#called queuing

[lxvvie]

Simon and Kyle who worships your pretty pussy 'til you love them, makes you feel so fuckin' good, shares a three-way kiss with it, and makes you say their fuckin' names every time you cum and soak the sheets.

Simon and Kyle who makes you taste yourself on their tongues, makes you taste their cunt, and makes you tell them who you belong to.

"Say our fucking names, sweetheart."

[mina-org]

live footage of selkie!soap watching marine biologist!reader getting ready to dive and plotting ways to keep them forever! surely youd be concerned if a pelt showed up?

[machveil]

silly thoughts for the wee early morning hours

Retired!König low-key becoming a cryptid in a small town. he’s finally retired and is done with dealing with people regularly. he moves out into the country, buys up a fixer-upper. the house’s driveway is nearly unnoticeable in the tree line and foliage. the house itself? it really should be condemned, it’s completely abandoned and crumbling apart. there’s mold, rotting wood, half the roof has collapsed in on itself. but König likes working with his hands, having a project like this will keep him happily busy

unfortunately, Retired!König walking around in the woods becomes a small town story. “Mama— mama, I saw somethin’ in the trees!”, “Hey, did you see that? No— no, c’mere, what the hell is that?”, “Guys— you wouldn’t believe what I saw! I was taking a walk in the woods this morning and I saw this massive figure! No, it wasn’t a bear, I know what a bear looks like, Nathan.”, König isn’t even aware people have been spotting his hulking figure in the woods. he chops his own wood, forages, hunts when he can

Retired!König goes into town as little as possible. he only goes if he needs something he can’t make, grow, or find in the woods. so… yeah, a store run here and there is necessary. but what he didn’t expect was to be talking to the cashier. König doesn’t engage in small talk often, a rarity, but when they mention the small town cryptid he chuckles, “I doubt it, there’s nothing out there.”. König elaborates a little when the cashier raises an eyebrow, tells the kid working the register that he lives out there

Retired!König being told, “Hey man, just saying. Be careful out there, who knows? Could be a monster out there.”. when König left town that day he scoffed to himself, a monster in the woods. what a joke, monsters aren’t real - humans are worse than any imaginary creatures. well… he thinks that until he saw a newspaper a month later coming out of the store. a photo slammed on the front page, a blurry shadow moving through the woods. he only paused because he recognized the hood the ‘figure’ was wearing

[sandushengshou]

things sam reid has said [1/∞]

[katebeckets]

how to say "I love you" in x-files [82/?] ⤷ 1.02 — “Deep Throat”

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[p00pdev1l]

A/N: vi x reader and ex!sevika x reader (who's shocked) idk i have a thing for exes ig, vi hits on sevika's ex gf unknowingly, lets pretend they'd be at the same bar together for just one sec, just something silly i wrote to get the juices flowing for hopefully another fic i have in mind for vi! warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, jealous sevika (shhh she doesn't know) gif credit: @/faderiftss (i love you gif creators!)\

Vi found her gaze continuously drifting in your direction throughout the night, stormy eyes watching you with admiration as you idly sipped on your drink. If you had noticed, it would have probably looked like she was sizing you up, with her thick brows furrowed in frustration and tense shoulders. How could she go toe to toe with people bigger than herself, and yet—she felt so intimidated by the idea of approaching a beautiful stranger like you? She rolled her shoulders back, trying to gather some sense of courage. But self doubt pinned her to her seat, her mind racing with intrusive thoughts of every possible way she could fuck this up. So she held herself back, afraid of scaring you away. But—after knocking a few drinks back, maybe too many, her waning courage was soon restored. 

Striding across the tavern in a few short steps she approached the bar, casually leaning against the wooden counter beside you. This immediately caught Sevika’s attention, who was a couple tables away shuffling a deck of cards. She cocked a dark brow, the corner of her lips curling upward in amusement. 

“I haven’t seen you around before.” She commented, tilting her head toward yours. “Glad someone’s noticed.” You offered a playful smile, Vi’s attention flit to your lips in appreciation returning a smile of her own. Shit, you were even more beautiful up close. “What’s your name?” 

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After exchanging pleasantries, and a few more drinks, the conversation became more intimate. And Sevika grew increasingly more agitated. 

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“I usually avoid this place ever since I broke up with my ex.” you stated, Her eyes lit up. “She’s a regular.” You continued, “but it seems I’ve been missing out.” The purr of your voice nearly sent Vi to her knees, she took in a staggered breath, play it cool Vi.

“So what you’re saying is–” She scooted herself closer, wrapping an arm around the back of your chair, “I have a chance?” You let out a short breath of laughter, “You’re cute.” You weren’t sure how she didn’t feel Sevika’s glare burning holes into the back of her head. Her steel eyes observing the interaction with an expression of blatant irritation. 

“I’d say so, but my ex might say otherwise.” you gestured behind you, Vi followed your pointed stare leading her to an obviously disgruntled Sevika making her way over to the two of you. 

“You’re kidding right?” Vi deadpanned, earning another airy laugh. “Her of all people?” Your line of vision was cut off by a puff of smoke rolled between you, Sevika now towering beside you with a lit cigarello nestled between her dark lips. 

“Beat it kid.” Sevika ordered, jutting out her thumb. “You’re wasting your time.”  

“Play nice Sevika.” You warned lightheartedly, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you turned to look at her. She scoffed audibly. 

“This is me playing nice, now beat it.” Before Vi could interject, you placed a hand on her shoulder, “I’ll see you around Vi.” She hesitated, wanting nothing more to beat Sevika into the ground, but instead she simply nodded, agreeing to leave. “See you around.” Sevika sneered, making sure she left before turning her attention back toward you. 

“You just love pissing me off don’t you?” You could tell her question was rhetorical but that didn’t stop you from giving her a response. 

“Jealous?” You peered up at her, a wide smile at your lips. “I didn’t think you were that type—“ feeling bold, you raised your foot, letting the point of your heel skim the base of her leg flirtatiously, “—from what I remember.” You were met with another puff of smoke blown directly in your face, masking her lips that were pulled into a smug smirk.

“You know no one else can handle you but me.”

[twinroomies]

Chara low-key reminds me of Grunkle Stan or Eda.

Cause of the whole, "listen-as-long-you-don't-ask-any-questions-i-can-make-this-the-best-day-of-your-life-i'm-also-probably-super-rich-and/or-extremely-socially-powerful-and-have-crazy-insane-lore-that-affects-who-i-am-as-a-person-but-you'll-never-know-it-because-i'll-never-tell-you" thing.

I mean this in the nicest, most positive way possible.

Look, I don’t, have WORDS for this one… but thank you, glad you enjoy the vibes!

[mockerycrow]

photos from my john mactavish inspo pinterest board !

[rodolfoparras]

https://twitter.com/sluttywh0r3/status/1743622202396709016?t=eIoUd1MqBJYDqphp6AHGqA&s=19

all i can think about is kyle gaz garrick

Okay but thinking about Gaz being super vocal in bed, and when you first got together he had briefly mentioned it, you just didn’t know to what extent.

Maybe at first he’d try to keep the noises in because what if it was too much or too early on in your relationship for you to discover this side of him? But you wouldn’t let him do so, pulling away any objects he’s using to muffle the sounds while firmly telling him “let me hear you Gaz”

And that’s all it takes to get him to sing like a bird in bed, breathy words of praise and demands whispered in between each kiss, as he tugs on your clothes to pull you closer to him

“Mm- that’s ah that’s nice, keep going yes,” he’d say voice breathy and strained, head tipped back and eyes fluttering shut as he feels you kissing along his neck

“Oh come on don’t tease,” he’d whine into the crock of your neck, gently nipping at the skin when your hands and mouth wander everywhere except for where he needs them.

“ bloody hell- can you- Ah can you just fuck me please?” He’d say through gritted teeth, when you continuously tease him by rubbing your cock between his cheeks, pre smearing all over his thighs and cockhead missing his rim with every thrust.

“Just- just a bit more- like ah- like that yes yes yes keep going please” he’d squeak out with his hands around your neck, heels digging into your cheeks in an attempt to burry your cock deeper inside him.

“More more need more please feels so good so good god !” He’d yell out even though he had flipped the two of you over and is practically bouncing on your cock.

And the closer he gets to the edge, the more incoherent his words get, no longer able to mutter any praises or demands and when that happens you’ll stop in the middle of what you’re doing only to hear a bunch of protests tumble out of his mouth. “Nononono come on why did you stop?!”He’d yelp out, wide eyed while desperately clutching onto your shoulders.

“What do you want Gaz? Need you to use your words�� You’ll say with a sickly sweet smile on your face, trying to keep your cool even though you’re practically loosing it at the way he’s clenching down on your cock.

Gaz would just huff out and wipe the tears from his eyes before his poor hoarse voice continues to instruct you. “Please please I’m so close just please fuck me! That’s what you want to hear? Please -“he’ll blabber out, words fading out as you start fucking him harder, deeper. “Ah- ah god oh god just like that, so good so good yes!”

Eventually his voice would fade into a whisper, muttering praises and promises while hiding in the crook of your neck, feeling satiated and plugged full of your cum

[eustacedekolta]

where is the antinous calling telemachus 'puppy' content. where is it besides in my own head obsessively

[mina-org]

Thinking about retired price, when he’s finally done he goes home. To his wife, well ex wife but that’s a small detail, doesn’t matter if she’s been seeing a new man for couple years to John it’s single until married and the new guy obviously doesn’t love you, John knew on date one and had proposed 6 months in.

You can scream at him, throw things, anything but he’ll always find his way back to you, the two of you never even sorted the shit out properly so you’re living in his house and he’ll let you keep it as long as you do as he says

Price is fine with the long game, or he thinks he is but once he sees Steve getting a lil too handsy with his wife all that goes out the window and he’s left with a body to bury and a wife to protect

[machveil]

OKAY I’m a fanfic writer, I deserve to be a little delusional

König having a little YouTube channel. when you look at him you’d think he’d make videos on antique weapons, different blades and their history, or maybe old military equipment. he wouldn’t blame you, he does collect said weapons. of course, you could also wager he’d make videos on documentaries and movies he’s watched. he’s an opinionated man, loves to talk about old war documentaries and horror films, but you’d be wrong again

König likes to record little cooking videos. when he’s home on leave he’ll take clips of himself shopping - he prefers the local farmers market, but the grocery is nothing he’d scoff at. he gets up early to have first pick over fruits and vegetables, takes a moment to look at fresh loaves and sweet treats. the real magic is in the kitchen, always precise with measurements and handling a knife. he doesn’t really talk, doesn’t write out subtitles for the videos, just lets his cooking speak for itself

König who’s known to have a certain someone cameo in his recordings, your mumbled ‘hello’s and ‘good morning’s murmured in the background, the soft pad of your feet as you walk around. he always plates up his food carefully, big hands arranging little pieces of fruit ever so slightly. sets the table, his phone angled at the spread - fresh cut fruit, your favorite breakfast items, refreshing drinks. neither of you are fully in view, it’s really just your hands and the meal, but that’s all he cares to record. his videos always end after you try a little bit of everything, satisfied that he made you something you enjoyed - he awkwardly waves at the camera before stopping the recording

the captions for his videos follow a similar format, “breakfast for my liebling”, or, “surprise dinner for date night”. Horangi found his channel after snooping on the Colonel’s phone, he’s his number one fan and top viewer

[2fast4maws]

misc older pieces that i likely wont finish..

[lay-z]

WIP Wednesday: CCC Prt. 7 ☁️🤍

Despite the already late time on what should be just a lazy Sunday evening, Simon did find Price in his office—working on reports and preparing for the upcoming week, as expected. Another grey plume of cigar smoke curls upwards from the Captain’s lips only to dissolve and add to the already thick, hazy air around the office. “I assume you haven’t read her file, then, like I’d told ya to?” Simon curls his fingers around the heavy, black folder on his lap, giving a slow shake of his head. “Didn’t deem it necessary,” he answers curtly. “Didn’t plan to keep ‘er around anyway.” Price rolls his eyes, crow’s feet appearing in the corners with an amused, tight-lipped smile, and Simon clenches his jaw under the cloth of his mask, biting back a curse while the handlership contract he’d signed just the day before yesterday, rests in front of him on his superior’s desk—practically glowing, though not like a beacon of hope but a great mistake with a spotlight thrown on, here to mock and taunt him for his stupidity in the heat of the bloody moment. “But she’s yours now, Simon. You’re her handler for the next six months,” he clicks his tongue, eye brows furrowing in thought as he notices Simon’s eyes widen imperceptibly. “You didn’t read the contract either, did’ya?”