#I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THIS IS

[th3ink]

Based on this tweet that Gooseworx made and The reason why everyone is drawing as fast as they can.

[anonymoustygian]

princess: trying to sleep

her knights, trying to frot through their armor: *CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG*

[rafey-baby]

c/w: yoga instructor!rafe being touchy & suggestive (is he even talking about yoga atp?) 18+ mdni!

wc: 890

part 2

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She signed up for the class in order to help her achy muscles relax a bit, not expecting the instructor to be so…hot (for the lack of better words).

Therefore, it was nearly impossible for her focus her attention on his directions since all she could concentrate on was the way his muscles would ripple under his shirt and his beefy forearms flex whenever he’d demonstrate a new pose with sweat glittering on his forehead.  

He’d make rounds around class and help everyone get their form right and whenever he’d get to her, his hands would always linger for longer than necessary, making her assume she simply needed more assistance since she hadn’t really been paying attention when he was explaining it at the front.  

“Clumsy little thing, huh?” he’d playfully mock her when she’d stumble on her feet the minute his hands weren’t supporting her.

He'd always correct her posture with a warm palm on her waist— pushing her forward with a soft press of his big hand against her back; tapping her thigh to get her to switch into a better position. Heady breaths tickling her ear when he'd mumble out advice on how to get the stretch to feel deeper, murmuring soft words of encouragement in a certain cadence that would make her tingle, something profound in her tummy flutter.  

“This one’s a bit of a harder one but I know you can take it, yeah?”  

“Shit, you’re getting so good at this.”  

“You feel that?” 

Then one day after class when nearly everyone’s left and there’s only a few people loitering around, gathering their things, Rafe pads over to her. 

She’s in the midst of taking a sip from her water bottle and his tall frame approaching her makes her look up; he’s clad in a black pair of workout shorts and a dark grey t shirt. Her gaze stalls on the way his tongue pokes out to lick over his pillowy lips.  

“Hey, so I thought I could go over that one pose with you one more time. Just so you really get it for next time, yeah?” He suggests, merely wanting to help out the poor girl who’s always struggling in the back of his class.  

“Oh, um— sure,” she answers, embarrassment painting over her features because she knows exactly what he’s referring to; a specific position where she had toppled over and hit the floor, making Rafe’s eyes widen in concern and the other people around her gasp and ask if she was okay.  

It didn’t really even hurt that much, she thinks. At least not as much as her flimsy ego that got bruised up in the midst of it all, trying to cover up how humiliated she had felt with a small laugh, climbing back up to stand on wobbly legs accompanied by a flushed face.   

At this point they’re the only people left and she suddenly feels all too nervous because she’s never been alone with him before. Her inhales and exhales are turning labored, intractable. And she’s not sure whether her clamorous respiration is echoing in the empty room or in the empty halls of her mind. She mentally crosses her fingers and wishes it’s the latter, stepping on top of her shamrock-colored yoga mat.  

“So, what you wanna do is concentrate your weight on this leg, so you don’t lose your balance,” he taps her right thigh and she nearly stumbles on her feet once again; the corners of his mouth tugging up. “And then bend the other one right here, you think you can do that?”  

“Mhm,” she hums as she moves her limbs in the way he’s patiently instructing her to.  

“Just like that,” blue hydrangea eyes are glued to her, making her think he can read right through her as she swallows at the praise.  

“Then, you gotta lean your weight here,” he settles a hearty hand on her right upper arm, thumb mindlessly skating over her burning skin as she does just that.  

“There you go, Bambi,” he murmurs and a pomegranate tinge blushes over her cheeks at the nickname, rounded eyes trying to blink away the haze that clouds over them.  

“You feel it here?” His fingertips graze over her inner thigh and she manages a nod, limbs feeling mellow and spongy all of a sudden. 

“Good, good,” he breathes out and her brain turns into a knotted ball of wool at his intoxicating proximity.  

“And if you ever feel like you’re gonna fall, just focus on a specific spot on the floor or the wall or anything, it’ll help, alright?” The words sound almost gravelly when he rasps them out as his palms rest on her waist, strong arms steadying her.  

“Okay…thanks,” she manages out, sucking in some air her lungs are screaming for since apparently, she’s forgotten how important breathing is.  

He then pushes her forward a little, making her let out a small noise from the back of her throat in surprise. The sudden stretch of the position she’s now in making her gasp.  

“I know, feels good, huh?”  

“Uh— yeah,” she squeaks out, feeling the cotton material of her panties dampening at the way he’s speaking to her; her thoughts turning into something indecent, muddy...

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

Please enjoy my random unhinged thoughts about Jack Hughes and both of you craving comfort with his recent injury. Ignore the shitty formatting I’m typing this one my phone.

Jack being home, sitting on the couch, sling on his left arm. No one can give him answers, which ultimately means you know nothing. It’s stressing you both out, the not knowing. But when you come home and see him on the couch looking so defeated watching his team on the ice in Dallas. A little part of your heart breaks for him.

You know it’s not going to help him, watching that game. It will only lead to him further fixating on how the outcome could have been different if he was there - on the ice - with his teammates. Not to mention it’s making your anxiety raise.

Slowly calling out his name, “J. Baby” you try to coo hoping the soft tone brings your better luck. Slowly making your way over to him, sitting next to him. Immediately your head goes to the crock of his neck, leaving a small trail wet kisses, spending extra time on that one spot that always has him cursing a little under his breath.

“Y/N.” he tries to make his tone stern. “Can we do this later? I’m trying to watch.”

“I know. But it’s not going to make you feel better.” You try to argue, you both know you’re right. Well Jack knows you’re right, but that doesn’t mean he wants to admit it.

“Y/N.”

Removing your head quickly, careful of his injury you move your leg so your straddling his lap. Looking down you start to fidget with all his little rubber bracelets. “Jack. Can we talk about it yet?” Finally, mentioning the elephant in the room. He’s refused to talk about what happened 2 nights ago, and it’s really scaring the shit outta you.

“Sweetheart.” he whispers, slowly being his pointer finger under your chin so you’re making eye contact. “I’m okay.” although you’re not sure if he’s saying it more for you or him.

“You didn’t get up.” Your voice cracks, you can feel the tears in your eyes, threatening to break. His brows frown, as if he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. “I don’t to the trainers, they said you were knocked unconscious for a few seconds. Watching it from here, I- I’ve never been more scared. I thought - I thought.” Your voice cracked, and the tears slowly started going down your cheeks despite trying so hard not to cry.

“Hey. Hey.” Using his good hand, the pad of his thumb to wipe tears away. “I’m here. Okay. Come here.” Slowly pulling you closer to him, although there isn’t much room to go. “Want snuggles babygirl?” He asks, as he tightens his grip already.

“Closer” you beg.

“Baby, you can’t get closer.” He chuckles, but then he understands what you’re asking you as you try to claw at the top of his sweats.

“Closer.” You get again.

“You wanna feel full? Huh is that it? Will that make you feel better?” His voice an octave deeper than before, all you do is whimper. “Need me to fill you up, help take your mind off it all.”

“Hmmm.” Still clawing at his pants but he keeps stopping you with the edge of his hand that’s in his sling.

“Come on baby. I know you wanna be a good girl fa’ me. And good girls use their words.”

“Please J. I need you.” He doesn’t need to be told twice, as he lifts his hips and lets you take him out. Usually he would finger you, to help with the stretch but before he could even try, you lowed yourself down, gasping at the burning feeling.

“Fuck you’re so tight.” Jack lazily thrusted into you. But you both knew this wasn’t about being horny. Both of you, for whatever reason just needed to feel connected, to make you guys feel in control of something in the big mess of unknowns that happened in the last few days due to his fall into the boards.

[xothatnerdykid]

Aizawa x Reader Established Relationship Headcanons

(Cannot, for the life of me, get over my writer's block but I've still got Aizawa brainrot thanks to s7 so here.)

I might be in the minority here but I don't think Aizawa would smoke. He eats healthy and works out to keep his body in shape. Why would he compromise his health by smoking?

His only vices are chronic snacking (he loves those jelly pouch things) and caffeine.

He's usually up 'til dawn most days because duh, he works two jobs (hence the 5-7 shots of espresso in his coffee). 

Despite his sleep deprivation most days, he is soooo sexy when he wakes up in the morning. Messy hair. Baggy shirt and boxers. Or sometimes a body hugging tank top and sweatpants. And his voice — his raspy, sleep-addled voice. The feeling of his stubble against the smooth planes of your face waking you up. 

He doesn’t usually cook breakfast but he does always brew a fresh pot of coffee for you. And he never leaves without a kiss goodbye, even when you’re still snuggled up in bed, asleep.

When you first start dating, Shouta talks to you pretty much the same way he talks to everyone else. So curt and succinct, you sometimes used to wonder if he was upset with you. He’d usually get confused as to what made you ask that, and then explained that he’s just a man of a few words, that’s all. 

As your relationship becomes more established, you notice subtle shifts in the way he communicates. It's not a sudden change, but your conversations start to feel more like a secret code over time, filled with inside jokes that never fail to make him smirk.

Shouta’s love language is definitely acts of service. He’s a pragmatic, action-oriented person who values efficiency. So of course he’d think that actions speak louder than words when it comes to letting someone know your true feelings. 

That’s why he loves it when he comes home to your cooking, especially when you surprise him with his favorite dish. Because after 16-hours or so of working two jobs, he usually just passes out on the couch the moment he gets home and you’re not around.

He feels so bad when he comes home too late sometimes and finds you already asleep and his dinner sitting cold on the stovetop or in the fridge. He always makes sure to make it up to you by preparing breakfast the next day or…other…pleasing ways…

Seeing you take care of Sushi, the cat his very-well-and-alive friend Nemuri sometimes asks him to babysit, makes him feel all warm inside, too (although he doesn’t actually admit it, you just catch him smiling softly at you sometimes and quickly looking away when you notice).

As for how he expresses his love for you, it mostly comes in the form of acts of service, too, as well as gifts and physical touch.

Shouta’s romantic gestures are like rare collectibles. They often come as a surprise, but when they happen, you cherish them dearly. He'll surprise you with a thoughtful gift and leave it on your desk with a simple, "Saw this and thought of you."

He won't serenade you under the moonlight or anything, but he'll make you a warm cup of tea when you're tired, or wrap a scarf around you when it's cold.

You don't really have time to go out on dates most weeks, but when you do, you're either at a quiet restaurant or taking a walk through nature in the parks. 

His favorite thing to do is sit with you by the window sill on rainy days and just have you snuggle up to him, bundled in his arms, while you read or do your own thing in comfortable silence.

Fighting with Shouta was like having a verbal sparring match. He’s always strategic, although his patience wears thin sometimes, even with you. Still, he knew when to bring something up and when to back down. 

He won't shy away from a disagreement, but he's not one to let it linger. He’ll tackle the issue head-on, find a compromise, and move on.

One of your favorite things about him was that he never held a grudge or took conflicts personally.  

Shouta’s life is a constant juggle between being a pro hero, a UA teacher, a single dad, and being your boyfriend. But oh, does he master it.

At first you thought maybe he was just a really efficient and organized planner, but one look at him, his apartment, his phone, and his non-existent planner told you otherwise.

“How do you plan on getting all of this done?” You often ask him about his mountain of papers to grade and reports to submit, to which he just shrugs.

“I don’t know, the usual? Coffee. Eye drops.” He sucks on his second jelly pouch of the day and goes back to his cluttered desk, papers strewn about like fallen leaves. "Duct taping my eyelids," he grumbles the last part under his breath.

You laugh, watching him from the couch with a fond look in your eyes. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

He looks up, one eyebrow raised. “For what? Managing to stay awake?”

“For…everything,” you shrug, walking over to perch yourself atop the edge of his desk. “For being you.”

He hums appreciatively as he pulls you closer by the waist.

“I don’t know how you do it, but I’m grateful.”

He glances up at you, smiling a little. You scratch at the stubble on his chin. 

“Ready to call it a night?”

“Not quite,” he smirks before leaning up to kiss you fervently, tangling his hands in your hair.

Both of you slept better than you have all week. Afterwards.

You occasionally surprise him by finding him when he’s out on patrol and checking up on him. You love seeing him like this, in his element. He’s so kind to all the people he helps…

(A lot of the time, you end up making out against an alleyway or with him hanging upside down from a fire escape, but that’s neither here nor there.) 

[teeething]

he's a simple guy actually 🍆🍆! Stay tuned for PART 2...

[iamsomeonehere]

Part 1 - Part 2

Tim had tried as best he could to fix up Dan but he wasn’t a doctor. He had wrapped him up in bandages and prayed that he would heal.

Dan said there was no point because he has super healing. Tim doesn’t really believe the possibly concussed boy.

“Dan!” Tim yelled through the empty house. “You have to tell me how you got injured!” Tim was chasing him across the living room.

“None of your business, child.” Dan floated above him. “It’s super hero stuff and last I check you are a child not a hero.”

“I can know! I follow Batman and Robin around! I know all about their stuff! They don’t know that I know but it doesn’t matter. I can handle it!” Dan pauses and stares down at Tim for a moment.

“You do realize that is a creepy ass thing to say right?” Tim’s face turns red.

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Tell me!”

“No!”

“Tell meeee!”

“Fine!”

“Tell- oh wait really?”

“Yes really.” Dan floats down and rests on the couch. “You’re more stubborn than Danny.”

Tim sits next to him. “Who’s Danny? Is that who hurt you? Or a friend? Or maybe your brother? You do have similar names.” Tim mumbles as Dan stares in confusion.

“You’re very talkative.”

Tim freezes and seems to cave in on himself. He looks away and starts fidgeting with his sweatshirt sleeves.

“Oh ancients you have his self esteem issues too.”Dan awkwardly pats him on the back. “Danny is my template.”

Tim looks at him in confusion. “Like your dad?”

“Something like that kid. And no he didn’t hurt me. Actually he helped me get away.”

“From who?” Tim stares at him in curiosity.

“Some bad people who don’t really like us.” Dan sighs.

“Can I help?” Tim questioned with a hopeful look.

“I wish you could kid.” 

Part 3

[shaunashipman]

hello ladies look at your man, now look back at me. sadly he isn't me, but if he had less self-loathing he could be me. look down, back up, where are you? with me at the sea side with a bdsm pony and the man your man could be.

what's on your head, back to me, I have a pretty princess tiara because I am not a little bitch.

look again, the tiara is now a puppy

anything is possibly when you lose your self-loathing. look at your man, now look back me, I am actually gay

[tommykinard217]

Buck and Tommy stumbling home, giggling into each other's mouths as they frantically kiss while still trying to get the front door open. Finally they succeed but it just leads to Buck pushing Tommy up against the door, giggles fading into moans as the energy between them gets more desperate, more frantic. Tommy pushing Buck towards the couch, not once having separated from each other. They try to undress each other without stopping their frantic, messy stream of kisses, but laugh as they just get stuck.

They pull apart for just a second, chests heaving, as they drink in how the other looks. Face flushed, lips swollen, eyes dark and hungry, before they're back to ripping the clothes of each other, frenzied smiles still on their faces as their lips meet once again

[faramirsonofgondor]

Remember how in the earlier seasons (I forget which episode) Dean told Cas that humans lie all the time when they want something really bad and Cas was like “But why tho?” and Dean was just like “Cause that’s how you become President.” Like imagine Cas just taking that statement and rolling with it and now everytime he or someone else catches Dean in a lie, in his mind Cas is like “wow he’s getting really close to being President. I wonder how many more lies he has to tell before he qualifies.” And then one day the rest of TFW catches Dean in a big lie and Cas is just like “So are you President now… or????” and everyone else is just like “wtf????” while Dean blue screens into the distance.

[jkvjimin]

seven days a week; jungkook's birthday countdown ↳ wed: one special live from 2023

[winn-wynn]

Me trying to figure out Oliver Wood’s birthday because it just be fun

I checked Oliver’s wiki and I know it says somewhere between September 1st 1975 to August 31st 1976.

But idk I don’t feel like he’s born in the later half of 1975.

I mean he’s 17 in the prisoner of Azkaban his final year (but she could have said his age at the beginning and we don’t know when he turns 18 in the book so I can’t determine it there :/)

And if the cut off date is September 1st (I’m guessing the first day because usually schools have one and the cut off date is usually the beginning of school and because of the wiki from Oliver lol)

Tbh I lowkey think Oliver is a little older than Percy. But I don’t think he’s a “year” older. Percy’s birthday is August 22nd. And they’re in the same year but they’re the same age. They’re both 17 in their 7th year when they start. So it kind of cuts out September-December Because that means Oliver would be a year older if you count then.

I have no idea where this was going. It be funny if his birthday was also August tbh. But I feel like it’s not

[lackadaisicallizard]

Nicknames

“Can you pass me that book?” Regulus points to the text sitting next to James. 

“Are we going to do anything more interesting today?” James’ voice is bordering on whiney as he passes it across the table. 

“I told you I was studying. You were the one that decided to grace me with your ever annoying presence.” He opens the book and starts flipping through the pages. 

“You know you love it,” James’ teasing tone isn’t at all subtle. 

They’ve been playing this game for months now. The game where James flirts overtly and Regulus pretends that he doesn’t flirt back. Where they find excuses to spend time together. Where Regulus lets James interrupt his study session when it’s very clear he has no intention of letting him actually study. 

“Come on!” There’s no reply from the younger boy who would look entirely indifferent if it wasn’t for the small crease between his brows that indicates that he’s not doing a very good job at blocking James out. “Reggie.” 

He looks up then, eyebrows now knitted into a thick line. “No.” 

A smirk. “What?” 

“You are not calling me Reggie.” 

“Why? Sirius does.” 

“Sirius is my brother and incredibly annoying.” 

James’ smirk turns into a grin. “Oh so you don’t find me annoying then?” 

“I told you I did less than thirty seconds ago.” 

“You’re such a bad liar.” 

Regulus rolls his eyes in the way that makes James’ stomach do a little flip and goes back to ‘ignoring’ him. 

James is silent for approximately five seconds. “You can give me a nickname if you’d like.” 

“I’m good, thanks.” 

“Seriously, you can call me whatever you want.” 

“Noted.” 

“You can even call me tonight if you like.” 

That stops him. It also makes him look up and meet James’ eyes. “Really, Potter?” 

James raises his eyebrows, smiling again. “Didn’t like that one?” 

“You’re a walking, cliche.” 

James laughs. “So is that a no to the nickname then?”

A pause. “I’ll think about it.” 

— 

A week later and James walks into the Slytherin common room. 

“Potter, to what do we owe this honour?” Barty asks, not even bothering to get up from where’s he’s laying across Evan’s lap on one of the sofas, spinning his wand between his fingers. 

Pandora is reading cross legged in an armchair and looks up with a warm smile that contrasts her brother’s suspicious one. 

“Hi guys. Have you seen Regulus?” 

“Let him out of your sight for once, huh?” Evan asks with raised eyebrows. 

“Yes. Well, no- I mean. He’s not always-“ 

“Eloquent as ever, I see,” Barty laughs and Pandora shushes him. 

“Oh stop it you two,” she looks at James, “he’s upstairs. Sometimes he needs to escape from these idiots.” 

She shushes them again as they start to argue and they settle back down with a grumble. 

James nods. “Right, well do you think he’d mind if I drop something to him? I accidentally took his quill from the library the other day and I’m not sure I want to find out what happens if he thinks I stole it.” 

Evan shrugs. “He’s your boyfriend, Potter. Do what you want.” 

Everything stops. 

James can hear his heart beating in his ears. 

Pandora’s smile has dropped. “Are you okay James?” 

James takes a deep breath and nods his head, blinking so the room starts moving again. “Yep, all good. I’ll go deliver this quill to my… boyfriend.” 

The word comes out slowly as James gauges their reactions, waiting for one of them to laugh at him, to laugh at their joke. 

Instead they stare at him. “Okay…” Evan says eventually. 

James doesn’t remember walking through the common room or up the stairs. He doesn’t remember knocking on Regulus’ door or opening it to find him sitting cross legged on his bed, book opened in his lap and beautiful eyes wide in surprise at the sudden intrusion. He doesn’t remember anything before the words that fall out of his mouth. 

“Why did Evan just call me your boyfriend?” 

Recognition appears in his eyes, then and his mouth curls up into a knowing smile. “You told me I could call you anything.” 

“I was talking about a nickname, Regulus.” 

“And?” 

James has to stop himself from looking at the camera that’s surely filming him right now. This can’t be an actual conversation he’s having, surely? 

“Boyfriend is not a nickname. It’s a thing.”  He moves closer to Regulus’ bed as he talks, his words faster than usual. “It’s something a person is, it’s… romantic.”

Regulus blinks before putting down his book and getting up off his bed so they’re standing across from each other. “Thank you for defining the word boyfriend, Potter. And for the clarification.” His tone is definitely sarcastic but James has no idea how to respond.

“You’re welcome,” is what comes out. James kicks himself for it. 

“So are you saying you don't want me to call you that any more?” Regulus’ facial expression seems neutral but there’s a hint of something else there. 

“No,” the word escapes before he even realises he’s said it. “I mean yes. I mean-“ he stops and takes a breath before meeting Regulus’ eyes. They’re softer than usual. “Are you sure?” 

Regulus hums before he smiles and takes a step forward, reaching out to place his hand on James’ cheek and momentarily causing him to stop breathing. “It suits you, you know? Your new nickname, I mean.” 

James lets out a noise that sounds startlingly close to impatience before he finds himself leaning in, and then Regulus’ lips are on his and his hands are in his hair and he forgets any name he’s ever had for a second, a minute, an hour, an indeterminate amount of time before they pull apart again. 

He’s smiling now as his heart beats quickly in his chest, and as the younger boy smiles right back James only has one question:

“So can I call you Reggie now?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Oh,” James pouts and Regulus rolls his eyes before reaching down to take his hand, lacing their fingers together. 

“I guess you’ll just have to settle for boyfriend.” 

James’ eyes move from their hands to Regulus’ face. “Oh.” His voice is softer now, light. “I think I can make that work.” 

[strayheartless]

Genesis: how many partners could a naive farmers son possibly have had?

Zack: well that depends on what you class as a “partner”?

Genesis: Anybody you’ve brought to a fever pitch of uncontrollable ecstasy.

Angeal:🙄

Zack: oh! Fifty six!

Genesis: Excuse me?!

Zack: I had about fifty six partners! Of course that was before I met Cloud! I probably would have had more but I stuck to my parents rule of not dating till I was at least 18.

Genesis: fifty six?! FIFTY SIX!!???

Angeal: oh gods, stand back he’s gonna BLOW!

Genesis: what do you mean you’ve had fifty six partners! You told me you were a virgin before you started dating Cloud!

Zack: hey you can have a romantic partner without having to go all the way!

Genesis: you can not! If that were true Zack, that would mean you were a slut!

Angeal: Oh, Genesis please! So the boys had fifty six partners in one year. He’s not a slut.

Zack: Thank you Angeal.

Angeal: he is THE slut.

Zack: HEY!

Angeal: he is the grand PUBA of Slutdom. He is the easiest man in this room.

Genesis, offended: Angeal Hewley you take that back!

Angeal, blandly: The slut is dead long live the slut.

[slowandsteddie]

Eddie: “hey, Steve. When did you first know you were gay?”

Steve: “ever since I first met you.”

Eddie: “wait what. No. This wasn’t supposed to be wholesome and make me cry. I was expecting something like ‘well, have you seen Tom Cruise?’ But not this.”

Steve: “well, have you seen you? Damn. Even pretty with tears running down your face.”

They then proceed to have the sex and Eddie has more than tears on his face and neck when they are done ❤️