#i had to get it out

[saltydoesstuff]

EVERYONE

I JUST FUCKING REALIZED

FNAF MOVIE MIKE AND ABBY IS JUST STARDEW VALLEY'S SHANE AND JAS

Minus the alcoholism on Shane's part obviously BUT SAME DYNAMIC HDSJANK

[jakesguitarsolo]

IMPURE JAKE THOUGHT —

NSFW/SMUT 18+ only below the cut

Don’t imagine that after a long, rough day at work Jake offers to give you a massage with lavender oil to relieve some of your stress.

Don’t imagine that you’re laying flat face down as he straddles your legs, and he’s using his beautifully skilled hands and fingers on your upper back and neck to get the knots out.

Don’t imagine that you can feel Jake slowly get hard with each quiet, involuntarily whimper and moan that leaves your mouth from how incredible his hands feel on you.

Don’t imagine that you notice Jake only using one hand on you, until all of a sudden you feel his bare cock nudge against your ass.

Don’t imagine that he works his hands down your lower back to your cheeks, spreading you open as he slowly pushes the tip of his cock, now lathered up in oil, inside your pussy until he’s buried all the way in.

Don’t imagine that he begins to slide in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace as he continues your massage like nothing else is happening.

Don’t imagine him leaning down to gently kiss the shell of your ear and whisper, sending shivers all over your body, “Just lay there, relax, and take it. Gonna take real good care of my pretty girl, mmkay?”

[tartigglez]

nsfw, sub!reader, HEAVY petplay + spanking, collaring, degradation, slave/master dynamic (??? maybe)

dottore insists that you wear some sort of collar at all times, and he has a few conditions for this too. the collar must always be bought by him, must always have his name engraved on it somewhere, and must not be removed unless he is the one who takes it off.

there are many different things he may buy for you, ranging from a thick, black leather band with a silver loop made just for your leash, the tag stating the name of your master, to a simple, thin gold chain with a t-clasp, the circle of which has his name daintily engraved into it.

he will spoil you. have a favourite colour? you now have four different collars and leashes of different shades so he can see which one is your favourite. dottore spares absolutely no expense in order to ensure you find your necklaces and chokers to be of the highest fashion and standard.

sometimes, if he's feeling generous he'll allow you to pick your own collar for the day. when he finds that you gravitate towards a particular one for during the day, for night, or for when you have work, he will proceed to buy them in different colours or metals as a surprise for you.

the punishment that he instills if you choose to remove your collar is rough, hard, and seemingly endless. he will first put the thickest, heaviest collar that he has on your neck. next, he clicks a leash on to it and drags you to the bedroom. he will slap your ass so much its red and stings and then proceeds to degrade you for liking it.

its hurting a little? itchy? too tight? doesn't match your outfit? no problem, just find your master. do not interrupt if he is busy, trust its easier for you to suffer it for a bit. when you do come to him, he will coo at you for bearing whatever annoyance today's choice has brought to you, before choosing a new one, gently stroking over your hair as you kneel in front of him, ready for the new accessory he has chosen for you. he will get down on a knee in front of you so he can reach your height, pulling you towards him and pecking your lips sweetly, before going back to his work.

nsfw masterlist

[fanat-of-big-four]

I fell in love, I fell in love I gave my heart to El Diablo

I gave it up, I gave it up Because he tells me I'm his angel

[ask1nw4lker]

I replayed a few scenes in his chapter and like.

There's just something about Julian smiling like this that makes him so unbelievably pretty, I can't properly describe it. Beyond being attached to him as a character, he's just so beautiful it's insane. Just imagine having features like that?! They did him so right in terms of his facial features I swear. I never had this feeling with any other fictional character.

(also this chapter was just so fucking cute and heart wrenching all at once.)

[piratesmyass]

I have a scene in my head and have to get it out of my system before bed but im too lazy to open ao3.

Izzy is sitting on the deck, on the steps or wherever. He's alone, everyone else is sort of minding their own business. He's looking ahead, not really focused on anything and kind of zoning out. He's slumped against the banisters and looking as dead and disheveled as we last saw him in ep3.

He doesn't notice Stede coming up to him until he's basically in front of him. Izzy doesn't even move, he just sits there, stagnant. Then a cup of coffee/tea appears in front of him with three cubes of sugar on the cup plate. Stede is wordlessly handing it to him.

Izzy slowly looks up at him, eyes tired and red from crying, but Stede isn't looking at him. He's watching the ocean, avoiding his gaze.

So Izzy raises both his hands to take the tea. He's shaking. The plate rattles against the cup. Stede turns his head slightly at the sound. Only slightly though, still doesn't look at him. He's holding his own cup, steadily, but casually. Then he carefully sits next to Izzy. He quickly scans him before relaxing a little. "I just thought... I mean... You Could... Try putting sugar in it."

Izzy stays silent. He doesn't do anything for a little while. Then he hesitantly takes one of the cubes and drops it into his tea/coffee. He leaves the other two there. Stede lends him his spoon.

They drink quietly. Nobody disturbs them. They feel inexplicably peaceful in that quiet moment.

[sweetmascherari]

Crowley reads.

He's a demon. He's a liar.

He reads.

He doesn't bury himself in fiction. He buries himself in theorems. He swims in equation. He nests in razors. He doesn't read books. He ingests texts. He scrutinizes dissertations. He feeds from intellectual articles. He thrives on encyclopedias. He plays in rules, regulations, and standard operating procedures of governing structures and establishments.

He is the father of knowledge. He is the catalyst that kicked off learning. Curiosity... Questions.

He is the apple.

And the apple never falls from the tree - a brief stop to intentionally bounce on a physicists head along the way, notwithstanding.

So no. Crowley doesn't tend to partake in fanciful stories. He doesn't realize that Jane Austen wrote love stories with balls and fancy feasting and societal intrigue.

So no. Crowley doesn't speak poetry. He doesn't brandish his adrent affections against the roaring beast of injustice and malicious threat. He doesn't corral the spirit of charity and goodwill to bring about change, however sorely it may be needed.

But he sees it in code.

He sees it in synapsis networks.

In solutions.

In results.

He sees it all in inevitably.

So he offers an escape. An escape to his own system. A system he created. A system he cherishes. A system he knows is safe, is lasting.

And he offers it to the one fantasy he can grasp. The one thing he has loved for almost as long as his system. The one thing he desires so deeply enough that now the "outside world" is starting to realize that he cares too. It's becoming obvious. It's becoming an inevitability to be addressed.

"We can go off together."

We can escape the vortex that will eventually result in a black hole.

We can be safe.

I can be safe.

With you.

In the stars.

Forever.

Crowley doesn't read. But he listens.

In all the years that Aziraphale surreptitiously worked to build himself a haven, there were countless times where the angel would bend his ear.

"Crowley, listen to this!"

"Crowley, I must share this passage I just read earlier today with you!"

"It's such a lovely story, isn't it?"

"Can you simply imagine it, my dear?"

No soul would last a second beyond learning that, despite Crowley grimacing, rolling his eyes, and scoffing, he had found that listening to the angel read to him was one of his favorite things. And if all of those past instances taught him only one thing, it was Hope. If there was one simple thing that the angel managed to slip beneath his scales with his stupid books, it was Hope.

And Crowley is a persistent bastard.

He is a cunning bastard.

He is a clever one.

The possibility of success lays out in dismal percentages in favor of him. But Crowley knows a thing or two about probability. And he may have a sulfuric snap or two in his back pocket to tip the scale every now and again.

Teaching a demon to Hope can be a very terrifying thing.

Why?

Because Crowley totally fucking reads.

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@joycrispy 's post might still be haunting me, honestly... /cough

Idk

[peachesofteal]

There's an Orpheus/Eurydice piece in An Ichor Veil and it's been giving me so much trouble. I think I've tried to edit it ten times and each pass it just gets worse. Do you ever write those pieces that you just want so badly to work out but no matter what you do, they just never get there? Yeah.

[lyramundana]

Coming back with my usual poly minsung shit (i swear I love everyone equally, they’re just got me on a chokeshold recently)

Do you know those cute trials where they have to try make one of the members’ heartbeats grow faster by making them nervous? (This gave us one of the most beautiful minsung moments: Jisung hugging Minho by the waist from behind and kissing his neck, succefully making the cat boy jump flustered. AHHHH) If you know those, you’re aware there are a type of headphones with fluffy ears form that twitch then the person wearing them is nervous by registering their heartbeats.

I pictured a moment between Vivi and Minsung. Pre-relationship, where they’re still on the friends stage. Jisung has already come to terms that he has a raging small crush on her, but Minho is still having trouble understanding it. For some reason I can’t think about now, they decide to try those headphones out. Of course, being boyfriends and all, they go a bit overboard with it because this is just a normal day of interactions with them (but the ears still move and it’s so fucking cute cause they’ve been together for years and still are smitten with each other). They mostly tease each other about who is more flustered, but then Vivi asks if she can try it too.

She feels a bit weirded out herself for making that request, but she also finds them so utterly adorable with those ears on and how they move, seeing also the effects on their bodies langauge, so of course she has to try. Something shifts between them both, but they allow it because, obviously, there’s nothing wrong with it. She’s just a friend, a dear and rather beautiful friend, so it’s no big deal. Jisung is the one with the headphones on.

Vivi proceeds with baby steps. She starts with some eye contact, the basics, but Jisung is already shaking internally. (Remember that video of him with an Ateez member, holding eye contact in silence? That’s him rn) he can’t supress his chuckles, his cheeks are turning a bit red, but he doesn’t move his eyes. She gets bolder and moves closer to him, until he can feel her breath near his face. His hands are grasping unto his knees harshly to prevent the shaking. She smiles at him warmly, tilting her head in a cocky way, and he feels himself ready to jump and run and laugh at the same time. Minho stares at them intently, barely blinking, and biting his fingers to prevent a nervous laught. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous about. 

Then she goes for it. She clasps her hands around his shoulders, trapping him, and hides her nose in the space between his shoulder blades and neck, rubbing it. Ding ding ding, the fluffy ears are twitching already. Jisung finally breaks out on a shy chuckle and sofly pushes her away, but he almost seems reluctant when she gets away from him. She’s smiling in victory, enjoying the minutes of power she had over the boy and enjoying the feeling of knowing she made him so flustered and cute. 

She’s about to leave it there, but Jisung rushily takes off the headphones, puts them on Minho and claims it’s the boy’s turn now. The older looks like he’s been betrayed but he doesn’t take them off. Vivi rolls with it, thinking to herself “why the hell not?” and goes at him. 

Dear god, if Jisung was already shifty, Minho is a mess before she gets closer. He’s already smiling shyly, shifting his position constantly and looking everywhere but her eyes. However, she doesn’t need eye contact to make someone nervous, so she gets creative. She first starts clamping her hand on top of his head and softly caressing his hair, pulling it from time to time. Ups, the ears are already moving a bit and his ears are getting pink. She keeps going, now sitting almost on his lap and moving their faces close. Jisung’s burning gaze on them goes unacknoweldged by her, too focused on seeing how far she can go. She ten locks her arms on his broad shoulders, hugging him and pushing his face on her shoulder. He goes stiff for a moment, but suddenly she feels him moving his nose to her neck instead. The fluffy ears are twitching already, signaling his heart is beating faster than the average, but she doesn’t stop. She continues rubbing his scalp and even starts rocking him from side to side slowly..

and then she pulls his face away from her neck to give him a small, soft kiss on his earlids. 

She feels the vibration of the ears in her forehead by how fast they’re going.

She pulls away with a laugh, not quite believing what she just did but amused at Minho’s red ears and overall their flustered states. Minho blinks rapidily, mouth slightly open like he’s spaced out, and then he basically rips the ears off and throws them at Jisung with a yell. 

Vivi takes off time to go to the bathroom a second and leaves them alone. 

Feel free to complete the rest.

@channieandhisgoonsquad

@charmercharm3r

@moonlightndaydreams

@mal-lunar-28

@sweetracha

[drowsyscatterbrain]

*it's freezing cold anywhere outside of the bed.

*you want to sleep in, too.

*but you need to get up. (for whatever reason)

*but you can't. why is that?

*well.

*your skelebabe is clinging on you, and seemingly not planning to get up anytime soon.

*but you REALLY need to get up.

*...

*so you gently put your hands on his face, then started to plant kisses everywhere on his handsome ass skull until his face is entirely flushed with color.

*you planted one last kiss onto his forehead before dragging yourself away from him, and the comfy sheets to start your day.

[loritocarasucia]

Oh no...

Singing kill Poppy

No but seriously, this boy can get lost in song again, now that he doesn't need to worry about the Bergens

[flashdoesahundredyarddash]

I imagine that the relationship between Hal and Barry slowly grew into an 'accidentally in love' trope. Especially from a universal point, I've seen headcannons of them being lovers in every universe but I feel as if with context, HalBarry slowly grew into falling in love with each other when both least expected it. I imagine that apart from being friends, it's a whole new thing for both of them as they experience their time shared together and once it's realized that the feelings are there (or mutual) it just opens up new things of ones view.

Sure they both have someone canonically, but I imagine what Hal and Carol have is something along platonically soulmates. Sure Barry is in love with Iris but when he's himself AND The Flash, he fits more with Hal in general. (also I do like that Iris can ground Barry but so can many others and Hal, I think that's REALLLYYY important to Barry's personal relationship levels that he has with people. It seems to be an important thing for Speedsters, especially with how the speed force affects them and what can help them out)

They both have flaws but I think becoming heroes showed them to accept their flaws even if they see the worst inside ("I died a sinner. You died a saint."). They both admire each other, even when they are at points where they hate parts of themselves. Hal goes from hating himself to trying to understand that someone as good as Barry is always there for him. Their bond is so strong and I just want to be reminded of the bond they have created in the earlier comics.

ALSO.....i feel that they were for SURE drawn together but to them it feels like accidentally falling in love

Barry back at it again with his 12 am rambles

Don't mind the quality but I want to share this, I genuinely think it's so funny that Hal brought something on the trip

[weirdtrashpanda]

I firmly believe that the Jury vote were rigged, and loreen knew it. She looked so done and not at all happy, when they announced that she won. Because she knew what it would do to her image. I have read some many posts of people hating on her and how she destroyed her esc career. And yea, she did, but I don't think it's her fault. I kinda feel sad for her.

Anygay Käärijä should have won.

[kawhh]

The insane amount of brain rot I’ve experienced since the stadium series needs to be examined.

Matt rempe came out swinging and entered my brain and has not left and has no intentions of leaving

I’m here to bring more of my badly written disjointed thoughts under the cut

This man being tall and not being just a barker is so incredibly damaging to my brain

I have thoughts about how he would man handle you at all times, constantly. I mean constantly

Throwing you on the bed, grabbing your thighs hard enough to leave bruises while he towers over you

Eating you out? Face sitting? He’s grabbing on tight and not letting go

You wouldn’t be able to move an inch unless he lets you

Even if he wasn’t gripping your thighs, he could keep you wherever he wanted you with one arm or one leg, he’s so tall

He’s not even just tall he’s massive

You’d be crowded by him

He’d be everything you see and breathe in that situation

His fingers compared to your body?

Man, I’m so fucked

[boldforg]

I am not sorry

[fairytailuv4life]

It just occurred to me that Gray will probably never find out about the time Juvia scarficied herself during TBoFT for Cana so...

*after the war*

Cana: Juvia, I can't believe you scarficied yourself, again, for your comrade.

Gray: Again?!

Cana: Uh...yeah. During when we had to fight each other, Freed locked us in one of his barriers, making me and Juvia to fight. But instead she literally flew herself up into the lighting orb and electuded herself so she wouldn't have to fight me.

Gray:

Gray: FREED, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!

*Juvia panicking*: Gray-sama!

Cana: I probably shouldn't have said that shouldn't I?

Mira: Nope.