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[lewiseb]

god i love monaco. it's so insanely cool idc if the racing is bad if all the other sessions are just so fun. i'm endlessly entertained by fp1 already for no reason and it's fp1. saying they need to get rid of monaco is like wanting to get rid of silverstone or spa it's blasphemy. it will not be tolerated. like f1 never takes itself less seriously than when they're in monaco like ofc we're racing in a country smaller than central park nyc with on a circuit that has grown too small for these cars about 7 years ago. ofc we'll put 300k diamonds on our car then proceed to lose them. ofc our resident driver gets increasingly more depressed after his home race every year bc he's kinda been cursed. get with the program. i'm sorry that you hate situational comedy!

[caffeinewitchcraft]

When I was a kid (and teen if I'm being honest), I used to wish I had a dozen eyes and at least two more limbs. I would be totally normal out and about my home, but then I would creep into my closet and pretend to be a predator with glistening fangs and talons. There was a period of about two years where I had my own room where this was a nightly routine.

Looking back, I'm impressed with my own ambitions.

[bwere]

DO YOU HAVE AN APPOINTMENT?

DARK CONTENT: f!reader, modern!au, exhibition, age gap, orál, degradation, taboo themes, pssy eating, raw-dogging, some angst/fluff, masturbation, toxicity, pure filth

scrubs, temptation and lust—it’s been awhile since you’ve had some work thrill. are you determined to keep your composure? or are you ready to give in to your desires.

hopefully i can try and get these out within three weeks, im so excited to finally write this.

WHAT TIME WORKS FOR YOU?

CHOSO KAMO @ 9:00AM

PURRRFECT DECEPTION — a dedicated veterinarian, who had seen countless cats in his clinic. but when a seemingly cute cat came in for shots started going feral after seeing the needle, he had to call the owner in, never would he have imagined you to be so captivating. how far is he willing to go to keep you coming back?

GETO SUGURU @ 10:30AM

TIME FOR YOUR YEARLY CHECK UP — when your yearly check up came around, your old doctor had gotten fired prior months before and you weren’t even notified. it finally dawned on you when the long haired hunk in scrubs stood in front of you telling you to undress so he could get a better look…

GOJO SATORU @ 4:25PM

OPEN WIDE, LET ME SEE THAT SMILE — you finally were able to actually work as a dentist’s assistant, and at the best rated dentistry in the city? and while it seemed like a dream come true, your boss was beyond annoying, flirting with everyone who landed in his chair.

TOJI FUSHIGURO @ 6:35PM

PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT — your body had been aching since you had gotten into a car crash a couple months ago, nothing seemed to work, you tried yoga, hot patches and salt baths. seeking your doctor for relief, he gives you the number to a well known physical therapist.

SUKUNA RYOMEN @ 12:00AM

LITTLE MISS SECRETARY — notorious for firing his secretaries left and right—for even breathing wrong. he had no compassion when it came to his employees, until you came for an interview. he was quick to dismiss you, asking why you think you deserve to be by his side. if he won't take words for an answer, how about actions?

@bwere 2024; let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

I love the idea that Merlin adopted wild animals while he lived in Ealdor.

Everything is the same up until everyone goes to Ealdor in The Moment of Truth episode and Hunith has more animals around the house. Arthur is baffled when he sees and looks to Merlin for an explanation, but Merlin is just petting a raven on his shoulder asking if it missed him.

Hunith sighs and tells him his animals are all well. Arthur is just confused, so are Morgana and Gwen, but they’re going with it better than Arthur.

Hunith explains to a baffled Arthur that Merlin has a habit of adopting wild animals and says that he only started hiding them when she asked him to stop so it was easier to let him do what he wants so he’s open about it.

She’s telling Arthur that Merlin has:

There’s three rabbits Merlin keeps in a small fenced off bit of the garden, he found them as babies after Will killed their parents so he raised them.

An owl that lives on the roof, he found it with a broken wing and nursed it back to health then it just never left. It occasionally flies down to the window and keeps Hunith company while she’s in the house.

He keeps bees behind the house because the tree they had their hive on got cut down for firewood and he felt bad.

Two squirrels stop by every morning, they’re keeping a store of acorns in Hunith’s herb garden after Merlin started feeding them when they were young.

There’s a raven who Merlin trained to bring Hunith a flower a day in his absence after he found an egg and decided to try and hatch it.

She doesn’t finish the list, but it’s at that point that four wolves charge full speed at them, Arthur grabs his sword but Merlin drops to the ground and starts cuddling them like they’re puppies and asking in a baby voice if they missed him and if they’ve been good while he was away.

All the animals are fully self sufficient, they don’t add any work for Hunith so she’s happy to have them around for Merlin.

Morgana is having the time of her life and asks if she can pet the wolves, Gwen takes a liking to the raven who gives her flowers too. Arthur feels like he’s going insane but the owl seems to like perching on his shoulder while he’s sat by the fire in the evenings.

So most of the episode is the same, but when they get back to Camelot, Arthur tells Merlin he’s in charge of looking after his dogs and horses. Merlin grins and seems happier for it in the long run.

At some point after they return, Merlin starts adopting animals in Camelot too.

It starts small with a robin or something he found and rescued on a hunt, but he starts getting more and more animals. Arthur orders Gaius to let him do it, remembering what Hunith said about if Merlin wasn’t allowed he’d just do it anyway but in secret.

He then starts finding birds or rabbits in Merlin’s chambers, he draws the line at the snake but Merlin reluctantly agrees that’s fair since it was curled up in one of Arthur’s shoes that he took to polish over night.

Eventually Uther asks Arthur about it, but all he can say is “I don’t want to find him hiding squirrel houses in my chambers, so it’s better to just let him do it. At least he tells me when he’s adopted something this way.”

Then Merlin bursts in with a baby deer in his arms, saying “Arthur, I need a favour.”

[nic-coughlan]

*fans oneself* scandalous

[kaionyx]

If I can’t bruise your insides from fucking you into the mattress like I hate you for a few hours then cook for us to eat and cuddle together while I cover you with licks and kisses like an devoted dog after, then I don’t want it.

[californiannostalgia]

Why was I so convinced campaign 3 would have a happy ending. The leylines converged. The world might be destroyed. This is literally exu calamity in long form.

Imogen said, I run into the storm. Dorian said, I don't care anymore. Chetney said, this is as good a place to die as any. Ashton said, to the earth. Orym and Fearne said, not just yet. Laudna said, this will have use.

Our cleric is gone, sacrificed themselves to save everyone else. No coming back from death anymore.

They're a wandering band of travelers. They're a homeless group of unsung heroes. They're pariahs and refugees straddling the tipping point. Sad and angry but who isn't, at this day and age? The world is undergoing a restructuring that will shape the next thousand years.

They're standing on the history book page as the ur-myth is being written. Who knows what histories will survive past this point. And all they have to hold onto is hope, that this will not be the end of days, that there will be something after.

That they care about each other. That the love mattered.

[silovsmenot]

Bloody Nose | Matt Rempe

SUMMARY: During med school, your dad gets you a volunteer role with the New York Rangers to get some hands-on experience. On your first day, Matt Rempe clashes with Mathieu Olivier. WARNINGS: Mentions of blood & bruises. PAIRING: Matt Rempe x f! reader. NOTES: I don't think it's possible to not be feral for this guy. I'm sure this idea will have been done a hundred times before, but I couldn't help it. WORD COUNT: 1,600

It was not a role you were expecting as you were progressing through med school, in fact you never would’ve considered it if your dad didn’t know the general manager of the New York Rangers.

You needed some hands-on experience as part of your course, under supervision but in a real setting — while most of your friends went at found volunteer roles within doctors’ offices and hospitals where possible, you joined the medical team of the Rangers.

Of course, it was university policy that they had to approve the role, and they were quick to. You were not the first to find a role with a sports team, and you wouldn’t be the last. One student on the year above you spent a season with the Mets, which presented a whole different collection of injuries.

You didn't really know much about hockey, it had only been a passing interest as a child with your dad taking you to the odd game here and there ― you were certainly not a hockey fan but you were going to approach this with interest. And with how some of your friends publicly voiced their jealousy, you were becoming somewhat excited about the opportunity.

to expect. General hockey injuries ranged from the simple knocks, cuts and bumps to concussions, and everything in between. There was a lot that could happen, and you hadn't even considered the possibility of brawls yet.

In the early morning, you dressed into the simple uniform that you’d been given; a navy sports kit with the team logo and ‘team medic’ written simply across the back. You certainly looked the part. And with your hair tied back, you left your apartment for the airport. The medical staff travelled late to Columbus, and you’d be among them.

You’d already been introduced to the team medic, whose hand rose in a short wave at the first sight of you weaving through the small crowd. Simply relieved to see a familiar face within the flood of Rangers staff. In just under two hours, you were in Columbus, Ohio with a bubbling excitement.

For the whole ride to the rink, the senior medic talked you through your role. You’d take all of the ‘small’ injuries while he would be there for the more major, and any concussion assessments.

“Just be aware, Rempe likes a good fight — always be prepared to plug a bloody nose.” He sighed, giving your shoulder a friendly tap as he finally broke into a laugh. Excitement turned to a bubbling concern as you slowly nodded.

Players began to file into the arena, none having any idea who you were, but they did not question it. Staff came and went, and your navy Rangers tracksuit was enough to tell them that you were on the team.

There was one who’s eyes lingered a little longer than the others, and you felt your cheeks burning beneath his gaze. He must have been about a foot taller than you, shaggy brown hair and a mischievous grin that put a name to a face without even needing an introduction — this was Rempe.

You took your place at the end of the tunnel with the head medic, from there you’d watch the game, and be ready for any injuries that would come your way. Your heart was pounding as the puck dropped, this was for real and you silently pleaded that this would be a nice, calm game

But less than three minutes in, your eyes snapped up at the sound of the whistle — the gloves and sticks flying in different directions as two players grappled. You made no attempt to hide the rolling of your eyes as you grabbed the nearest towel, watching closely with each punch exchanged for any signs of blood. No blood meant they’d go to the box, you’d been told that much.

As the final punch was thrown, watching as the giant body of the Ranger was wrangled to the ice, none could miss the crimson that poured from his nose.

The head medic giving you the nod as you moved toward the gate ― a bloody nose was something that you could handle with your eyes closed, and he knew that. This was your one to handle.

You watched as the massive body of Rempe was skated to the bench by a referee, his eyes caught upon you once more as his lips curved into a pained grin. The crowd were going wild, stood on their feet as they cheered and screamed. It was your arm that he took as he stepped off the ice, the various hands of Rangers teammates tapping the 21-year-old on the back as you led him down the tunnel.

“Feeling okay?” You shouted over the cheers of the crowd as soon as you'd cleared the bench. You had to cock your head just to meet his eyes, his massive 6’8 body at your side. He almost flinched at the sound of your voice, the first words you’d spoken to him.

He didn't reply, he only nodded as he grinned, a bloody thumb raised for you to see. He was proud of himself and that was written clearly across his bloody face.

“Do me a favour,” You sighed, your hand pushing open the door to the medical room with the familiar pharmaceutical smell. “Warn me next time.”

That was enough to bring a laugh from his bloody lips, a bearish hand rising to wipe the crimson with a large smudge across his pale cheek. The red liquid was already everywhere, he’d need a blood jersey and you’d need a few minutes to clean this mess up.

“No promises, boss.” He teased in a whisper, dropping upon the medical bed with a thud. “What’s your name?”

You’d turned your back to him before he asked, collecting a cup of water and a handful of towels. It was well-timed as you felt that flushing of your cheeks almost instantly at his question.

“y/n, why?”

He sat completely still as you returned with hands full of towels are cotton wool, Matt had done this enough times to know what you’d ask him to do. His hand was already out and ready for the water that you’d give to him to swill out his bloody mouth.

“I’ve just not seen you with the team before … I’m Matt.”

You nodded in a silent ‘i know’, which made him laugh again. The pained grin seemingly stuck upon his lips as he watched you closely, every movement as if it were the first time he was seeing it — like he was seriously interested in the towels and the rolled wool. It was enough to bring that fluttering to your stomach.

He leaned forward onto his legs, bloody hands firmly planted upon his knees as he closed a gap between you. His voice no more than a whisper.

“Did you like my fight?”

You could feel his hot breath upon your skin as you stood, unmoving with a heavy inhale parting your lips. You were ready for blood and for broken bones, but you were not ready for this. Whatever this was.

“Do the girls normally like it?” You finally replied as you steadied yourself, brow rising in your own tease. Two could play that game, and you intended to play if he did.

Though he would not say it, your response drove him wild — that grin deepened as he leaned a little closer, his head cocking to keep your gaze tied with his own.

“They do.”

A slow nod, your hand placing the cup of water on the table beside him, your brow rose.

“How about you ask me when you win next time?”

It was far from the answer that he was expecting, but fuck — he liked the answer. He was resisting every urge to touch you, he sorely wanted to. Maybe it was the adrenaline of the fight, but you were very tempting to him.

You both, almost at the same time, broke into a shared laughter. His massive frame straightening up as he’d collect the cup of water, swilling the clear liquid before it would dribbling from his lips into the cup with a red tint.

“I don’t think you need me to do this for you?” You spoke with towels held toward him. He shook his head, taking them from you with a nod of thanks and began to wipe at the crusting crimson.

Things were quiet for a few moments, white towels turned red as his face became cleaner with each moment. The team’s kit manager would poke his head in with a clean jersey, which you quickly handed across.

You’d help him remove the blood-splattered jersey, catching a glimpse of his bare torso beneath the pads. Eyes were stuck upon the pale skin, which of course, he noticed. He liked that you were looking. Even as you helped him pull on the fresh, white jersey, his lips remained curved in the cheeky grin.

“You should come out for a drink with us after this.” Matt muttered with brows rising and falling, giving you a little nudge as he rose for the table and, once more, towered above you.

He crossed the room first, opening the door and holding it wide for you to exit first. As you walked through, you looked up with lips curved deep. You never expected to be glad of a fight, but you’d almost enjoyed wiping away all that blood.

“Maybe I will.”

[bloodyshadow1]

i feel like the only person destined to be the next true principal of Aguefort adventuring academy is Adaine. I just feel like she gets his vibe even if she doesn't want to. on one hand she is a very serious studious young woman who loves magic loves learning spells and all types of spells, not just her school of magic. On the other hand, she is feral and crazy in a unique way that not even the other bad kids are. She's the type of person that rolls her eyes at people being jealous of a dead parents backstory and wonders why Kipperlily didn't just kill her parents to get a more interesting backstory. The type of woman who will argue with any form of government and will question them vigorously if they don't fit her standards. The type of person who will slug her sister in the face in the middle of a wizard duel when her cantrips would be more effective.

I think she will have to kill him* in a duel for the school, I think she'll shoot him instead of using magic. It will prove to him that she isn't just a wizard, she is a bloodthirsty adventurer willing to do anything to win. His perfect successor. She turns it into Abernant's adventuring academy, or o'shaughnessey's adventuring academy.

I think the Bad kids would join up as teachers there to back her up, and to run the school however they want. I'd like to think that it goes horribly at first, but eventually smooths out.

*after the duel they bring him back of course, but she still needs to have his blood on her hands to take the job

[lizardpersonyknow]

Tim Drake is responsible for the majority of Gotham's streams of the song skater boy by Avril Lavigne. This is because he keeps captivating people with his autistic goblin rizz. They play this song while daydreaming about wooing him by bringing the bedraggled rat boy at the skate park a zesti like they're y/n herself. Sometimes they don't even realise that That's Tim Drake Wayne. He's a cute, skrungly Thing™ that you could either fix or make worse depending on your romantic daydreams.

[padawansuggest]

Mandalorian Empire Integration AU

Obi-Wan: *sits down in a therapist’s office in the medical halls, less worried about being here and more bored*

Therapist: *looks at his file* Wow. Sexual harassment charges on the first day. I figured we’d never have to deal with a Jetii coming in for that, but even our most… excitable of recruits don’t land me before at least a week. Tell me, what was it that did it? The baar’ur wear too low of a shirt? Just annoyed and wanted to hurt someone?

Obi-Wan: *eyebrows going up* What does the file say I did?

Therapist: …insubordination, vulgar behavior and lying about body issues… actually that sounds more like our drug seekers than a sexual harassment case. What happened?

Obi-Wan: They asked me if I had peircings and I said yes. They asked what kind and I said a Prince Albert. So they undid my pants because I was still cuffed and found no peircings.

Therapist: *exhausted sigh* You told them you had genital piercings so they’d have to check?

Obi-Wan: I say it’s their fault. They could have taken my word for it. Actually I’d like to take /them/ up on a sexual harassment case because I never gave permission for them to check.

Therapist: *looks at his file again* I see your an apprentice to a high level Jetii negotiator. I’m going to flag you as a natural liar and we can take things with a grain of salt. Tell your integrator I’ve updated your file and they’d better head my words.

Obi-Wan: *gets up with a languid stretch* Actually I’m considering telling her you touched me in inappropriate places once you had me alone. I’m just a sweet little sixteen year old padawan, Jedi dont know what sex is, clearly I thought it was a game when you put my hand down your pants. *shrugs and walks out*

Therapist: *immediately picks up the comm to call his integrator* this one might be better off given back to the Jetii.

[captainsavre]

MARINA SCENES (Video Edition) *no background music* ▸ 7.09 ‘How Am I Supposed to Live Without You?’ (Part 1) ◂ Part 2

[deadgirl-tv]

frankie 🎪 funhouse

[ozzgin]

Ozz think about this

Orc x reader ☺️

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW

Yandere! Orc Siblings who found you in the wild and almost hunted you down for food. You were ridiculously easy to catch. On the other hand, you don't look like the their usual prey. What exactly are you supposed to be?

You squirm helplessly under their intense scrutiny. Small, frail, yet with certain similarities. Cute. The brother is first to notice the latter aspect, groping around with newfound enthusiasm. You gasp at the rough handling, but the female orc comes to your aid with a swift blow. "We keep this one", she states with authority, as the male orc soothes his fresh wound.

Brains and brawn. Although just as strong, you can see the calculated gaze of the sister and the humble obedience of her brother whenever there's a decision to be made. She is the obvious leader of the family, and you do your best to stay in her good graces. Not that you'd need to; she has a soft spot for her little human. Shameful, but out of her control.

Despite the clear hierarchy, one matter can never be properly settled: you. It didn't take long for the orcs to want to...know you better. Foolish of you to give in to their demands, because defiling you has awoken a terrible, downright vile obsession for more. Being passed around by feral giants should be enough to exhaust anyone, but it's even worse when they don't like sharing. You're being fucked with the violent need to be claimed alone, the large hands pressed over your mouth to silence any whines that could compromise your secret fun.

And if you do get caught? Sometimes the discovery is made in high spirits. The sight of your blushing, drooling face is enough to get the other party to collaborate peacefully. Whether it's the best outcome for your battered body and overwhelmed holes is different question. But sometimes, lust alone doesn't quench their jealousy. You awkwardly stand back, bare and dripping, watching the siblings wrestle nearly to death over the sacrilege. You can only hope they won't kill each other.

Worry not, they're sturdy. They can handle it. You, however...You could use some training. One or two rounds is absolutely not enough for creatures like them. You only have yourself to blame for being such an addicting fucktoy.

[diminuel]

He's taking the stinky child back to the village.

Ace is confused that biting didn't deter Crocodile from picking him up. He doesn't know what to do now.

Continuation of this comic where Crocodile encounters a feral child in the woods (or rather, mountain bandits put a feral child in his path *lol*) ♥♥

[golden1u5t]

glasses stay on | s.r x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: anonymous

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: seeing spencer in his glasses makes you absolutely feral.

spencer gasped into your mouth as you backed him into your bedroom door, you were kissing him like your life depended on it and unbuckling his pants when you hadn't even made it into the room yet.

he manages to get the bedroom door opened and stumble back into the room, all with your hand shoved down his pants while you rubbed his hardened cock. spencer's skin is flushed when he pulls back, both from the lack of oxygen and the arousal spreading through his body like a fire.

he's both extremely turned on and extremely confused, you'd pounced on him the second he walked through the front door and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what had gotten you so worked up.

"why- what's gotten into you?" his eyes were wide and his lips were parted as he tried to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily. you pulled his shirt off and tossed it somewhere in the room.

you walked him back into the bed and gently shoved him back, you climbed on top of him and started to rock your hips. you pressed your lips to his jaw and moved down to his neck, you started to make small marks on his flushed skin.

spencer grasped at your hips as a soft moan fell from his lips. you ran your hands over his chest causing him to jolt from the coldness of your hands on his hot skin.

when you sat up, spencer brought his hand up and started to take his glasses-that had fogged up so much he couldn't see- off and set them aside. "put them back on."

"baby, they're fogged up and they-mmph" his lips parted with a whimper as you started back rocking your hips, you ran your hands over his chest and gently pinched his nipples. "they might break."

"want you to wear them while you fuck me, please, spence?" you pouted, spencer looked up at your desperate eyes and couldn't help but put his glasses back on. you slid off of his lap and pushed down your shorts and panties and pulled your shirt off, spencer started to push his pants and boxers down his legs.

he bit his lip when you climbed back onto his lap, his cock twitched at the feeling of your wet cunt dragging over it. spencer gripped at your hips and watched you take ahold of his cock and line it up with his entrance, his head fell back when you eased down on his cock and the feeling of your tight cunt enveloped him.

you kept your eyes on him the entire time you rode his cock, watching the way his face twisted up in pleasure and the way his lips parted as sounds of pleasure escaped him. you leaned down to kiss him and started to lift your hips faster. eventually, neither of you could kiss each other so you ended up just breathing and moaning against each other's lips, causing spencers glasses to fog up even more.

spencers hips stuttered up to meet your thrusts, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled your body flush to his. you tucked your head in his neck and gently bit down on his shoulder, you were probably the most turned on you'd been in a while. spencer moved his hands to grab at your ass as he cock twitched, he held onto you tighter as he filled your cunt with his cum.

"fuck-" he gasped, his hips slowed down as he came down from his orgasm. you started to lift your hips again, chasing your release much like spencer had done. your walls fluttered around his cock as you got closer and closer to coming, you shifted your hips and the new angle caused the head of spencer cock to brush against your spot.

your orgasm knocked the breath out of your lungs, you whined and whimpered against spencer's skin as you came. spencer's grip on you loosened and you slumped down further into.

"i need you to wear those glasses more often." you mumble into his neck, spencer breathed out a small chuckle and gave your thigh a light squeeze.

"will do."