#I got a little carried away

[flem17ng]

Jackie who knew she was a lesbian.

Jackie who had been in love with shauna for as long as she could remember.

jackie who hid her feelings behind her mediocre boyfriend.

jackie who spent every day wishing shauna would notice her feelings

jackie who didn’t care that her boyfriend cheated on her but shouldn’t handle the thought of shauna with someone else

jackie who felt a pang of hope when she saw tai and van together at the dance.

jackie who wished she could be angry at shauna

jackie who loved shauna regardless

jackie who fell asleep in the snow wishing that shauna should come and bring her inside

jackie who would have come inside if shauna asked

jackie who would do anything if shauna asked, even stay outside in the cold and freeze.

jackie who’s last thoughts were of shauna

jackie who would haunt shauna forever as long as she got to be with her

jackie who would let shauna consume her if she wanted to, if it meant shauna would live.

jackie who wanted to be consumed by shauna

jackie who knew she wanted shauna, who loved shauna, who lived and breathed shauna.

jackie who would rather die than for shauna to find out.

[faghettiandmeatballs]

Some Gorty references because I unfortunately adore his face

[alastor-ss]

You Duck work looks just like the show! I love the smooth line work!

Also, could you please draw a sibling bonding moment between Storkules and Selene?

he doesn’t get this game

[sinful-lanterns]

Okay, hear me out... Besides Stargazer, I'm also a huge Chameleon fan, who I feel is a little underrated compared to the more popular sinners. If we're going along with this recent pregnancy kink, I'd say it'd probably happen in her office. 😏 You visit her and bring up the ideas of babies while sitting on her lap behind her desk, and she looks amused and indulgent but VERY into the idea of breeding you if that lazy gleam of satisfaction in her eyes is any indication. Soon enough, you're naked and grinding yourself down onto her cock while she watches with her hands on your hips, content to let you do all the work for now. Your baby's conception is all but assured when there's a knock at Chameleon's door. You forgot to lock it, and someone comes in! Horribly embarrassed and more than a little mortified, you want to immediately hide, but Chameleon firmly keeps you on her lap, steadying you with a hand on your lower back to stop your squirming. Then Chameleon has this whole ass conversation with her coworker, who you're amazed doesn't seem to notice anything wrong. And that's when you realize Chameleon's using her ability to disguise your presence there. Chameleon's perfectly calm the entire time like it was just another ordinary day in the office, but you can definitely feel how hard she is inside you along with every deep throb of her cock, and you have to hide your face into her neck to keep from moaning too loudly and break the illusion. Soon enough, the coworker leaves, and Chameleon coaxes you into looking up at her by tucking her fingers under your chin. "Good girl." Her slow grin is all predatory hunger. "Now let's finish what you started, shall we?" From her desk, the windows, the walls, the furred rug she has on the floor... She's definitely not letting you leave until she's sure you're pregnant. 🤤 - 🌙 anon

HNNNNNGH CHAMELEON BREEDING YOU

That smug look in her eyes when she realizes you want a baby from her is what’s killing me right now. Her eyes are hazy and filled with a cloud of lust as she pulls your bottoms down to stuff her fat cock into your pussy 😖 it’s thick and soft, yet hardens upon contact with your lower lips before sinking in and letting you do all the work. Bouncing on her dick to milk her dry, as you were determined to walk out of her office with a belly full of Chameleon’s cum dripping down your thighs…

When you are unfortunately cockblocked by Chameleon’s coworker walking in, you’re forced to remain quiet while your wife’s swollen tip is practically leaking precum inside of you. Chameleon is an amazing actor, but you could tell it was sort of getting to her with how hard she was gripping your waist and making you sink down on her cock even further. You’re practically milking her dick dry with how hard you were tensing up around her, and luckily before she could groan and accidentally shoot a load into you, her coworker leaves, finally leaving you two to your own devices.

I imagine that the moment the door is shut, Chameleon thrusts up into you rapidly. Fucking you in her lap, on her desk, against her window, on the fur rug of her office. She’s so hard and turned on right now, wanting to breed her wife silly because almost getting caught would of course make the psychologist erect with need 🥵

That pussy of yours is getting stuffed over and over with creampies until Chameleon is certain you’re bred nicely. She can’t wait to have mini Chameleons growing inside your belly after this <3

[kieranscaren]

i do desire we may be better strangers

i wanted to write bsf abby but just where she's so codependent. like reader is her first everything and vice versa - she can't sleep with out kissing them, without grinding into them like a dog. n reader is just so obsessed w her, just blabbering on. ⤥ tags abby x reader dt; @faiththrupain homoerotic bff! abby, sub! abby, top reader, language of flowers, shakespeare refs, abs cant sleep without kissing her bff, needy abby but whos surprised, slight?? masc reader - just not fem idk, scissoring/tribbing, light dry humping sorta, spit kink (fork found in a kitchen), religious symbolism/references. got lowkey distracted writing this... was supposed to be a drabble. mostly fluff with smut at the end.

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the stars were still kissing the clouds goodnight as you crept up to her room. autumn had been sweet kicking up leaves under your dusted combat boots once you’d left your apartment late; roommate raising a knowing brow before mumbling ‘don’t do anything stupid’. you’d tripped on your way down the stairs.

she hadn't seemed to tire of this routine. you’d been children when it had started - abby’s blonde short and twining through your little fingers, forming mermaid braids up her crown. “princess,” you’d coo into her ear before she’d succumbed to sleep. 

twenty and still sneaking out like a schoolgirl to ensure she’s rested. 

your knuckles clang a familiar beat against the wooden door to the nook abby had called her apartment. manny had tired of this faster than the blonde had - away, was he in the nights. quiet as a shadow he’d sneak into women around bases’ nighttime stories. 

she answers with her eyes just barely fluttering open. the door opens a crack with dark strands framing over her puffy face, lips pink as her cheeks now with incoming morning and water cold on her breath as she leaned to peck your lips. 

the kisses had started the same as her braid had. playground ceremonies and prepubescent poppies placed in her hair. the false reverend had declared you wife and wife - you’d pressed your lips to hers like you’d seen them do in fairytales.

"come here," beckoning you over as you slipped into the dark of her room. her lips hovering over yours once you'd fallen into the cold of her sheets, crisp air nipping at exposed skin. you'd still been in your sleep attire. stupid boxers with little green monsters on them - fading black on the waistband peeking through your fuzzy pajama pants, sweater half zipped without a shirt underneath.

abby isn't in much better attire. worn out boxers you'd gifted her like holiday candy in the dozens you'd found on patrol, her shirt is stripped off knowing she lives in your security come night, fading purple bra clinging to her small breasts, pink nipples pebbled up to the cold of her room.

you attempt to bury her into the sheets to consolidate for rousing her out of short-lived sleep to bear the cold. abby snickers and kisses you again, laying you back into her flat pillows on her side.

"hi." no reason for starting a conversation now but you do it anyway. fingers you'd forced warm by walking up here with hands stuffed into your pockets coming up to frame her face. sweet kisses returned against her lips.

"hello," she murmurs back, whispering your name against your lips before pulling away to curl around you properly. arms encircle your waist and incoming is her legs sliding into the space between yours. 

"what've you been doing all day?" ditzy in the scent of her as you leaned into her chest. she cuddles up behind you like you're more of a teddy bear, the ones once surrounding her bed gone as adulthood crashed over her.

"free day." voice muffled into your neck as her teeth come to nip at it, sorrying kisses while she attempts to pull apart before she leaves a mark. her thighs squeeze around you before she continues.

"been so fuckin' lazy. napped my ass off and now," stopping just to sigh against your throat. her pouty lips not indifferent against your smiling ones as she'd leaned up to catch them. "i got you."

canterberry grin replacing the last. she's so simple like this, curled up to her favorite person - malignant shame not swallowing her whole for once while she's pouring out vulnerability. 'wolves', the scars had called her - you'd named her a back lying cat.

"you'll always have me." platitude slipped from your lips but your friend seemed not to care for anything apart from your lips. her own take the color from the flame of her insistence in pressing her lips to yours, "fuchia," you'd cooed into the expected kiss.

'the first kiss is where all goes wrong,' abby's father had started to quote from somewhere once. you'd still been nothing more of a girl then, adolescents still kissing your cheeks. 'greed will get you once you've gotten a taste." he'd finished.

insatiate, was abby swiping her tongue into your closed lips. midnight approaches soon and maybe you still wish to save something for dawn as you pull away.

god, she'd never stopped being pouty. saturnine when you wouldn't comply. you'll blame it on the tiredness seeping into her pretty blonde head.

"abigail," full name she'd only been comfortable with you using now. it'd been owen for a bit - he'd been a blot in the distance between you then. kissless by you and utterly greedy had been sleepovers. manny had teased her as a 'cheater'. what you had was different, you swore then. 'til death do us part,' the childhood vow would stay true.

"yes?" she mumbles it out against you. annoyance clear in her tone like you'd forbade her from touching you; she'd die if you did. her breath hovers over your top lip, pulling you to face her properly.

you choose to lay her down instead. she's sitting up to get at you - hovering over your frame with only her waist twisted into the little bunk she'd called a bed. you press your hands against her chest and down she goes into the flurry of stolen pillows. she takes it as an invitation to have you on top of her.

you land half in her lap, half slipping off into the bed. her fingers creep under your sweater and live under it. hobitting herself into your skin with her palms squeezing your waist.

"go to sleep, abby." she'd sooner tire herself to sleep than with the taste of you. blood stained carnations must've been swimming up in that head of hers. you bring a finger up to her crown like you're expecting it to start leaking flowers.

"what if i don't want to?" bratty only to the whim of her fading annoyance. she sits you up right in her lap, ruining it just as quickly. her legs part under yours, sliding a thigh beneath hers - setting you up like barbies scissoring.

"then you're stupid." you snicker back into her. blonde sliding between your appendages, tugging her face closer to yours. you'd memorized her face years ago. could count the freckles on her pretty face with your eyes closed and yet you still take the time to look now. pulling in for a kiss against her lips before landing on the bump in her nose. "you don't have infinite off days."

"i just-" interrupting herself only to whine against your lips. pulling in for another kiss like the millions before this had meant nothing more. you'd defended the affection between you both to her father in the same vain you had to manny. he'd been more questioning about it then, small liberties were taken to separate you both. you'd planted maidenhair fern under her pillow every night you couldn't be together.

"want to be with my best friend, is that so bad?" muttered into your mouth now. dampening boxers pressing into your soft pants. down her fingers go to your pajama waistband - you let her strip them off.

"aw," kicking the fuzzy fabric off your feet, joining the puddle of clothes beneath the bed frame. abby only pouts at your coo - hips turning up to expose the damp spot indented in her briefs.

you catch her lips to shush her. thick walls and yet she'd never been particularly silent. you'd wondered how many more excuses you could use now - once, you'd both been teenagers curiously exploring each other. now it's just greed fueling her clit searching out your own through the fabric separating you both.

she'd stick her tongue out for your consumption - spit dribbling down her chin and catching against her chest. your fingers come easily in unclasping her bra, tracing your thumb across the pink of her nipple. she's too sensitive there, already drinking in the honey of your saliva, wet noises panted into your mouth.

"take it off." overzealous she'd been a minute ago and now a step from begging. her fingers claw at your briefs like she's nothing more than a cat at rope. how pretty she'd look strung up in the sept of your mind; weeds restraining her thick wrists and stretched out across the cross of your daydreams choosing.

the seraphites might've been religious fanatics but you figure they were on to something with the insistence of purity. white lilies, you'd planted in abby's hair on your last patrol. you'd choose chastity a million times over to feel her cunt against yours for the first time again.

abby is stripped down with less of a whisper. hair falling into her pretty face as she insisted on leaning her wetness up to your line of sight. 'for you,' her actions had spoken for her.

your sweater comes down. her fumbling fingers unclasping your bra, getting distracted as soon as she wandered too far down you torso. pleading look in her glistening eyes as you'd gotten off your briefs.

there's no point in dragging it out now. "cute." you'd murmured over her frame once she started grinding into you. reduced to her stupidest form as she'd fallen back into her pillows, hands squeezing your ass to press you further into her.

you fall into her frame. open mouth kisses across parts of her neck you could still reach - abby's free hand against your back. you'd started panting into her ear on purpose, she started rambling out praises towards you after.

"close?" you muse against her ear. cold sweat keeping her hair stuck to her neck, your fingers swiping down her throat as your lips had found her pulse point.

the gods had tested her enough, you'd thought. sweet disposition gone after your wedding night, a decade later and divinity takes it's consummation now.

ivory sticks you two together. abby had sworn to every god from saturn to jupiter while still grinding into you. cupid had struck you both with avarice-painted arrows.

she kissed you again nonetheless. your finger swiping up her cum, digit slick against your lips as you'd let your tongue clean it off. sentience seemed to be returning to her now, blinking up to meet your eyes.

"kiss?" giggled out like a schoolgirl in that pretty voice of hers.

"kiss." you’d accepted into her lips.

[harumeau]

i’m soooo normal

[artilite]

rattling them around aggressively

[st4rfckerz]

I just stopped mid shower to send this, imagine sam teaching you how to smoke, like rolling for you and putting it to your lips and even lighting it for you. Imagine him praising you and giving you kisses when you finally inhale without coughing your lungs up, and then when you’re high he takes it away from you telling you that you’ve had enough. (And totally not making out with you)

i think about this a lot it's actually embarrassing.

sam sits in front of you on his messy bed as he spreads the dried green leaves across the tiny sheet of paper.

"are you really sure you want to do this?" he asks looking up at you through his eyelashes as his tongue swipes across the thin paper. you nod your head, suddenly feeling hot under sams gaze.

he motions you to sit on his lap and he gently places the joint in between you lips. he lights it and gives you a small smirk.

"just inhale, s'not that hard." you roll your eyes at his vague directions but you do it anyways. you pull the joint from your lips quickly and nearly cough up a lung. sam shakes his head and urges you to try again.

"coughing's normal, you'll feel it soon." you take a few more puffs and begin feel your brain get all fuzzy. recognizing the way your body was suddenly reacting, sam takes the steals the blunt and puts it between his lips.

"you feelin' it baby?"

you give him a dopey nod in response, feeling your veins tingle with excitement. you watch as a trail of smoke escapes from sam's plump lips and you can't help but feel a little aroused.

sam notices how you're eyes were basically swallowing him whole so naturally an idea pops into his brain.

"you ever heard of shotgunning?"

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

Keith can play the electric guitar, and shiro can play the drums, and Adam was an exceptional vocalist. Before everything went to shit shiro and Keith used to joke about how they would form a family band if the whole space thing didn't work out.

When shiro left, Adam encouraged Keith to keep playing as a hobby. When shiro went missing, Keiths passion for it staggered, but he continued playing because he wanted to show shiro how much better he'd gotten when he would come back- because shiro was going to come back. He had too

When Adam passed away, Keith gave up entirely. Maybe it was out of spite. Maybe he didn't see any point in practising anymore. Maybe the memory of better days was just too painful to revisit. Keith couldn't give you a reason. He'd really given up on all his hobbies and interests. Anything that wasn't directly needed to help him find shiro wasn't worth the effort.

He knew shiro would hate that. But shiro was the one who left. So did he really have any say in how Keith chose to ruin his nights finding him? Keith didn't think he did.

But its years later now and theyve all found their way back to earth, ready for one last mission before the end of the line comes into sight. Keith walks into his room for the first time in years to find shiro already sitting on his bed.

Hands cradling the dust covered guitar. The strings were britle from years of sitting in a corner and its once pristine glossy red finish had been replaced by the dulling of sun damage.

If the instrument could speak, it would curse him to the ends of the earth for abandoning it the same way he was abandoned - and Keith would let it.

Still, shiro smiles at him, handing over the guitar to his brother. "You still play?" He asks as if he doesn't already know the answer.

Keith feels like he's a kid again. He doesn't want to disappoint but he doesn't want to lie either. "Not really"

Shiro gets up to uncover all the old equipment from under the sheets. Keith can see the dust partials flying in the sunbeam that's shining through the blinds. He watches shrio plug everything in, the lights on the tuner take a while to flicker on but they get their eventually.

Keith remembered how he'd kept shiros drumsticks even though Adam had thrown out his drum set one night in a fit or rage. He'd cried all night after that, Keith remembered trying to comfort him to no avail. Little hands trying to wipe away the endless pools of tears that streamed down Adams face. He doesn't like thinking about it.

He walks over to his bedside drawer. It takes a bit of strength to wriggle the old thing open, but when he does, he's pleased to see they're still there. Shiros favourite pair of purple drumsticks. Adams favourite colour. Keith remembered, and he knows shiro can't forget.

"Aha!" Shrio cheers, and Keith is pulled back into the present. When he turns around, he finds shiro standing over the equipment. Overly satisfied with himself for still remembering how to set it up. "Still got it," he says, brushing his shoulder. Keith can't help but chuckle.

Keith holds up the drumsticks and he loves the way shiros face lights up ."Oh my god! you kept them?!" He cheers.

"Theyre all I could manage to hide from adam" Keith replies as shiro takes them out of his hand. He did not mean for it to sound as miserable as it came out.

Shrio smiles ever so softly as he turns them over in his hands. "It's okay," he says. Keith knows exactly what he's thinking about. it's an odd feeling to be able to know someone this well.

Shiro takes in a sharp breath before looking back up at keith. That excited spark finds its way back into his eyes as he pushes the guitar into Keith's chest. "Your turn." he smirks, patting him on the shoulder. "Show me what you've got"

Keith stands there for a moment like a deer in headlights. It's been years since he's even held the guitar in his hands. He's not sure if he's "got" anything left.

"Shiro I don't-"

"Oh come on!! I'm sure you've still got it just give it a try"

It's an even worse feeling being known this well. Keith doesn't know what to do with it.

He carefully slings the strap over his head. He's sure the dust will leave a mark on his jacket.

"Okay, but don't laugh if I suck." he points his pick at shiro, who holds up a finger to his lips in response, but Keith can already see the laugh creeping up on his face

Keith readjusts the guitar to try and get a better grip. Something doesn't feel right. He fiddles around with it a little longer. He holds up the pick and strums a few chords, but they don't sound right. He tries to tune them, strums the chords again, readjust the strap again-

"You need to try Keith," shiro finally says. "You won't know if you can play if you don't even try"

Keith looks back at his brother. It's been nearly a decade since he last heard shiro say that. He prays to any higher power that will listen to not let his eyes give away how those words make him feel now. He doesn't think anyone is listening.

Keith takes in the deepest breath before holding the guitar again. He tries to smile. "Okay, any requests?"

Shrio taps his chin in thought, "How about Bowie?" He recommends "life on Mars? Or maybe rebel rebel? You used to love those songs"

"I might remember rebel rebel," he says mostly to himself. He strums a few chords trying to remember the riff of the songs. It takes a few attempts, but he gets it eventually.

Keith hums the lyrics he doesn't remember and the ones he does he attempts to sing

Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress

Rebel rebel, your face is a mess

Shiro joins in the chours. Well- he certainly makes an attempt

Rebel rebel, how could they know?

Hot tramp! I love you so!

Somewhere between the awful singing and questionable guitar playing, keith finds himself lost in the music. His head rocks back and forth, and he's sure his hair is a mess but he feels like he's floating. He feels like he's 14 again. He feels like they're back in shiros garage on a hot summer day and the sound of drumsticks beating on his desk turns into drums actually being played, and Adams is about to walk through the door any moment now and grab the mic.

When the song finally ends, keith finds himself laughing in excitement. When he opens his eyes again, the drums have turned back into a desk, and the mic is nowhere to be found, but Keith is still smiling. He's got it.

He's still got it

"See" Shrio cheers, pulling Keith out of his head the for second time that afternoon "I told you"

"That was awesome," Keith says, pushing his hair out of his face as he pulls the guitar off. He wants to hug it and tell it he's sorry for leaving. Shiro will think he's lost his mind, but it's totally worth it.

When he looks back at shiro, he's giving him the fondest smile. Keith suddenly feels a knot forming his stomach, he's only seen shiro make that face twice his whole life. Once when Keith got his fighter pilot rank at the garrison and second when he was selected for the kerberos mission.

He opens his mouth as if to say something but closes it again and suddenly slings his arm around Keith's neck, pulling him down to ruffle his hair even further. Keith tries to protest, but every word just comes out as a laugh. "Look at you," shrio says amidst their play fight. "When did you get this cool, huh?"

Keith finally manages to pull away, stumbling a little before finding his balance again. "I've always been this cool," he retorts, trying to card his fingers through his hair. "You just refused to notice it before"

"Nope no I'm pretty sure this is a recent development" shiro mocks,

Keith rolls his eyes but the smile his still apparent on his lips "whatever" he says, crossing his arms over his chest

He's thrown slightly off balance again when shiro throws his arm around his shoulders. But this time, he only gently pulls him into a side hug as they walk out of the room. "Well, at least we still know one thing for sure"

"And whats that" Keith asks walking in tow

Shiro shrugs, one hand around his brother the other in his pocket "if this space thing doesn't work out, we've still got the band" he winks

Keith shakes his head laughing "and are we taking audtions for a new vocalist?"

"No need to, I've already got someone in mind" shiro replies "have you heard lance sing?"

"Lance can sing???"

"Oh that boy was built for a stage"

[l4long-winded]

The tighter he shuts his eyes at the sensation of your lips dragging along the column of his neck, the difficulty of maintaining a semblance of composure increases. Carmen can’t possibly restrain himself as your tongue glides over his feverish skin and lingers where his pulse point quickens against it, his rooted hands on your hips gripping the supple flesh gathered there with ever growing strength and tenacity his grip succumbs to naturally, without his permission. Every chemical firing within his body is actually being done without his control’s approval, instincts betraying him into a pliant and panting mess underneath your hunched body. He’s not used to this. Sure, he can barely hold a grip on his own authority with the contents of his overbearing brain’s usual overload, but this is something different. Every twitch of your hips smothers the weight of those consistent thoughts away, a haze surrounding the crown of his head in a thickening cloud that ironically only leaves him with tunnel vision narrowed in on you. Is this what it’s like to be liberated? Have you been the key to the cage’s steel bars he’s clawed and ripped away at for ages?

It’s a hypothesis worth exploring. He’ll ask more of those questions to his gaze in his bathroom’s mirror once this is all over, he knows himself. His reflection will judge him for considering this unconventional method of rendering his thoughts into an unrecognizable pomace of nothing while his dick will lurch at the idea with a promising affinity. He hasn’t truly listened to the latter’s needs in the past, but you’re quickly erasing those mistakes and replacing them with carnal desires he has to attempt to pacify by the use of his hand under his shower head’s spray in the mornings before work. You’ve done that to him. He’s mildly flustered until he can have your cunt again, much like he has it now, your sweet, sweet walls clamping down on him as he moans his pleasure out, his curls flattening the more he digs and digs his scalp into his pillow beneath.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck me,” he mutters more so to himself, his tone airy, uncharacteristically breathy due to your combined efforts. He continues to go slack jaw, panting with heaving breaths that cause his chest to swell and fall in a rapid rhythm. You must be made of magic. He can’t find any other alternative explanation because how else could you make him this stupid, how else could you be able to have him so slick with perspiration, why does it feel like he’s floating on air while mercilessly driving him to the brink of absolute insanity all the same?

His eyes snap open when your fingers hook into his mouth, a familiar and yet not unwelcome taste coating them and now his tongue. His production of saliva comes instantly, sucking onto your digits, rolling the pink muscle inside into them with enthusiasm despite how he can barely muster shaky breaths through his nostrils. It’s then that he realizes you must’ve touched right above where you and him connect while you kissed his neck, his favorite place to bury his head into, because he knows this flavor on your index and ring fingers. He’s lapped it off and suckled it into his mouth off his own time and time again and dug his tongue at the honeydewed source his cock’s currently occupying selfishly. Maybe you’ll do him the honor of climbing up his chest to hover above his lips until he inevitably pulls your full weight down into him after this, give him a rewarding reprieve while exacerbating his poor oral fixation’s habit of latching onto anything addicting. Whether it’s a cigarette pumped full of nicotine or your debauched pussy pumped full of him, he’s got to keep his mouth busy. And you know that. He can see your damn, crooked smile as he hollows his cheeks to swallow down the remnants of your nectar from your prodding fingers.

He should’ve known you’d use this against him from that look alone, but no, his inexperience shines bright in moments like this, his neck craning as his lips chase after your departing fingers. Your other hand pushes him back flat into the mattress as a result, his hammering heart thundering up against your palm. Carmen watches as you utilize the fingers once in his mouth to trail over your puffy clit. He wants to protest and do it himself, but it’s like he’s gone frozen with inability, stuck in the present, self-awareness flying out the half open window that pours in wind barely stroking his sweating limbs with cool relief. He feels you. God, he fucking feels you. Everywhere. Constantly. His hips push up as you come down, reveling in the way you cry his name out, how you manage to rock those marvelous hips even while his hands hold onto them with bruising pressure.

“You’re close,” you gasp, that knowing tone of yours somewhat pissing him off because yes, he’s absolutely close, he’s going to spill any second now. But it doesn’t piss him off because he doesn’t want to cum (god fucking damn it all to hell, he wants to cum so fucking badly), but because you always know. How do you always know? Is it in his face? Is his mind so obviously blank to you? Who knows, he can’t figure it out. He doesn’t want to at this point, living for this, breathing in you, sharply chanting your name, losing himself to the dreaded finality of his second climax of the day, the first drawn from a simple handjob. He couldn’t stop himself, you have such soft and delicate hands, and right now, he can’t constrain what’s happening to him even if he tried. His teeth sink into his lower lip and Carmen finds his release into your silky and intoxicating cunt, his back arching off the bed, hips lifting you up with him from his power, his hands steadying you so you don’t slip off.

And there’s so, so much of it. He watches you shudder, his cum dripping from your outer lips onto his pelvic bone. You hold his eye contact as you drop those fingers to capture some of it and use it as further lubrication on your clit. Holy... you... how... he can’t...

What... what was he thinking about again?

[paper-sunflower-lane]

Darius: Alright, listen up, you little shits. *Stops and looks at the small group of rebels* Not you, Hunter. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you here.

Hunter: *Blinking in surprise, but just happy to be safe.*

Raine and The Catts: *Looking at Darius, because even though they’re thrilled to have Hunter here, they know very well that he is not an angel, and that he also bites when he feels threatened.*

Eber: *On Darius shoulder nodding happily in agreement. Despite knowing that Hunter’s not an angel, and knowing that he’s the one who taught Hunter how to bite when he feels threatened.*

[steveshairychest]

Popular children's fantasy author Eddie x Steve, whose daughter drags him along to every single one of Eddie's fan signings and book launches.

Steve pretends it's a big inconvenience to hold his daughter's place in the line while she quickly zips around the store to pick out more books for Eddie to sign. "You're gonna work the poor guy to death." Steve laughs when she stumbles over to him with an armful of Eddie's books that she didn't already have.

He doesn't even look at the prices as he takes the heavy load from her.

"Do you have your questions ready? You're next." He whispers to her. She nods excitedly, her hair bounces with the movement, and it's moments like these that Steve's reminded just how much she looks like his ex. Nancy's genes really shoved all of his out of the way.

"Oh, it's you guys again! Hi! I was wondering if you'd show up today." Eddie beams at his daughter and then up at Steve. He's got on these big, dorky glasses and his hair is pulled back out of his face; it suits him.

Steve tries not to swoon as Eddie remembers Steve's daughter's name and listens intently to all her questions about his upcoming series. He's signing all the books without breaking eye contact with her and Steve is suddenly very jealous of his 10 year old. Maybe he should get something signed so that he can stare into those gorgeous brown eyes and drown in their intensity.

"I'll see you guys at the book reading?" He's staring at Steve when he asks. His daughter nods enthusiastically and gathers up her pile of signed books.

Steve clears his throat and shrugs, trying to play it cool. "I'm being dragged there whether I like it or not."

"Dad, you bought the tickets for it weeks ago. You said you like the way he makes funny voices for the characters." She giggles at the utter look of betrayal on his face and skips off to put her books on the checkout counter, leaving Steve standing there very flushed and embarrassed.

Eddie puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands, he's smirking up at Steve with a cheeky twinkle in his eyes. It's probably just the reflection of the lights in his glasses. "You like my silly voices?"

Steve rubs a hand down his face and groans quietly. "You're both insufferable. Good bye, thanks for signing her books."

"Wait, Steve." He fidgets with the black marker in front of him and looks anywhere but at Steve when he says, "Check inside the first book." And then another kid is coming up in front of him and he's all big smiles and excited nodding as he listens to everything they say.

He briefly glances up at a confused Steve and winks before giving his attention back to the kid.

Steve pays for the books and waits until they are back in the car to reach into the bag and snatch the first book up. "What are you doing?" She asks.

"Seeing if he spelled your name right."

"He always spells my name right." She points out. Steve ignores her and flips the book open. He immediately gasps and closes it again, his eyes wide as he stares at his daughter in shock. "Wait, did he actually spell it wrong?!"

"No, I- uhm." He opens the book once again and, to his daughter's shock, rips out the bottom corner of the first page. "Oops, sorry. I'll buy you another one!"

She, of course, immediately dobs on Steve when he drops her back off at her mother's place. And all he can do is shrug and indure the glare that Nancy is shooting him. "My hand slipped."

"Mhmm." She shoos their daughter inside with promises to go to the park with her friends later and then when she's out of ear shot, Nancy rounds on him with a finger jabbing into his chest. "Show me."

Steve takes a shocked step back, his hand instinctively touching the pocket he shoved the ripped corner in. "I- I don't know what you mean."

"Steve, I'm not stupid. You only go to those book signings to make googly eyes at that Eddie guy. Did he finally give you his number? Show me or I'm taking her to the book reading." She's holding her hand out expectantly.

Sometimes Steve forgets that they were married; that she can read him like a book. "You scare me sometimes." He grumbles and reluctantly pulls out the crumpled, torn page and drops it into her perfectly manicured hand.

"God, his writing is awful."

"I think it's cute."

She hands the paper back to him and gently squeezes his hand, a soft smile pulling at her lips. "I hope he makes you happy."

A shocked laugh explodes out of Steve as he shoves the number back into his pockst for safe keeping. "It's just a phone number, Nance, not a marriage proposal."

She shrugs her shoulders and heads back inside. "Whatever you say. Oh, you might want to shower before the book reading. You smell like burger grease, which is weird considering I told you not to buy her that crap before dinner." It's said playfully but Steve knows it's a strike on the bad dad board.

She has so many rules it's hard to keep up with them.

"Can I borrow your shower?" He goes to cross the threshold of their once shared home but Nancy stops him gently with a hand on his chest.

It's too soon. He can see it in her eyes. She can play nice and be his friend but she won't play house.

"I'll be back at 7:30." She nods curtly and closes the door.

They've only been divorced for 5 months and he knows that Nancy isn't handling it as well as he is. He'd said some awful things, drunkenly told her that their entire marriage was a lie, was just a way for him to pretend to be normal and live a normal life. She'd known for a while that he didn't love her anymore but had ignored it for their daughter's sake, but it didn't last long. The second those words were out of Steve's mouth, she'd made him leave.

She'd silently pointed to the door and Steve knew that things were done.

It was time to stop playing house.

[lololololchips]

After seeing soft launching Minghao i cant stop imagining hard launching Vernon or Seungcheol bc i feel like those two are the least expected in the groupchat

i feel like vernon would be one of the last members to get a partner IDK WHY HE JUST GIVES OFF THOSE VIBES YK??

i feel like he would hard launch but on accident

i imagine him just posting a pic of his gf from a little date they had ON ACCIDENT

so he starts to freak out thinking “oh shoot we got caught” but in reality the guys are blind as hell🙁

U WOULDVE THOUGHT “oh they’ve seen this 12 times before they’re gonna know he’s dating someone” BUT NO THEY DO NOT

which then leads to vernon taking this as an opportunity to troll them (which he thinks it’s amusing how they still don’t know)

until he finally straight up tells them “dudes i’ve been HARD LAUNCHING my relationship for weeks and y’all haven’t figured it out wow…”

AND THERE FOR CHEOL OMGGGGG. i feel like the members would not expect him to hard/soft launch causes he’s always focus on work and blah blah. i see him more of a hard launch type of guys cause i just know that man would like everyone and their moms to know he’s in a happy relationship!!!!

to me he would first soft launch to test the waters yk yk yk

but over time he’s getting inpatient so he goes for the hard launch

so hard launch to the point he buys little matching couple things so that the guys can ask and if they don’t oh boy…

he does all of this but then says “oh i just thought it was cute” cause he also wants to protect you from the crazy members *cough* joshua *coughy*

but even so he will eventually tell the guys he’s in a relationship and like half of them would be like “yea bro we know the moment u walked in here with that dumbass smile on ur face”

but the other half would be like “WHAT?? YOU?? IN A RELATIONSHIP??”

[ofthecaravel]

"Introducing the victor of the 70th annual Hunger Games, the "Gentle Giant" of District 10, ladies and gentlemen, Daniel Wagner!"

[ismileeprnc]

𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝟭𝟴+ ᴇᴘ.2

Jaemin being ticklish was so cute yet so hot because you happened to find out during sex when your fingers trailed over his sides as his hips were rolling into yours, causing his body to jerk by the subtle touch and nearly falling in on you but catches himself on his hands.

The reaction itself was interesting but it was the dry laugh that tickled your ear that sent a warm rush throughout you body because not only did you find out he was ticklish but how his laughter instantaneously morphed into a moan as if nothing happened.

So the following morning when you woke up next to jaemin, bare chest expose to the 10 o’clock sun shone through the curtains along with the blankets nestling at his waist, the sight was too delicious to not pull the blankets back, and revealing his morning wood.

Taking him in your hand, pumping him a couple of times first before taking him into your warm mouth, moaning around him. You did this over and over, licking the base and underside of his head until he was stirring awake, a raspy moan being the first thing he lets out.

Waking him up with a blowjob was nothing new so he lays there and lets you do you thing, basking in the sun’s glory and your mouth.

As he gets closer and closer to his orgasm, moans falling back to back, you then remembered the sight of jaemin the previous night of you ticking him.

You wanted to see it again.

Letting go with a pop, “Wha-” jaemin gets ready to whine at you absence but your fingers grazing over his sides like before, he instead squeals and thrashes around as you tickle him.

“S-stOP p-PleEasEe” he can’t even say correctly because he’s laughing.

“P-please stoppp,” turns to, “oh please. Please, please, please, baby. Don’t stop.” He then chokes when you take him back in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

Working him up to another orgasm, your fingers again tickle over his sides, causing his hips to jerk in a way that his cock slips out your mouth. Even when his hands tries to push yours away, you take them in one hand, pining them to his toro, and take him in your mouth once again but also, with the other hand, keep tickling over his side.

The conglomeration of moans and giggles was so hot, pooling your own arousal in your panties. One seconds he’s laughing and the next he’s choking and splurging out moans. His body is so conflicted between having his cock buried deep in your mouth and the discomfort from you tickling that when he finally does come, he screams so loud from his orgasm abruptly crashing over him hard, painting white ropes in your mouth.

You help him ride out his high, the aftershocks taking a minute to stop before he finally calms down.

“I’ve came plenty of times before but NEVER like that.” He says causing you both to laugh as you crawled back to the head with him.

“So when were you going to tell me that you were ticklish?”

[witchcraftandgeekness]

In defense of Kol Mikaelson

Personally for me, the most unbelievable thing that ever happened in TVD, is that Elena survived Kol's death. Maybe Kol had not very nice relationships with his family, but he was their brother and they claimed to care about him.

Kol was there for Rebekah ("You need to kill some guy to take revenge on the bitch who stabbed you, and we can end up in trouble for that? I'm in." "I need to return to the town just to help you to torture people and find the Cure you wanted? Say no more, I am on my way"), he defended her from Klaus few times even after she betrayed him, what resulted in him being daggered in 1914.

Klaus clearly was in pain after Kol's death, it was written all over his face. He was trapped in the room near his little brother's dead body, he did not want Kol to die and the loss was harsh. They had really complicated relationship, but Klaus cared for him.

Elijah said that family is his first priority and, I quote, "No one hurts my family and lives. No one."

Apparently, no one hurts his family and lives, except Elena and MF gang. After Kol's death he had quite civil and polite conversation with Elena, exactly the same person who, maybe did not kill Kol herself, but at least arranged his death, participated in the kill and the whole need of killing him was for her to have the Cure she did not even needed so much. That is a little bit hypocritical, Elijah, don't you think so?

Rebekah even pitied Elena for the loss of Jeremy (what in my opinion says a lot about "good" Elena and "bad" Rebekah). Open your eyes, Bekah, she, in fact, killed your brother and Jeremy was the one whose hand ended his life.

Klaus, who seemingly was deeply affected by this tragedy, helped the gang with aramaic translation, decided to save Caroline's life (you can say Caroline did not participate in the deed, but she at least was aware of the plan, and Klaus killed for lesser) AND did not do anything to avenge Kol.

For the family like Mikaelsons, revenge upon everyone who was envolved in their brother's murder is the least they can do. But instead, they did no harm to Elena, and some of them even helped her, pitied her.

It is just unlogical. This is the most unreasonable thing in the entire series and I am so mad for that.

And I can absolutely understand Kol for his rage later on. He felt like his family did not care for him, that he was wronged and was robbed of the revenge he deserved. My darling certainly deserved so much better.

Rewatching the fourth season made me very angry so excuse me