#feels and thots

[transkingcobra]

Just thinking about Halsin’s pining and yearning as he waits for the right time to confess, once he can focus on things beyond the shadow curse

How he probably fantasizes many nights, it’s not the relief he craves but it’s as close as he can get for now

How Diex is scarred from his time alone - two on his face and one Halsin has noticed peaking out from under his shirt on occasion (he definitely wasn’t staring) - and Halsin wonders how many more mark his skin. Where would they be? How would they feel?

Was Nix scarred, too? The gloom stalker definitely preferred his hunting from the shadows, but he knew how to use his dagger in deadly fashion well. Surely he had many encounters during his time alone, just as his brother did. And he certainly wasn’t afraid to get between Diex and a threat. Maybe he had just one, long and deep, over his thigh and hip. Would Halsin be allowed to touch it? To kiss it?

Did they have birthmarks? If they did, would they show him? Or would they let him search their bodies? Would they tease and hide it from him, so he kept looking? Kept touching?

Would he be allowed to memorize their bodies? Every inch of their true forms, every mark upon their white canvases? Would they let him know such a thing so intimately he could tell any shift they made, no matter how small?

Could he be allowed to know them, truly them, deeply in every way?

[macbethz]

Doctor who it’s me your regency era situationship I’m in cgi hell. You have to remember that you’re gay

[sugarhigh1]

Being fingered by your partner under a blanket while you're cuddling<3 they're just kissing your neck and whispering praises into your ear while you're softly grinding against their hand , letting out the prettiest whimpers and whines

[urmumhaha]

I wish butch n femme balls existed. Not to b a fucking sap n a massive dyke but wow. Ugh even. Just wanna wear a gown n stilettos n have my honey greet me w a bouquet before we leave n we wear matching or complimentary jewelry n spend hours on my hair and makeup to impress. N then when we get there my honey will spin me around the room for a brief dance before grabbing something to drink, wine for me n whiskey for her, as we chat w other dykes n celebrate butchfemmeness. Or whatever

[becca-e-barnes]

Some days, nothing will do it for me quite like a filthy little breeding kink piece and you better believe it's one of those days.

I really don't see Bucky as the kind of guy who likes to pull out anyway. There's not much that's as exciting as pressing as deep into you as he can manage right before he finishes, knowing that you can feel him twitching and throbbing, shooting an impressive load right against your cervix. That's where he feels his cum belongs.

There's something about it that feels to fulfilling for him. At that point, it's so much more intimate than it would have been had he pulled out. He almost always has his forehead pressed to yours, putting in the work while he spills inside you, whispering filthy nonsense in your ear, totally aware that his cum will help him slide right into you when you feel like a second round.

But when you both start to play around with a little breeding, he's close to losing it with every thrust.

"You're taking it so well. Fuck, you don't know how perfect you feel." He groans, giving you deep, punishing thrusts. It's very hard not to feel a little obsessed with sex this good; the kind you'll be daydreaming about for the next few weeks.

"Holy shit, I'm so wet." You whine, acutely aware that you've left a wet spot on the sheets beneath you and it's only growing.

"That's how I like you. Wet and messy and ready to be filled up." Bucky's forehead drops to the crook of your neck, desperately trying to draw this out a little bit longer.

"Love feeling your cum drip out of me." You're practically whimpering, clinging to his broad back and shoulders.

"Maybe I won't let it drip out of you tonight. Maybe I'll keep you stuffed full. Anything that spills out of you gets fucked back in with my tongue. Want you feeling sure that I've knocked you up in the morning."

It's not something he's ever said before but damn, he loves what it does to you.

You grip his back harder, arching yourself against him, trying to press him into you.

"Please, oh fuck, please. I want you to give me a baby." You practically sound like you're begging and he loves it.

"Oh God, take it. That's it. Fuck, you're going to look so pretty carrying my baby." He stops thrusting, pleasure making his legs tremble as he spills his seed into you, making sure he's given you everything he has. All of a sudden, it feels like the start of a very long night.

[thirstyforbettertwilight]

i wonder if Edward would've still fallen in love with Bella if he could read her mind lol

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

thinking about treating scott like a princess ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ

he’d gripe and groan about how long it takes you to get ready, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom looking down at his watch ever so often as you sat on the counter finishing your makeup.

“the tornado won’t care if your eyeshadow or whatever looks perfect. can we go yet?”

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he’d chew his gum and impatiently cross his arms while he waited on you in the dressing room, nodding along as you talked about the fabric and fit of whatever you were trying on next, taking mental note to just give you his card and get the little fashion show at home next time.

“just buy them both, yeah? if we don’t leave soon they’ll lock us in here.” he’s a sassy man! of course if you called him that to his face he’d give you a mean look and make you call him sir before doing anything else. like that wouldn’t prove your point.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he treated you like a princess most of the time, and now it was his turn.

“come on, scotty just try it!” you pouted, holding out the face mask package matching the one currently on your face.

“fine, but this is a one time thing, alright? don’t try to make this a habit ‘cause its not gonna happen.” he rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bathroom counter, letting you get closer without leaning down so you could actually reach him, forcing you to stand on your tip-toes as you put it on him.

you knew the fluffy headband was a stretch but his hair getting in the way and irritating him made it easier to pull off, leaving you with an unamused pretty princess of a boyfriend, mostly interested in keeping you tame while making up for all the time he had to spend away from you.

[shouyuus]

men with hypersensitive nips who can cum just from you playing with them :( who try to keep a straight face if you accidentally brush up against them when they're wearing a thin shirt in the summer, tries to hide it, clears their throat, fall half a step back, just to keep it from happening again but they're already semi-hard in their pants :( who have to duck out and excuse themselves, lock themselves in a bathroom or just the nearest hidden place to rub one out, a hand shoved down his pants, the other one rucking up his shirt to pinch at his own nipples, biting back whimpers, imagining what it would feel like if it were your fingers, or better -- your mouth on his puffy nipple instead.

[tonguetyd]

Goooooood morning ii tokens fucking womb tattoo what a thing to wake up to

[sugarhigh1]

Take control of my body

[aloonaram]

This artwork (link below) is giving me sooo many ideas for jayvik x hp crossovers, especially post s2 …. I used to be SUCH A FIEND for harry potter crossover fics (still a fiend for crossover fics in gen) and it would be so cool if like after jayvik get zapped away by the stone they come out the other side in the hp universe and then have to learn how to navigate this world where magic exists?? But in a different form from the arcane and its revered in a way?? and an entire secret society and school exists just to teach kids magic?? And in this school theres no tech, no engineering?? Plus not to mention all the political bs as well omg

And how would they get involved with the school in first place…maybe they pop right into the school? I wish i remembered more from the books bc i feel like theres totally an event i could use but I just can’t remember much outside from like the first two books 😭

If anyone wants to brainstorm with me feel free bc like i said i loooooveee crossovers and now that im finally on break (and i have adderall now) I think i might actually start some fics

Art is here btw

[becca-e-barnes]

Did I just disappear for like 6 months? 😳 I really don't know where the time went! Shall we get back to some of my naughty nonsense?

Because recently I've been loving the thought of a delicious, thick beefy!bucky edging himself in his partner's slick, messy pussy 😵‍💫

He's certainly not selfish in bed but he's got a real soft spot for missionary for quite a few reasons. It lets him control the pace and part of the thrill there is knowing that's he's almost entirely responsible for delivering your pleasure. Each of his thrusts drives a little gasp or a moan or a shaky breath from you and knowing that he's earned your response adds so much to his enjoyment.

Another reason he loves missionary is that there's enough access for you to slide your hand between your bodies, rubbing at your own clit while he's taking his time with you and really, why wouldn't he love that?

Not to mention, missionary lets him feel close to you. It lets him look in your pretty eyes, it lets him see the need and the longing you're feeling for him. He can get lost in the faint smell of your perfume and the softness of your skin under his lips. He can appreciate the feeling of your chest against his and the way your free hand tangles in his hair or your fingertips press desperately against his back.

"Fuck, I love it when you touch yourself." He groans, giving you those longer, slower strokes that he delivers after a spell of going just a little too fast.

"Holy shit, that feels so good. You were made for me." You're practically whimpering, feeling yourself flutter involuntarily around him, your fingertips dancing over your own sensitive clit.

"I was. Was made for this. I'm made for you." He believes it. In that moment, there's nothing in him that thinks he should be anywhere else or doing anything else. He's meant to be right here, balls deep inside you.

"I love the way you fuck me. You have no idea." Your back arches slightly off the bed, pressing your chest closer to his, rubbing yourself ever so slightly faster. The sound of how wet you are as he slides in and out of you is borderline obscene.

"I know, sweetheart." He's so lost in this, he can't find anything else to say. He knows. "I'm so close." He moans, his head drooping so his forehead rests on your shoulder.

The pace of his thrusts stay even and measured but each one draws a beautiful, over-pleasured sob from him. He's not chasing his high yet. It's too soon for this to end. Instead, he's testing his own resolve and milking all of the enjoyment he can from his final few minutes. He won't last forever.

He sounds perfect like this. He's melting against you and you hear it in every groan he elicits. They're all for you; every last one of them.

You can't help but feel powerful. Flexing your muscles and squeezing around him would break all of that admirable resolve he's got. It's not in your best interest right now as you chase your own high but Lord, it's rewarding to know you've got him so hooked on you.

"Oh my God." You whimper, fingers frantically circling your clit as your own peak begins to hit you. It's all consuming, heightened by your partner's desperation not to finish too soon for you.

He works you through yours before he's too desperate for his own release. His thrusts speed up, drawing delighted whines from you while he overworks your body. He moans low and breathy in your ear, spilling inside you after what feels like a lifetime of edging himself.

He allows himself a few moments to catch his breath before pulling out of you slowly, rolling to the side and pulling your panting body tight against his.

[ryzheling]

his eyes twitching just the slightest bit in annoyance every time you call him by his last name 🙂‍↕️

[casebasket]

banking on your daughter to make a different choice

also the slightly shaky cam in the last scene as he watches havers wave and fade away i didn't even notice until i made the gif but it adds SO MUCH to his emotions at this moment. like taking a shaky breath. him still grieving over it, but learning to suppress that emotion from a life+death time of experience, so it only comes out as a shiver. ben wilbond truly put so much thought into this character; the captain is the Most Character to ever Character

edit: also just another parallel I noticed but his face is lit up similarly??? half light/half dark tenebrism that subtextually calls back to this scene of choice??? kitty in the shadows because she chose selfishly, the cap in the end a mix of both to reflect the nuance and complexity in his decision??? one shadowed by sunlight the other by the moon, present and memory, action and reflection, how one is affected by another, etc etc

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

I MUST KNOW.. what are your thoughts on Simon with a s/o who’s a crybaby …..

YAY thank u for asking i love a crybaby thats #mefr ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ

ʚɞ ⁺˖ simon isn’t exactly a crier, so the first time you get upset over something small he gets a little uneasy — looking over at you all confused while he drives and you try to explain through sniffles that nothings really wrong before he pulls over.

“what is that, what’re you- crying? something happened in the two seconds I wasn’t looking at you?” his eyes are darting back and forth between the road and your face, moving one of his hands to the back of your head in an attempt to soothe you the best he could.

“no—nothings wrong it’s just- i had a lot of fun today. with you, and i don’t want it to end.” that seemed to ease his nerves, sighing and loosening his grip on the wheel.

“shit, it that all? i’m not goin’ anywhere.”

after that he’s more understanding, he can usually tell when something will make you cry and he does his best to keep you in mind — even if it’s ultimately unavoidable ♡

ʚɞ ⁺˖ he’s not the best at words of comfort but he’s always up to holding you curled up in his lap, letting you cry into his shirt while he rubs your back and offers up whatever he’s smoking

ʚɞ ⁺˖ if you start crying somewhere public he’ll bring your head to his shoulder, asking if you want to step out for a second and glaring at anyone that looks at you any way he deems unkind, quick to tell them to fuck off before you even notice

[strang3lov3]

Would dd!Joel let pumpkin get a pet for when he’s away? If he did how’d he react if reader paid more attention to the dog/cat (or whatever animal really) then she did Joel

-🤍

So funny you ask. I’ve been thinking about making him a reluctant cat dad tbh. I’m not sure, something something reader finding a kitten outside their home. Making Joel upset when she hides chicken he made so that she can feed the little guy.

Sneaking the kitten in, caring for it on her own. Uncle Tommy knows and he’ll hang this over her head. You know exactly how.

When Joel finds out, he spanks her. He talks to her real gentle afterward explaining that he’s not mad she was caring for the creature, but she’s in trouble for directly disobeying and lying to him. He’ll have to think about if the kitten can stay or not.

You’ve really inspired me here tbh 🩵 I feel excited to write this premise. More excited than I’ve been about any Joel writing in a while. I think I’ll do this soon, just someone remind me.