#idk I’m in a mood

[eatforcherry]

I wish people would tell you up-front you’re something to do when they’re bored or whatever

[tealbeats-archived]

I’m gonna take a nap but I’m in a shippy mood so maybe LIKE THIS so I can come into your dms and discuss shipping stuff, 🤔

[bunibelles]

Midterm in 30 minutes :’D

[5ivebyfive]

Who’s up for an nwsl drinking game?

Take a shot at every veteran leaving the courage

Take a shot for every acl tear

Take two shots at every coach getting fired (two because wow)

Take a shot at any player getting transferred without asking

Take a shot for every KCC celly

Drink the whole damn bottle when Tobin Heath is announced for ACFC

[a-promise-is-a-lie]

What if I just yknow dived straight into the void never to be seen again

[lilacxquartz]

also since i write all of my fics on my phone i want to kindly request that suguru stops auto correcting to sugar and satoru stops auto correcting to satire

[icychill]

Making a new blog for funsies :)

[gregmarriage]

why when sims woohoo in a hot tub does it look like you’re drowning each other imaoo

[tyepwriter]

Im a horny bitch

[viillanelles]

I used store bought kimchi cuz I’m lazy but I think I want to try making it myself sometime. Let’s see if I actually have the patience to let it sit lol

[astronomodome]

I really like this thumbnail it looks like c!tango is on the decked out 2 operating table about to have his berries surgically removed while cc!tango looks on anxiously with his pet endermite

[captainfern]

(rugbyplayer!simon x fem!reader, 18+)

in his years of playing rugby union, simon hasn’t always been the best loser. most of his teammates try and steer clear of the mountain that bustles angrily around the changing room after a game.

but you don’t steer clear. never have, never will. pretty little thing like you could never stay away from a mean man like him, could you? you’re drawn to him, a moth to a flame. but the flame consumes everything in the aftermath of a tight loss.

even you.

he’s got you between his teeth. melting beneath the heat of his gaze. trapped beneath his ribcage and pinned against the weight of his heart— a heart you’re not quite sure has opened enough to allow you in.

but you’ve allowed him in. simon riley, captain of his team. he’s etched a simon-shaped hole into your heart, and situated himself there without your consent. festering, growing like some sort of parasite. but you like it. after everything that makes him simon riley, the ghost of the field, you still like him. love him (?).

so you let him in. let him ease himself into the warmth of your heart, and let him ease himself into the warmth of your pussy.

you’re pinned beneath him, your back arching against his chest and stomach. he’s hot, burning up. slick with sweat, chest still heaving, pulling on his rapidly beating heart like an anchor, attempting to slow it down. you can feel the rhythm against your back, and wonder how long it’ll take before it syncs up with yours.

his large, tattooed arm is wrapped around the column of your neck, pinning you to him. his hold is strong and immobilising. holding you, not as if to keep you from falling, but to keep you from running, from squirming away, like a scared little animal he’d caught.

his partially open mouth is near your ear, and he’s grunting. grunting and groaning with each shunt of his hips against your arse, growling out with each thrust of his cock against the plug of your womb. you grip onto the edge of the wooden bench, attempting to ground yourself. but it was basically impossible with the way simon was muttering in your ear.

“good fuckin’ pussy, s’a good fuckin’ pussy,” he mutters, eyes screwed shut as he fucks his cock into the heat of your cunt, your walls wet and tight around him, drawing white-hot shapes of pleasure beneath his eyelids. “takin’ my cock like a fuckin’ dream.”

his cock is thick inside you, stretching you open with each pull and push. the flared head catches at your entrance and it has you seeing stars, even more so with the way it continues to batter against your g-spot.

you feel his sweat smearing over your skin, and you smell him— the acrid pungency of perspiration, the sweet earthiness of grass, and the masculine musk of his cologne. it’s an aphrodisiac in the highest degree.

the changing room is empty, the rest of the team long gone. simon was always the last to leave, like a captain going down with his ship. oftentimes he’d sit in silence, mulling the loss across his tongue like a too-bitter bourbon. other times, it took one message for you to come scurrying in, and then one look to have your clothes on the floor.

“simon,” you gasp breathlessly, knees hurting from pressing against the wood of the bench.

“fuckin’ take it,” he grunts, hips smacking into your arse. the sound is erotic and loud in the silence of the changing room, and it makes your stomach clench up tight. the possibility of getting walked in on has your brain going fuzzy. but simon keeps you with him, physically and mentally— teeth grazing along the shell of your ear. “just shut up and take it.”

you do. you always do.

and he knew that.

he had worked himself into your cunt over and over again to the point it was shaped just for him. gummy walls clenching around the girth of his cock, wet and warm and so fucking inviting. when he’s in a better mood, he loves nothing more than to slide his tongue into you and lap leisurely for hours.

today wasn’t one of those days.

the head of his cock slams against the base of your womb, leaking and twitching as he grunts in your ear. the pleasure in his stomach is laced with adrenaline, spiked with frustration— a deadly concoction for someone like you.

you were a catalyst. you added that secret little ingredient— lust, maybe? he wasn’t sure himself— that had his cock hardening in his tight shorts before he even reached the sideline after the full time whistle. a calloused hand around his cock in the shower wasn’t enough.

and you were more than enough.

“that’s my girl, take this fuckin’ cock,” simon groans, pace increasing but thrusts becoming sloppy, pleasure building blindingly-hot in the pit of his stomach. “take this cock ‘cause you were fuckin’ made for it, weren’t you? my good girl.”

you mewl, body shaking. your orgasm fizzles within you, carbonated pleasure filtering up and up and up until you could almost taste your orgasm. simon was always so good at wringing the pleasure out of you, and especially good at drawing it up until you were brimming,

then shattering you—

“come all over my cock, come on,” he whispers to you, panting like a dog. hell, he was a dog. a mutt with his favourite toy. his voice always did it for you, too. “fuckin’ give it to me, baby.”

you give it to him. you’d given him everything it seemed, so why not one more thing?

“simon—!” you moan as you come, tumbling over the precipice, shattering like you always knew you would. your orgasm rocked through you in sharp points, like an electric shock, your clit pulsing with the beat of your heart, pussy clenching tight around his cock.

he groans, almost a moan, but the baritone shook you enough for you to realise the ghost would never be that vocal when he’s blowing off steam. always a groan when he’s angry. primal.

you feel his cock twitch inside of you before you’re flooded with warmth. he comes, hips flush to your arse. the sensation makes you whimper, his arm tightening around your neck as he drops his lips to your shoulder. he mouths at you for a moment while the two of you collect the breath you had practically stolen from each other.

and then it doesn’t take him long for him to pull out, dragging his cock out of you painfully slow. you whimper at the sensation of his cum dripping down your leg.

in moods like these, he leaves you to clean yourself up. a used toy, chewed up and spat out. but today—

“meet me in the shower,” simon grunts, walking towards the far side of the changing sheds. “an’ hopefully your knees aren’t too sore.”

wow, that’s thoughtful—

he shoots you a wink.

oh, that fucking prick—

but the hole in your heart, shaped exactly like him, doesn’t shrink an inch. in fact, it might even be bigger now.

simon smiles as you gingerly get to your feet.

at least he had one victory tonight.

[gortashshairytits]

Do you think Bakugou would be instantly hooked on some sass? Like you’re some civilian who’s just really feeling themselves that day? Confident and on top of the world?

“Think you’re some hot shit, eh?”

You flutter your eyelashes. “I am, thank you for noticing.” And you flip your hair around and saunter off. Later when you come back down to earth you may be horrified and extremely embarrassed that you spoke to the number two Pro Hero of Japan like that

But I dunno. I think it would drive him crazy. What do y’all think?

[daeyumi]

Penumbra 🌑🧿⚫️

[shorthaltsjester]

just constantly thinking about percy telling vex that he’d like to think they’re all better than they think they are (except her brother, of course) . constantly thinking about when vex tells percy he’s a good man and he gets awkward and flustered and returns that she’s a good woman and when she gets as awkward and flustered he goes “see. it’s not very nice is it.” percy shouting to ripley that he forgives her and vex carves forgive into the wood of her bow. vex tells percy to take off his mask and percy comes across vex in tears and scrubbing at her armour. god. the campaign starts and percy is making arrows as flirting and getting kisses in return and the campaign ends and exhausted and knowing it won’t be a want that will be fulfilled percy admits he never wants to make another weapon and vex equally exhausted affirms that he’ll never Have to. and god . god . opposites attract is great or whatever but the deliciousness of dynamics where the characters hold up a mirror to one another where they get to shed the burden of self and see someone Like Them as someone good or capable of being better and Falling In Love. and that love being a pathway to them coming to grips with their own image and their own capacity to be better. and that the fact that the person they fall for being someone so Familiar means that they see through each other’s shit. that percy sees that vex has fallen into the trap of Nobility tricking people into thinking that makes them inherently better and giving her the only whitestone title someone has to earn beyond selection or marriage or birth. that vex sees percy forgive ripley and discusses the importance of that choice but reminds him that it’s just as important that he forgive himself.

[portrait-of-a-moron]

Kai gay lol