#...i love my fictional babygirl

[originallymarysue]

Guys I think I have a type or I just really want to be these guys

[rainbowdoggieunicorn]

So I now Crush on him recently!

His name is Nordic Bunny. He's from the Pilot that was never released til now. Called Shred Force. I love him so much he's also voiced by the same person who voiced Master Shake.

[starlittragedies]

some people feel sorry for regulus as he is roommates with barty and evan (the two most batshit crazy people in their year, if not the whole school) but what they don’t know is that regulus is their enabler and the one who started it all.

evan starting to have a small interest with biology? regulus nicks a book all about biology (more specifically dissection) from his family’s library and gives it to evan. not to mention that it was him who got the boy his first dissecting tool set.

barty has always been a violent child, that’s just how he acts out, but when his father gets a letter from the school about barty’s behavior he sends a letter back to his son, leaving him in tears. regulus likes barty, enough to tolerate him and call him his acquaintance (he really means besties for life) so in order to help barty he teaches him other ways of torturing people which is through psychological torture.

regulus enjoys the chaos (that he caused). he even helps them in the dorms. he compliments and helps evan improve his cuts (so that they’re mor precise and he can identify more parts) and gives barty suggestions on how to fuck with whoever victim his friend had in mind.

regulus is just as much, if not more, batshit crazy as his two roommates.

[steakout-05]

being attracted to fictional men who are literally the emotional equivalent of a group of crying seals is so funny. i could hear someone go "oh look, a pathetic disheveled sad little man who's either really going through it or has nothing to look forward to in life!" and i'll excitedly whip around like a disney princess and shout "where!?"

they are the love of my life <3

[lovesicklucky]

i will literally do anything for this man, any form of media, every single piece of content, i will consume just to see him. he’s my babygirl, my onglydoople, my scrungkly <33

[hihelloheyhowdy]

Nagi head canons (mentioned afab reader in last part! mentions of pregnant reader!)

bf!nagi who makes an effort to get along with everyone in your family/chosen family because he knows how much they mean to you.

bf!nagi who loves seeing you in his clothes, because they are almost always big on you somehow.

bf!nagi who is always clingy, and needs to be touching you in some way always.

bf!nagi who always say things are "bothersome", but always puts in effort for you.

bf!nagi who invites you to watch every game, because it makes him play better.

bf!nagi who says you're his good luck charm so you have to come to his game.

bf!nagi who used to hate pet names, but loves calling you 'angel' 'pretty' 'love' or 'darling'

bf!nagi who always gets flustered when you compliment him, because he's still not used to it.

bf!nagi cuddles a little plushie you gave him when he's away at out of country games.

bf!nagi that loves the nicknames of 'sei' or 'shiro' that you call him by, and makes it clear no one other than you can refer to him by that.

bf!nagi who will do anything no matter how 'bothersome' it is, because he loves the smile on your face.

bf!nagi who just knew he was in love with you when he was at the U-20 game, and saw you in the crowd cheering for him as loud as possible. After missing you for so long away at blue lock.

bf!nagi who ignores anyone bringing up your past because he knows he's the last man you'll ever be with

fiancée!nagi who asks permission from everyone closest to you before proposing.

fiancée!nagi who has always known he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, but just couldn't wait any longer.

fiancée!nagi who needs everything to be perfect when he proposes to you, not because he thinks you'll say no if it's not, but because he thinks it what you deserve

fiancée!nagi who can't wait to spend the rest of his life married to you.

fiancée!nagi who is now a pro-player, and doesn't mind spending as much money as needed for you to have your dream wedding.

fiancée!nagi who stands at the alter watching you walk down, and thinks about how lucky he is that he is about to become your husband.

husband!nagi who is obsessed with hearing you call him your husband the first few weeks your married, and to call you his spouse/wife/husband.

husband!nagi who takes you on your dream honeymoon trip.

husband!nagi who never truly got out of the 'honeymoon' phase.

husband!nagi who always talks about you with so much love, and adoration.

husband!nagi who kisses his wedding band, and looks for you in the crowd after scoring a goal.

husband!nagi never gets tired of loving you, or receiving love from you.

dad!nagi who almost cried of joy when he found out you were pregnant.

dad!nagi who treats you like glass when pregnant, despite being lazy almost refusing to let you lift a finger.

dad!nagi who rarely cries, but cried when holding his daughter for the first time.

dad!nagi who learned how to do your daughters favorite hair styles, and helps her pick outfits in the morning.

dad!nagi who watches your daughter, and says 'can we have another one?'.

dad!nagi who doesn't care about the gender, and loves your kids the same regardless.

dad!nagi who rarely cries but again cried just as much when he holds his son for the first time.

dad!nagi who pays for the best possible doctors while you're pregnant, the best schools, and the best of anything for his family.

dad!nagi who's heart swells with joy when his kids say his their favorite football player.

dad!nagi who drops his kids off at school before morning practice.

dad!nagi who looks for his family in the stands before every game.

dad!nagi who can't believe how lucky he got when he comes home every afternoon to his family.

[vourequat]

In my room.

Dottore x AFAB!Reader

WARNING: Filth smut, masturbation to the thought of someone, use of fleshlight (making it pink bcz I luv pink), Dottore is absolutely whipped for you, consumption of aphrodisiacs <3

A/N: I never written smut before so I am so sorry for how horrid this is, have I reread and revised this? Why would I? Did I pour my whole cunt into this? Probably but that’s not the point, now focus on baby girl Dottore <3

Dottore was doing his usual routine of checking his clones and seeing if they are doing what they were programmed to do as he looked down upon them from the office of his built for him to observe them, he so happened to be missing you, his beloved friend who he loved more than that but was just too risky to say to you his true feelings and desires so here he was in his office. The blinds from his large window was put down, he was sat in his chair, he was supposed to do some paperwork but his hands found its way to his belt and soon his cock was out that was leaking with his sweet liquid.

His pants filled the room as he kept fisting his cock, he then stopped. His free hand extended towards the drawer of his desk and took out a vial with weird glowing pink liquid, after carelessly taking off its cap he immediately downed the substance and he sat there waiting for the effect to kick in as he lightly stroked his cock to the thought of you bent down on his desk as he fucks your tight pussy from behind as if it was the very last thing he’d do in this world which he would be happy to. He also thought of how pretty you’d look on your knees, his cock just pumping cum onto your face and you’re just welcoming his tasty honey with tongue out letting him mark you up.

After a few minutes he began feeling hot, this was one of the vital signs that his experimental aphrodisiac was working. Then, in a hidden compartment in his office he approached it with cock just bouncing as he walked over it then he pulled out a pink flesh light. He was now furiously moving the flesh light up and down, his pants turning into pathetic whimpers as he thought of how good your pussy would feel but for now, this toy will do but he doesn’t know how long he would keep his desires in.

“O-oh f-fuck… Y/N” He whimpered, it was an adorable delivery but contains the most sinful intentions and meanings.

His hips thrusting into the air as his own hand just tortured his sensitive dick.

“Y/N… oh m-my ah~ fuck… I-I love your p-pussy~” He was so in lost in the pleasure that he was just becoming a babbling mess as the aphrodisiac reached its peak and as he as well with his second time ejaculating thick ropes of white silky liquid into the pink flesh light, the thought of it being your pussy and how he could get you pregnant if you just let him made him drool and made his stomach burst into beautiful butterflies.

His whines became moans, the moans became louder and louder as he neared his climax. His hips were pathetically thrusting to meet his hand’s advances of making him release another thick load into the pink flesh light that could have possibly been new or have been abused way too many times just because of you and your beautiful face that if you weren’t just so innocent to his feelings would have long been dirtied with Dottore’s thick cum.

And with a loud moan he came, he no longer felt the heat of the aphrodisiac so he was now sitting on his chair with his cock still inside pink flesh light as his cum just overflowed from the toy onto his bare lap and pants. He catches his breath as he relaxed himself from an intense session that started with one vial of aphrodisiac and leaving him cumming three times from the mere thoughts of you, he cleaned up his mess afterwards. Cleaning his bare lap and the flesh light, changing his pants, and putting up an act that he wasn’t just masturbating to the thought of his little crush. A knock was then heard outside his office, he headed towards it, breathing deeply and making sure he hides the aftermath of his little session.

Then he opened it to see— “Y/N?”

[mellos-blonde-hair]

I need that mf , he’s so babygirl so sexy goshh 😔

[hofftrans]

very real very canon information about Peter strahm that was revealed to me through psychic visions->

Peter loves collecting vinyl, especially divorced dad rock bands and is an absolute asshole about people's music tastes. Like the kind of guy who only asks you who you listen to so he can immediately insult the band. Unironally asks the "name five of their albums" question to fans. Gets extremely snarky about the digital v vinyl debate.

Mark creates a new hobby where he'll wait for a lull in conversation before saying he thinks one direction has had a bigger cultural impact than pink Floyd so he can watch Peter try and drive the car directly into a tree

[tanevcolton28]

My god he’s so sexy

[revvywevvy]

hiiiiii guyyyyyys its been a while huh :] heres some pyrrlinas since its taking me forever to finish the other things i've been drawing of them and im impatient and cant wait anymore <3 (AND THIS TIME I REMEMBERED TO ADD THE WATERMARK LOL)

[traggalicious]

I am so fucking normal about Gale i mean i totally don’t scream every timme he addresses my Tav — “my love” — or whenever he smiles. I totally don’t get all mushy seeing him happy, or feel warm when he speaks of their relationship and his feelings. I absolutely do not find him sweet at all. No.

I’m a liar and it’s so obvious here’s some images of Ceridwen and Gale

[dreamgothgirl]

Quiet, The Winter Harbor

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! Reader 

Warnings: fluff, smut

*inspired by the Mazzy Star song of the same name

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His whispers dripped from his lips like that sweet, fiery bourbon you loved tasting only from his tongue. Your hips ground against his; so needy yet in no rush. These moments didn’t come easily. Especially with him. The intimacy of quiet whispers and gentle touches; contrasting the harsh shoves and pulls accompanied by shouts of urgency and new orders of taking more lives. You didn’t like killing. Neither did he.

A quiet tear slid down your cheek as you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind. Something you were beginning to sadly get more used from hanging around him so much. Even so, you still shed a few tears here and there. Knowing those people you killed would never experience this feeling or any other feeling other than adrenaline, rage, and the anger of what they deem to be injustices or ‘the truth’. It hurt. But that was also exactly why you cherished these moments all the more. You two were the few lucky ones and he would be damned if he or you wouldn’t take advantage of that fact.

Through darkened lashes and blackened voids holding pools of a pale blue, he stared at you. The lieutenant staring at his top sniper on his team and, if it were up to him, the entire damn military. His hands delicately traced every scar, scratch, scab, and stitch you adorned on your body. You were self conscious of them at first. Now, after he’s seen them, you present them almost as trophies. Prideful and regret less. Whatever scars you had, you received saving your team. His touch sent your stomach rolling and your back arching, pushing your body against his own more than his hand that made its home in the small of your back.

“That’s my good girl,” his deep voice grumbled into your ear while you panted against his chest, licking his shoulder as his hand that was at your knee began to make its way to the back. A firm squeeze and slap of your ass made you gasp and whimper against his bare skin. Patchouli, gunpowder, and the faintest note of black pepper and gun metal filled your senses as his mask covered your nose from the deep, passionate kiss he gifted you from his naked mouth.

Even in the privacy and comfort of his own home, your own home, he refused to take it off. You weren’t offended. If anything you found it hotter. But what you wouldn’t give to trace your fingers over every pore, hair, stubble, or beauty mark he may have on his face just like he did your body. You panted, “Ghost…hah….Simon…please, baby…”

He gave a gentle, kitten like lick to your lips as he firmly held your thigh against his hip whilst rolling you onto your back. Mentally, he scoffed at the way you looked. Not because of you looked or sounded stupid, but because of the coincidence of it all. They called him Ghost. And he you were. Wrapped up in soft white sheets with the pale moonlight illuminating your being like a goddess. You were almost too pure for him despite the two of you being practically joined at the hip on the battlefield. You were beautiful. Angelic. Truly hauntingly beautiful. The only thing to make him look as though he was the one who’d seen a ghost.

You stared with a slightly furrowed brow and sparkling, half lidded eyes. You could’ve sworn you were higher than a kite had you taken something before this. Seeing your lieutenant, so stoic and unyieldingly intimidating now partially naked and above your fully naked figure. Vulnerable. Bare. Unapologetic and strong. So fucking strong. Ghost was TF 141’s protector. He made everyone hear the symphonies of machine guns and his stealth was equivalent to your clean whisps of your sniper rifle that always landed you your famous double headshots. But when you were together; peaceful and worshipping one another, you swear you heard the sweetest melodies. Like a mazzy star song on a snowy night. Just like this one.

More.

More tears began to fall.

More.

Your limbs wrapped around his large build, wrapping him in a sweet delicacy that he’d never felt before. And if he had, it didn’t compare to this one. For Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley would never forget the touch of the woman he truly loved. The woman who managed to remain that empathetic ray of sarcastic sunshine. The woman who saved his life outside of the battlefield.

More.

More desire to make you his bubbled in his chest and flooded his brain. His thumb gently wiped away your tears as you stared up at him with a quivering smile. “What’s the matter, my love?”

More.

Ghost began to kiss your trail of tears as delicately as he used to clean and dress your wounds. Even crying and tearful, you were as gorgeous as the stars in the deserts of Kazakhstan. You sniffled and shook your head, closing your eyes and drawing in a trembling breath as he pressed his forehead against yours, “Nothing…I’m just overwhelmed…,” you whimpered and kissed his lips after every word, “I love you.”

Kiss.

“I love you.”

Another.

“I love you…”

Ghost reciprocated every blessing your lips gifted. He held your hands in his own larger ones and whispered, “And…I as well, my love.”

Your lip quivered and a barely audible request left your chest in almost a sigh, “Say it…please, Simon…”

Ghost furrowed his brow slightly and held your body close as he sat up with you now on his lap. You hugged him tightly, burying your face in his neck to inhale the scent of his musk and balaclava. His lips left kisses on your shoulder that felt as faint as a phantom. You were so precious to him. More than you’d ever know. He’d always seen you almost as a porcelain doll. Delicate but still ‘bloody unsettling’ with your skills. Almost like their lifeless eyes. Something he was proud to tell you, you didn’t have.

He whispered and laid back with you on top of him, “I love you, y/n. My goddess.”

You bit your lip, trying not to sob from the gratitude of him being alive as it consumes you the more he held and spoke to you. “My savior….my hero.”

His heart skipped a beat. It filled with pride and a need to keep you close. The need to keep you safe. The need to keep this moment alive. He could pleasure you whenever he wanted. But this wasn’t something he was used to nor received even once in a blue moon. Right now, it was the two of you against the world. And he’d go to hell and back if it meant you were still smiling and giving to him. Giving him all of you as he did.

“No more crying, love. Lets have a smile then, yeah?” he requested as he pulled away just enough to see your face. Those strong fingers followed by his muscular tattooed forearm brushed a piece of hair behind the shell of your ear before you held the same hand against your cheek.

You sniffled and gave a breathy chuckle. Ghost gave a satisfied grunt, “Atta girl. There’s my beautiful sunshine.”

Your free hand slid to the hem of his balaclava. For a second, the both of you remained still. You were waiting for him to retaliate. He was waiting for you to continue.

“Just for a moment. Understood?”

Trying not to reveal your excitement too much, you smiled a little more and nodded, “Yes, sir.”

Slowly, his muscles gradually tensed as he began to feel more air hit his features until there was no warmth anymore. There, he sat. Your eyes drank in any and every feature they could and without thinking, you brought your dreams to fruition. You held the sides of his neck, leaving kisses on his forehead, nose, and cheeks but licked every inch of his jaw and neck you could see. A soft groan rumbled from his throat as you gripped his hair and began to softly grind against him again.

His muscles relaxed more and more as he fell deeper and harder into your trance. He gripped your hip, making you grind harder but a bit slower as well while his thumb traced, pushed, and dragged down your bottom lip. You held his wrist and stared with big innocent eyes; fluttering your lashes like long weightless butterfly wings. Ghost’s breath dusted your lips, your tongue licking the tip of his thumb like a snake investigating its prey.

The man finally pushed his thumb all the way in while you whimpered at his thrusts against your bare lower half. He put his balaclava back on earning a whine, “B-…but-“

“Hush, pet. Perhaps I’ll let you see more later on. For now…just…. let me,” he kissed your neck and shoulder while pulling his aching member out, “shit…mmm….just let me…take care of you.”

The harsher his thrusts got, the more tears began to fall once again. Only this time, it was ecstasy and pure love that filled your womb and heart. You’d never felt so complete. Fulfilled. Loved. Simon felt the same. He watched as every muscle in your body flexed and showed their contours in the light of the gods flooding through the white curtains. Every sound, pant, hell even every squish and thrust was ensured to be tattooed deep into his memory. Simon wanted you to remember this night as vividly as he would. He’d left hickeys and love bites that always received a beautiful yelp and/or moan; encouraging his thrust to become harsher and needier.

Your whimpers turned into gasps while his back began to scar with deep scratches and reddened with involuntary slaps caused from sudden jerks of pleasure. His brow twitched a bit at a sudden thought, but nothing was going to stop or embarrass him from asking. Simon put his unmarked forearm in front of his chest horizontally and panted, “Bite. NOW. As hard as you fucking can, sweet girl.”

Without hesitation, you bit down on his forearm and widened your eyes at the deep, raspy ragged breaths he was releasing with a string of yesses from his much harsher, stronger thrusts. Ones that hit your favorite spots perfectly. You rolled your eyes and arched your back as you fell back onto the mattress; the stoic man now with his other hand around your throat and on top of you. Almost as if you were the enemy now.

Simon’s eyes were half lidded from pleasure but his brow was tight. A glare of lust, determination, and a carnal desire to have you permanently, eternally marked as his and his alone. No more stares from other men. No more subtly suggestive comments from the team. And certainly no more touches from the enemy on undercover missions. He buried his face in your neck as your walls clenched tightly around him, “That’s it…yeaah. Hah, fuck, that’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl. You want me to cum inside, yeah?”

Though you couldn’t answer, even once he removed his arm, you panted out, “S-Simon…yes! Please!”

He loved the sound of his name on your tongue. It sounded right. It felt right. You made him feel human again. His anchor to as normal of a life as he could experience after what he was raised around. It was you that made him feel worthy of that name. And it was you that made him feel worthy enough to set aside the name ‘Ghost.’ Though that never sounded bad coming from you either. Combined with your comforting, girlish, and somehow ‘domestic’ scent? It shoved him into oblivion.

Pants turned to sighs and eventually faded into soft breaths colliding with each other while your foreheads rejoined again. Simon pretended to sleep purely to coerce you into your own slumber. Once his plan succeeded, he spent the rest of the night watching your chest subtly bump as it rose and fell with your stomach and full womb. He was glad you were on birth control. Not just because he was a firm believer that this world was far from fit for a child, but because he could never give up the peace and quiet of this grounding, passionate, life saving moment. One that he would always hope to have again.

A true love that he would always fight to the death for.

For you, he’ll always make sure he never turns into a ghost.

[yinyuedijun]

wow my hands recovered only for me to blow out my right hand again by playing gold and gears. but it doesn't matter.....we move

[theworstcreature]

HOLY SHIT HOLY FUCKING SHIT MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANDWERED AND I AM FREAKING THE HELL OUT RIGJT NOW YOU GUYS DONT UNDERTAND MAJOR FUCJING AHSOKA SPOIKERS AHEAD

GUYS WE GOT THE FUCKING CLONE WARS FLASHBACKS IM PHYSICALLY ILL WE GOT TJE SIEGE OF MANDALORE IVE BEEN NEEDING TO SEE IT IN LIVE ACTUON EVER SINCE I FIRST SAW IT OMG THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME ALSO REXARONI MY BELOVED CLONE CAPTIAN I LOVE YOU AND YOUR LIKE 20 SECS OF SCREENTIME SO MUCH I DESPRATELY NEEDED TO SEE YOU ALSO ANAKIN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

ALSO WE GOT MORE FUCKING PURGILS!!!!!!!!

I will legally adopt jacen like this kid is growing on me

This episode hurt me in like 20 different ways btw <3

Also: CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLONES CLO-

Also they said it was one of her first missions during like the first flashback but that outfit was from like s3????? Honestly I hope the reason is bc putting a child in a tube top and well just that entire s1 outfit is weird and not bc it was just a costuming error

On a similar note, ANAKINS CLONE WARS ARMOR LOOKED SO GOOD?!?!?!?! LIKE-

Also I LOVE Hera so much like she’s so mother

Anyways in other news: NEW AHSOKA OUTFIT NEW AHSOKA OUTFIT IT LOOKS SO GOOD YOU GUYS I ADORE IT IT LOOKS SO COMFY I WANNA COSPLAY SO BADDDDDDDDDDDD

so anyways how’s your Tuesday evening going?

[kingmlem]

I don't care what anyone says.

This:

Is a literal sweetheart. Y'all are just mean.

No, I will not:

Be taking criticism

Shut up about this