#DROOLING over it

[reddsl1mer]

we need more shnoz appreciation bc i cant even BEGINNN to explain how much i freaking love his nose LOOK AT IT

[hannibalised]

Simon only ever brought back any bird home to fuck nasty, but this ? it wasn't his thing to do.

And you did nothing particularly charming except puke over his boot and sob and hiccup under the influence.

Generally things ended at the backalley or his truck and a few rare times back at his place. But tonight it was tad bit different after nearly getting his cheek eaten up all the way up the stairs, and here now as he anxiously spoke over his phone.

“I, er, put a blanket and made her drink water…anything else ?”

“Check her pulse.” So Simon put away the phone one moment to check your limp wrist for pulse.

“Yeah, a bit slow but yeah.”

“Have you put a ring on her finger yet ?”

Simon checked your finger, no ring there to report back. “No, I didn't, should I put a ring…oh.”

Johnny laughed, his blunt cackling coming out of the phone. “Calm your tits now, she'll live, man, just passed out.”

Simon rolled his eyes and hung up mumbling indecent words, casting a glance at your sleep warm body splayed over his bed, drooling over his pillow. He pushed the blanket a bit up your frame and checked up for painkillers which you might need tomorrow morning.

“Night,” He whispered, not taking the other pillow which was cuddled under your leg and going over to sleep over the couch.

Simon did think your hand looked a bit empty and a ring might just be a perfectly good solution, before falling asleep to your babbling.

Masterlist

[cherie-doll]

I said "do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

(Yes, of course I will, my darling)

― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?

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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.

ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.

ଘ Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?

ଘ Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.

ଘ Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.

ଘ Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.

ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.

ଘ Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.

ଘ Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.

ଘ Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.

ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.

ଘ Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.

ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.

:¨ ·.· ¨: `· . ꔫ

[kouzih]

Y'ALL SLEEPP ON HIMMMM GODDDDD

[castiels-undercoat]

The reason we only saw demon Dean interact with Cas like once was actually because he would have tried to hit like IMMEDIATELY. Like he would have been so dtf.

[yeyinde]

i keep thinking about Ghost fucking you in mating press, and then squeezing your jaw tight in his hand until your mouth pops open just so he can spit in your mouth.

[silversoulsociety]

Shouma Toriashi

Raise Wa Tanin Ga ii

[ellaynaonsaturn]

hi bicep

[arrenjo]

Summary: You’re trying to protect Robby from any more trauma today— he’s definitely suffered enough— and he does not appreciate the gesture

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“The parents of Jake’s girlfriend, Leah, are here. I put them in the viewing room. I’m gonna go find Robby.” Donnie told you in passing as he breezed by you. You linked your arm with his just in time to bring him to a dead stop.

Robby, Dr. Michael Robinavitch, was one of the Pitt’s ED doctors. You had never been particularly close, you’d had casual conversations with him here and there, but you were determined for him to get out of here at a half decent time and talking to that girl’s parents was the last thing he needed.

“Like hell you are, find someone else. Anyone else.” You said. Confusion flashed across Donnie’s face as he tried to register what you had just said. It was clear he was on a mission and had been told to do exactly what he was doing.

“But Robby said-“ he started as he pulled you to the side of the hallway, you cut him off, shaking your head. Donnie was one of your closest friends in the ED. Working swing shifts had gotten you close with both the day and night crew, but it was Donnie that you could count on for just about anything.

“I swear to God if I have to watch that man go through any more trauma today I will spontaneously combust.” Donnie looked at you blankly, so you continued. You had just overheard Jake, the closest thing Robby had to a son tell him, in no uncertain terms, to fuck off.

“So no, not him. Shen, Abott, Ellis, McKay, a resident,” You started listing names, “Fuck, if you can find Gloria, let her talk to them, but I’m begging you to please please leave Robby out of it.” You said, Donnie nodded slowly.

“Okay, but if he asks, I’m throwing you under the bus.” You nodded once. You knew Robby would not appreciate the gesture and would absolutely be pissed, but at this point watching him suffer was physically painful.

“And then go home!” You called after Donnie, but he was already halfway down the hall and probably out of earshot.

You had gotten just a glimpse of Robby in the peds trauma room earlier, just enough to know that he was going through some real shit. Hell, you all were. This was unlike anything you had ever seen in The Pitt.

You had confided in Abott earlier about seeing Robby sitting in the floor, tears streaming down his face but you stopped as soon as you realized Langdon was not-so-discreetly listening. You spun on your heel and glared at him, but it was too late. Frank ducked his head and stalked off. It was clear that he and Robby had some kind of beef, and you didn’t want what you had seen to become ammunition in whatever fight they had going on. They had argued before, but never like this. Robby was mad about whatever it was, and with the way Langdon had changed in the past several months you knew he would use whatever he had against Robby.

Langdon used to be a solid friend to you. The two of you would play jokes on one another and cut up together and talk about his wife and kids. Lately he was snippy, even borderline labile and you had distanced yourself. The second time he snapped at you in front of a patient, you told yourself you were done, but you had seen glimpses of your friend come out when interacting with the fresh-faced, always-smiling Dr. King, and it made your chest ache.

You had come in early for your night shift when you got the code triage text for a mass casualty, you didn’t sleep much on your first night of the week anyway and your apartment was a 20 minute walk from the hospital. You knew traffic would be nuts and that you would probably need the fresh air in the morning after whatever fresh hell this was about to be, so you didn’t even bother trying to get your car out of the parking garage.

It had been hours upon hours of working on a slew of patients, the doctors doing the best they could to stabilize them, you and the other nurses doing what they could to maintain the stabilization until they got to where they needed to be. The flow was almost seamless, and you were damn proud of it.

You sat down in your chair to chart and tapped your badge to log in. Before you could put your password in the computer, you caught a glimpse of a figure stalking quickly in your direction. You didn’t have to look up to know it was Robby and Donnie had, as promised, threw you under the bus. You braced yourself for the ass-chewing you knew was coming.

He definitely did not appreciate the gesture.

You steadied yourself with a breath, swallowed, and looked up to lock eyes with Robby who was now towering over you. His face was red, holy fuck he was mad, and his hands were gripping the desk, knuckles white. Neither of you spoke as your eyes locked on his again. He was obviously pissed, but there were other emotions playing in his eyes that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. He was tired, he was sad, but it seemed like there was more to it than that.

“I need you, now.” He said, his voice low and harsh. You nodded and pushed your chair back from the nurses station as he stalked towards the door. You were several paces behind him, following as he lead.

Holy shit, where are we going?

Robby led you off the unit and up the stairs, to the stairwell to the roof. He pushed the door open and let it almost close before you caught it, pushing it open to the outside air. That wasn’t like Robby, he was definitely pissed. You stepped out onto the roof and saw him standing on the other side of the railing, leaned back against it. It was chilly on the rooftop and your navy scrubs didn’t give much in the way of warmth. You crossed your arms over your chest and walked towards him, stopping just short of the railing.

“Why the fuck would you tell Donnie to not come get me?” His voice was low and he was speaking slowly, enunciating every word clearly, still looking at the Pittsburgh skyline.

Ah, not just thrown under the bus. Ran over. Thanks, Don.

“I thought you needed a break,” you said simply, trying to stay cool and level headed. You were trying to do him a favor, trying to protect him. He didn’t need to add to his growing pile of trauma for the day. You knew he gave the kids the tickets to Pittfest, you also knew it was the day Doc Adamson had died and he was the one that had to make that call.

Your answer didn’t satisfy him. He spun on his heel to face you and was over the railing in one step, closing the distance between you in two. As he got closer, you saw the tears welling in his eyes.

“And why in God’s name would that be your fucking call to make?” His voice was still low and sharp, his face close to yours.

“I don’t know, Doctor Robinavitch,” you started, your voice seething. You knew he wouldn’t be appreciative of the gesture, but you also can and would stand up for yourself. He cut you off before you could continue.

“I don’t get a goddamn break. I had my break. I broke and you saw it, and then you went around talking about it. Thanks for that by the way.” He spit the words at you and they cut deeper than you thought they would. He took a step backwards, leaning on the railing again but facing you this time.

“I couldn’t save her and I couldn’t pick myself up off of the fucking floor when they needed me but that doesn’t mean that I need someone to make my goddamn decisions for me. It was my fault and it was my responsibility to tell them that their daughter was dead.” Guilt, that’s the other thing that you could see in his eyes.

“I’m sorry—“ You started sarcastically, he laughed incredulously.

“You fucking need to be,”

“No, Robby, shut the fuck up. I’ve listened to you, your fucking turn to stand there and listen.” That stops him in his tracks, you’ve never had a confrontation with him before— hell, you had just barely had a conversation that didn’t involve a patient— and you had never been anything short of professional, but he wasn’t going to speak to you that way without getting it right back.

“First of all, the only fucking person I told was Jack, who I was asking to check on you. I wasn’t gossiping, I was worried,” you fucking dickhead. You started to add the sentiment to the end of your sentence but thought that may not help things, so you closed your mouth.

“Secondly, nothing about this is your fault.” You said, “I don’t care if you drove the kids to the festival yourself, unless you picked up a fucking AR, this is not your fault.” The word ‘kids’ set him off.

“She was just a fucking kid!” He yelled at you, but it obviously wasn’t at you. He yanked his stethoscope from around his neck and threw it behind you across the rooftop, you winced as you heard it land. His breathing picked up and he stumbled then recovered his balance and swiped at his nose, looking away from you. The tears were back, and threatening to spill. His respirations were getting faster and faster.

“Robby,” you started gently, taking half a step closer to him.

“No, I can’t—“ he pressed his palms to his eyes for a few seconds and then ran them up into his hair, balling his fists up and then releasing them before he dragged his hands back down his face, still refusing to meet your eyes. He dropped his hands back to his sides. His lip quivered and your chest ached, a single tear spilled from his left eye.

“Robby,” you reached up and touched his cheek, “Look at me,” you said softly.

“You’re right, she was just a kid and it’s not fair. Jake blames you and it’s not fair. This whole thing, not fair.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. If he had to concentrate on what you were saying then it may be enough to snap him out of the panic attack he was about to enter. His hand reached up to cover yours that was still resting on his cheek, his eyes finding yours after a few seconds. Your thumb swiped at the tear.

“You deserve a little bit of grace, you can’t win ‘em all.” You said softly.

“I feel like it’s the important ones that I can’t win,” He said, shifting his gaze back to the skyline but not moving his hand.

“They’re all important,” you whispered, “That’s something you taught me. They’re all somebody’s somebody. They all have changed someone life, in one way or another, and that’s why it sucks so bad when we lose them.”

“I’m sorry,” he said looking back at you and dropping his head. You let your hand drop back to your side when he did. Something about touching him made you feel a little too warm and fuzzy “I should have never spoken to you like that.” You gave him a soft smile.

“It’s okay, does it help to know that I’d do it again?” You asked, he snorted and shook his head, you let your smile fall.

“As much as you wanted to be, you were not the best thing for her parents and you didn’t need to be the one to tell them, for them and for you. You have to take care of yourself too, Robby. You’re important to too many people to not.” He nodded slowly, like he was taking in that information for the first time.

“And if you’re done harassing me,” you said with a smirk, “I have to go back to work.” You started towards the door and Robby chucked and caught your arm, the warm fuzzies were back when you saw him smile and felt his hand on your bicep. His smile fell, and he dipped his head a little to meet your eyes.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

A/n: I wrote this in three hours, it’s not beta read bc this is strictly a hobby, asks are open for requests (or words of affirmation bc ya girl thrives there) but i make zero promises, this could be built off of if ppl like it? Idk i hope you enjoyed <3

—Arren

[ivysos2001]

Sometimes I think about the fact that there was a whole episode of parks and rec where Ben and Leslie had to miss his birthday party so she could filibuster the city council meeting to protect voting rights in Pawnee

And instead of doing what most shows would do and making the central conflict a whole thing about Ben being mad about having to miss his party and Leslie having to make it up to him etc - he literally never even thinks to question her on it and is in complete agreement with her that protecting voting rights is more important than a bday party and has to be their top priority no matter how inconvenient it is for them (plus he also spends most of the filibuster drooling over how hot and generally awesome his wife is filibustering in her roller skates)

It’s just so refreshing to see a show’s main couple be so supportive of each other and on the same page rather than creating pointless conflicts where they’re both irrationally mad at each other over nothing - its not like they never have disagreements or anything but it’s always Leslie and Ben against the world on this show and I’ll always love that

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [91/?] ⤷ 11.02 — “This”

[daddiesdrarryy]

Ron: Here’s your tie back, Draco, please don’t ever tell me why Harry got it on his bed

Draco: Thanks, but…why did you come all the way here to give me this?

Ron: Well, we’re friends, right?

Blaise: *walks past in grey sweatpants*

Ron: …

Ron: What in the Medusa—

Ron: Merlin I almost turned to stone!

Ron: I swear it was looking at me!

Draco: Oh that’s why you came all the way here

[ffa07aa]

little sillies!!! for future stickers

[forlorn-crows]

DRUM CAM FOOTAGE LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

[nor3gertz]

i suck at drawing tall skinny women sorry.

[housecow]

i’m beggingggg y’all to identify these fake feedee pages—it is NOT hard, even if you’ve never seen the person before.

keys to this:

- page was made in the last couple months

- all/most posts will have been made within the span of a few days. usually in succession

- bio says something about wanting a feeder, very little other information

- captions on posts ask for feeders and ask for money to be sent for food

- MOST LIKELY will be posting images with the entire face of someone. as in, most will not impersonate someone that doesn’t show their face (from what i’ve seen)

- does not reblog things besides pictures of people. as in, no text posts or anything. may reblog pictures from other impersonators

- does not engage with the community beyond asking for a feeder

- frequent mispelling and grammar issues