those ideas that sound good on paper, but could never work in reality. Listen up, and I’ll tell you why. (18+)

The heat of you enveloping him is nirvana itself, your hands on his body sending him to cloud nine. They linger on his chest, pawing, caressing, blazing a trail from his collarbone to his face, nails burying themselves into the darkened locks as you stare at him with nothing short of pure adoration.

“Feel good?” You ask, and he’s so drunk off you that he can only bring himself to nod, breath hitching when your hips circle themselves in his lap. Your laughter is nothing short of melodic, pressing yourself into the broad length of his chest.

He feels everything like this—the heat of your nude body against his, the scent of your body wash, your shaky breaths—every sense on overdrive. It’s there you sit, unmoving, unwavering, every movement causing your pussy to clench around him, and in turn, makes his chest rumble appreciatively.

“Should listen to you more often,” Logan mumbles, biting his lip at the feeling of you nibbling at his neck. “Just full of bright ideas, ain’tcha?”

“Full of a lot of things,” you sigh, and the sound makes his cock twitch.

But, there’s something missing.

Your quiet whimpers, your doe eyes staring at him from above—the way your pussy clenches in response to every touch, pulsing around his cock—it’s good, but it’s not enough.

Tugging at him, an itch he can’t scratch, it gnaws away at his mind until he finds himself searching for more, and the realization hits him like a wave.

It’s patience he lacks, an epiphany that has his lips curling into a smirk. It’s a lesson soon learned when his fingers dig into your hips and lift, surprise evident on your face. His downfall, as with most things, is his lack of patience. When it comes to you, he could even go as far to call it greed.

“Logan?” You ask, not a word given in response. His palms run up your back, large digits squeezing at your flesh, and yet the feeling does little to settle the sudden flare of nerves that build in your core. The calm before the storm, the impending sense of doom, women’s intuition—or maybe it’s because you’ve become intimately familiar with the devious smile that spreads across Logan’s face.

“Logan? What are you—“

You’re soon cut short, interrupted by the feeling of him slamming you back onto his cock, your short gasp making ego soar to new heights.

“Sorry doll, change of plans,” he grunts, bouncing you on his lap without a care in the world. The sudden change of pace has you scrambling for purchase, hands clamoring around his neck as you struggle to keep up.

“Logan, wait—ohmygod—“ you whine, and the sound is like music to his ears. His attempt at soothing your worries is his hand sliding across your ass, the sharp sting of it making you jump, but lucky for you Logan’s there to pull you back onto his cock.

Up, down, up, down. A constant rhythm that finally satiates the beast within him, the dull thud of skin on skin enough to have him melting into his chair, a wave of content spreading through every vein of his body. In contrast, you feel your own becoming more tense by the second; toes curling, breath caught in your throat, an incomprehensible string of noises leaving your lips as Logan watches with bated breath.

He tuts at you, the sound nothing short of mocking. “No runnin’ away sweetheart, this was your idea.”

“Not like this,” you moan, hiding yourself in his neck. “Wanted to relax…”

Your voice trails off, unable to speak when Logan’s practically fucking every rational thought from your head. Slowly but surely, any idea of protest is drowned out by the heat that burns inside of you, a dull ember that builds into a blaze, unable to focus on anything that isn’t Logan or his cock grinding inside you.

You can hear his laughter bellowing deep within his chest, amused at your brainless state, right before he quickens his pace. “Trust me sweetheart, I’m real fuckin’ relaxed right now.”

[lazarrusrising]

Sam trying to explain to someone that even if the world is about to end the priority should be saving Cas first otherwise they won't have Dean's help because he goes into a hopeless suicide spiral every time Cas is gone

[yourdaddyfigur3]

Little miss giggles from the thought of being fucked raw in public places

[mothcpu]

friends on a grocery run

[jkvjimin]

loml ♡

[taeyoonge]

love shaped <3

[payasita]

who'd call proofreading an artform on its own?

[holocrone]

Sam Reid as Lestat de Lioncourt 2.04 › I Want You More Than Anything in the World

[castielsupernatural]

it was one thing to be a supernatural blog in 2021 when destiel was the most important thing happening in the world. but it takes true bravery and courage to still be a destiel blog in 2024

[sentientsky]

on swallowing back blood and bile and grief

Paris Paloma, "boys, bugs, and men" // Yoan Capote, "Stress" // me // The Crane Wives, "Bitter Medicine" // Zora Neale Hurston

[mulderscully]

ALEX + ready to be dommed