#I NEED THERAPY

[zoolitsky]

So I saw this…

I saw “Pauly” and the typo for slug and I KNEW what I had to do

[wolxoltl]

Time really is a flat circle.

[ourtubahero-blog]

I think we can all agree on this one.

[joshs-big-toe]

bonus post again - YALL HE FINALLY POSTED ON INSTAGRAM AND THE VIDEO OF HIM AND PIPER IM CRYING

[corwnvus]

Jegulus normal people au!

This show broke me into little bits.

[maddytheintrovert]

Ok sorry I keep going… Good Omens Spoilers S2

Things that are now canon and I deadass cannot:

- Aziraphale is a bad driver

- Gabriel and Beezlebub are an item

- Crowley and Aziraphale knew each other before the fall

- Crowley was someone high up in Heaven before the fall

- Everybody knows they are a thing. The angels. The demons. The humans. *love Shax’s comments and Aziraphale’s facial expressions**

- Crowley confesses first. They are somewhat ineffable idiots but also they are just ugh, I love them

- Crowley covers his eyes because they reveal too much. Taking off their glasses is an act of trust. Him putting them back on in the last scene hurts so much.

- Crowley is not a lad

- Crowley is so furious with Gabriel over the Hell fire biz

- the “our shop” the “our car”

… I’m forgetting what else but fuck. Sorry I’m just enamoured right now.

[velvetti]

A mole was found

Warning: Non-con, double penetration, rape, bondage, threesome, implied no aftercare, gender neutral but made with male reader in mind, rushed, not proofread, this is more like a oneshot.

If accidentally getting affiliated with the mafia is unlucky, then you would be the god of bad luck. And unfortunately for you, after being assigned to spy on the mafia for over a year, they had managed to find documents detailing their exploits, which gave them enough evidence to drag you to the torture interrogation room.

Like any normal person, you tried to resist but let's be honest, could you really fight against trained mafia members dragging you by both of your arms? Not to mention when they've been annoyed by your constant resistance, they knocked you out by smashing your head against the wall, hard enough to make you unconscious but not hard enough to kill you.

By the time that you have woken up, you were set on your knees on the floor, hands tied behind your back with a blindfold over your eyes. The position...confused you? Usually traitors would be set on a wooden chair, fully tied down with a gag in their mouth, not whatever position you are in.

You could slightly make out the layout of the room based on how the light is shining down on you, seemed like the mafia members didn't bother to give you a thicker blindfold. There is a single lightbulb over your head, otherwise most of the room is dark and quiet. In the mist of confusion, you decided to risk something, tapping your finger on the floor and pretending to be impatient in order to try to use the echos to imagine the room's layout.

The plan worked, but things didn't seem to be in your favour as the room turned out to be quite large. How could you even escape in these circumstances???

Right at that moment, you heard footsteps echoing from a direction, cutting your line of thought almost immediately. The sound is somewhat scattered, you could make out that two people are heading towards you. You feel the light shining on your blindfold getting slightly darker, someone is standing right in front of you.

You heard murmurs and whispers, a cold sweat fell down your forehead while your hands fiddled together. You figured it's the best decision to stay silent and not say anything unless you're talked to, after all there isn't any reason to give away any information about yourself.

You felt a pair of hand grips your chin, the fingers digging into your cheeks and tilting it to different angles. You assumed it was to judge your appearance, which seemed to be at least attractive since you heard an amused hum from whoever was checking you out.

You felt your waits being held, turned over to your back before your head is placed on a lap of one of the two people, your knees being held up to your shoulders. The only thing you could hear is the sound of belts buckling and your voice protesting whatever the two are trying to do to you.

You froze the moment you felt the heat of something hot right over your face, as well as the feeling of your clothes being unbuttoned. Without any warning, the warm length shoves into your mouth, causing you to gag almost instantly, tears building in your eyes.

Meanwhile underneath, two fingers were knuckles deep in your hole, stretching it open and revealing your insides to the cold air. The fingers didn't stop rearranging your insides while the length moves in your mouth, ignoring all your gags and pathetic noises.

The second length eventually enters your under hole, a pair of hands grips your hips to move you more steadily. The cock in your mouth muffles your noises, shoving deeper down your throat when the length underneath pulls out to its tip, just to ram inside you again, giving you a bulge on your lower stomach.

You were biting your underlip, trying your best to not make any noises but they kept going out of your throat without any sign of stopping. You felt so violated yet it felt so good getting your insides ruined by people you don't even know the face off, unable to fight back and vulnerable like some kind of onahole.

The cock in your mouth was pulled out, a small strand of saliva connected its tip to your lips and left a quiet pop sound. The person holding your waist suddenly held you up straight, burying the length inside you deeper and grinding it against your spot. Before you could make sense of anything, the cock positions its tip against your entrance. You tried to protest and push the first person off, it was only met by a spank on your ass and the person shoving their cock into you.

The two started going by a faster pace, each taking turns to hit your deepest spot as the person behind you pulled your head back by your hair, the person in front of you shoved two fingers into your mouth to muffle your moans and play with your tongue.

After half an excruciating hour, they finally finished inside you with a grunt. At this point, your mind was already blanked, your body sweating and twitching from the intense workout, your hole gaping even when they pulled out and tears falling down from your eyes, staining the blind fold.

You heard a few small sentences before you pass out.

"What should we do with them, boss?"

"Keep them, they're good as a stress reliever."

At least now you know that you're good in bed <3

Author note: This will get a remake due to the unsatisfactory of the plot.

[alicelinducha]

mine is bigger than your brain 🙄

IM BAAAAACK, IM BACK IM ON A TERRIBLE CREATIVE BLOCK HELP AAAAAAOQ918182728191817181881😫😫😫💥😫💥😫💥😫💥😫💥😫💥

[serosblunt]

Y’ALL, I-

KATSUKI FUCKING BAKUGO ALWAYS STUFFING YOUR PRETTY PUSSY FULL WITH HIS RING FINGER CAUSE HE GOES ABSOLUTELY FERAL OVER THE THOUGHT OF TOUCHING OR KISSING HIS WEDDING RING LATER ON AND REMEMBERING YOUR JUICES FLOWING ALL OVER IT 🫡

[strangesthirdeye]

I thought listening to Good Omens Season 2 Soundtrack while reading Good Omens made reading feel calm and interesting but I was wrong when these two soundtracks were played.

😞💔 I'M HAVING A MOMENT HERE

[icemanontop]

will this obsession over gay pilots ever end? asking for a friend.

[awkwardbiseggsual]

"I want what they have 🤭🤭" but it's a cannibalistic serial killer and a righteous reckless twitchy autistic little man

[dried-mushroom]

I'd suck his beef jerky stick 🤷‍♀️

[chrissolosa]

Who do he think he is ?

why he acting like that ?

Why don’t I have his number?

Why is he not in my bed rn?

Why is he not pounding me out rn ?

[ashiiiart]

Are there any Evangelion fans out there? ;=;

[amereslare]

I'm unwell. Send help.