#idk if it makes any sense I’m high off my shit

[stoneinyourshoe]

I’m so high off my pain meds and nicotine right now,,,, Thinking of Bucky having the worst migraines when he gets back from the war and Gale doesn’t really get it until John mumbles something about how he took a shovel to the face in Germany and suddenly things just fucking click. Gale trying not to break down in front of John because it seems every single bad thing happens to his best friend and it’s making him so incredibly sad,,, Gale finally just breaking one day when things are, like, genuinely good because he can’t believe they made it out of that shitstorm alive. John having to hold him for a good three hours before he finally calms down enough to sleep. Just. Gale finally breaking. Please. It’s not even a want anymore it’s a fucking need.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello! First i loved the reader + cannibal works you did.

Second, you could write small or big idk pieces of reader and him having their bond and seeing others react to it. It would be funny to see some of them go "excusme this not high blood claimed CANNIBAL?"

And Cannibal just there like "its my human, shut up before i eat you"

Also, HC that Cannibal would totally take the reader to a different place since he finds the rest of humans so 🙄🙄🙄🙄 and 100% sure he was touched when reader bowed to him :,)

Cannibal will always be my favourite dragon, Balerion coming a close second but come on! A dragon who never had a rider cuz no one was worthy?! Imagine the history you’d make when claiming this absolute unit!

You wouldn’t say that you claimed Cannibal like most people have assumed, if anything you’d describe what you and the behemoth mad was more of a connection, a bond that went deeper then that of dragon and rider. It was rather difficult thing to explain to people because the only people who would understand had a hard time themselves coming to terms with the fact that someone without a single trace of Valyrian blood in their body had accomplished what many could not; claim Cannibal.

You truly believed that everyone had the ability to be a dragon rider but the unfortunate reality was that half of them ever would was incredibly rare. So for those that were dragon riders, it was the highest honour imaginable and you were now one of them!

Your bond with Cannibal was unlike any other, it was almost as if this spark, this fire, connecting the two of you to a point where you didn’t know when you began and where Cannibal ended. You could sense Cannibal’s distrust for all humans, especially those who had Valyrian blood running through their veins no matter how small it may be, he hated them all as equally as he did the other humans. With you however Cannibal harboured a deep possessiveness over you. You were his rider after all and he didn’t like it when people like Aemond, Daemond or Rhaenyra got anywhere within distance of you and would blow fire at them without an ounce of hesitation.

‘Cannibal.’ You hissed after Cannibal tried to roast Rhaenyra alive for merely touching your arm in congratulations. The dragon only kept his piercing green eyes on the silver haired woman in red next to you, looking at her with hostility and contempt.

‘It is..quite alright my dear.’ Rhaenyra tried to console you but the daggers your dragon was driving into her back was enough for her to take a step back, she had the blood of the dragon and therefore didn’t fear them but Cannibal was a dragon of unpredictability and therefore must be treated with caution. ‘No harm done.’ She flashes you a smile before departing back to the castle. You sighed before looking at your behemoth of a dragon whose eyes dilated upon seeing you finally pay attention to him, his tail wagging slightly behind him.

‘You are more than your worth sometimes.’ You murmur as you scratched his head before swiftly mounting him as he flew you both off of DragonStone and elsewhere where you wouldn’t be disturbed, but you couldn’t help but thank moments like those that were just for yourself and your dragon as you do tend to get tired of getting asked the same shit ten times over. Yet you swore you had claimed an antisocial cat instead of a dragon whose whole reputation was eating dragons, humans and dragon eggs alike. This was merely one example of how possessive Cannibal got, it was far worse when it was a man like Aemond, then that’s when Cannibal became far more hostile than usual.

For the moment the dragon saw the one eyed prince approach you, his tail immediately shielded you from view while roaring at the prince to fuck off back to his fossil of a dragon, huffing smoke from his nostrils and baring his teeth. ‘I’m going to call you Cannibal the cat if you keep this up.’ You told the dragon as you moved from behind his tail to greet Aemond, who was looking at Cannibal with an unreadable expression. ‘Fascinating.’ He muttered softly as he looked at you.

‘What is?’ You asked.

‘The fact that the first person to ever claim Cannibal is someone with no Valyrian blood nor ancestry to speak of.’ Aemond replied and you couldn’t help but scowl at this, feeling as though this was meant to be some sort of dig at you, but then again the joke was on him because he wasn’t the only one to ride with a dragon of legend anymore.

‘Can you blame me? I don’t rest dragons like their weapons to be used to threaten people in bending the knee.’ You spat back. ‘Sounds to me like you are compensating for the fact that you would’ve been viewed just like any other house in Westeros had it not been for the very Dragons you ride, and yet here you are, treating them as though their disposable while pondering why it maybe that their dying out.’ You added, staring Aemond down as his jaw twitched, you had struck a nerve but all you did in response to that was shrug your shoulders. ‘Sounds a bit hypocritical dont you think my prince?’

‘You know nothing of the word.’ Aemond said lowly as he stepped towards you, only to be greeted by Cannibal’s shadow looming over you both, lowering his head to glare at Aemond from behind you while you looked directly at the prince; unbothered and calm by the whole thing.

‘I wouldn’t but I’m sure your bloodline is more familiar with the misuse and treatment of Dragons than I am.’ You said, feeling no fear with Cannibal having your back, literally, as you looked back at your companion with a smile. ‘Let’s us go somewhere else Cannibal, I fear we may have overstayed our welcome.’ Cannibal only made a sound akin to that of purring and taking that as your que to bid Aemond farewell and mounted Cannibal once more and left.

You had Cannibal’s back and you knew he had yours as well and that’s what you prided your connection on, never had you ever known a more peaceful nights sleep, not until Cannibal draped a protective wing over you to keep you warm during those nights where you just wanted to stay beside your dragon as you cuddled into his warm scaly belly. Your heart and his were one and you feared that without Cannibal, you’d loose apart of yourself forever and you’d treasure every moment you had with your dragon, no matter what may come for either of you in the future.

Now for some character reactions;

Aegon shits himself. Enough said. He will not go near you especially if Cannibal was constantly on the verge of wanting to eat him whole.

He doesn’t care of how you claimed him like others would, he’s terrified of Cannibal and doesn’t want to stay for long enough than he had to, he’s not about that life despite the family he’s reluctantly born into.

Aemond on the other hand was intrigued on how you managed to do such a thing, it was feet unheard of and yet you did it and without being eaten on top of that.

He also would view this as something that was predestined by fate or something like that. You and him being the riders of the largest dragons left alive in Westeros, imagine the destructive force the pair of you would be if you were to be wed to one another. It’s a thought that hasn’t left his mind since the day you claimed Cannibal and while the bitterness of your words stung him, that didn’t mean he wasn’t about to put an end to his dreams of you and him flying together on Vhagar and Cannibal in happy union.

He’s delusional but a dangerous kind, so Cannibal is always on high alert with him.

Otto would try pull out all the stops and arrange a marriage between you and Aemond, feeding into his grandsons dangerous delusions, claiming that you were only this way to see whether or not he would love you at your most stubborn. Besides what’s greater than having one large dragon on your side? Two large dragons!

So Otto doesn’t care about how you claimed cannibal but only the benefits for the greens of you doing so would be enough to have Rhaenyra’s forced yield and pledge for Aegon or die fighting, either way works out for the greens in the end but all he needed to do was get you with Aemond.

Rhaenyra found you claiming Cannibal to be a once in a life time miracle as it wasn’t often that a dragon was claimed by someone who wasn’t a descent of Old Valyria. For you had to be truly something for a dragon as stubborn and dangerous as Cannibal to agree to be yours and knows of the target that you have placed on your back by doing so.

To put it simply, she wants you on her side of the war when the time comes as a last resort should she need you in her most dire of times. You and Cannibal had a connection unlike any other she has ever seen and that makes you an essential asset that everyone will want. She wanted to get to you before the greens do and will try her hardest but it would take some time considering how on guard Cannibal is to anyone who wasn’t you.

He knew what she was doing but with time she hoped that you would get Cannibal to understand because if she nor the greens couldn’t get to you, then there would be another level of uncertainty in knowing that a nomad dragon rider and their dragon were taking to the skies with leisure. You and Cannibal were a lot more dangerous than you may think and that’s what scared her the most; you not understand the power you now hold with cannibal at your beck and call.

Jacaerys thought that someone who wasn’t of Valyrian decent couldn’t claim a dragon nearly as successfully as those of Valyrian descent could. However you managed to defy all expectations that were previously set and proven that the impossible could be possible through the right circumstances.

He had so many questions on how you did it but Cannibal would always stop him and take you away before he could. He had read stories about cannibal and knew better then to hop on Vermax and chase after you, and so he would just allow his mind to ponder on how it was that you managed to claim Cannibal without being consumed.

He too feared the eyes that you have no attracted to yourself by doing such a thing and would try his best to protect you no matter what but Cannibal was proving it very difficult to get close to you without fire being out at him. However Jace was determined to make sure that no harm came to you, even if he had to do so from afar.

[campbell-rose]

Charlie Redesign!

I want charlie to look super out of place in Hell. I wanted her color palette to resemble the sky, as the sky can symbolize infinity and is usually associated with the place gods reside, high above it all. The main point is looking super out of place in Pride, which will carry over to Vaggie. I made her colors bright because i can’t be bothered to alter the colors of Viv’s hell to dull it down and from the trailer it doesn’t seem like shading is that important. Not shitting on that btw, i hate shading my drawings. 

The way I imagine this version of Charlie is that she helps do the paperwork side of things, since Viv’s hell is just earth but red, I'm just assuming her heaven will be similar. Charlie helps schedule things, she’s kind of a secretary and works under Adam to help make sure the Exterminations go smoothly. She takes stock of weapons, sees what was lost, tallies up the total deaths, general stuff like that, you feel me? She doesn’t like the Exterminations; she thinks it’s horrific and that the people in hell ought to have a chance to come to heaven. 

So it’s basically the exact same plot as before and her personality is the same because Charlie was the only character i liked from the pilot the others all had something that threw the vibes off slightly. Charlie’s relationship with Alastor will be a little different, because he’s one of her benefactors. He wants to watch the pretty little angel’s plans crash and burn, and she is determined to prove him wrong. Side note while I'm thinking of him, I’m changing the overlords – they aren’t sinners that got powers because sinners don’t have powers in this version. Well, no, they are sinners, just sinners that made contracts with demons and gained favor with hell during their lives, earning their own place in the hierarchy of hell. Speaking of which, it goes: Sinners, Overlords, Hellborn, Ars Goetia, Princes/Seven Sins. Overlords are given the power to torture other sinners (so it makes sense that Valentino makes Angel’s life miserable, it’s his job to torment other sinners) 

Once the show actually drops, I might add more benefactors in my rewrite. Like, since Alastor is backing Charlie, the cannibals from cannibal colony will be friendly towards her, things like that. Hell, maybe Val backs her, idk don’t want to jump the shark. 

Either way, i think Charlie being an angel sets her up for a better character arc with her naivete and attitude towards sinners. Also i think my design for her is literally beautiful she’s so pretty, she’s my baby i love her. And for the sake of making things easier, i fused her little goats Razzle and Dazzle with the key cat KeeKee because i think having three cute little pets is too many and R/D didn’t really do anything in the pilot. I’ve doodled them a bit, haven’t settled on a design yet. In my mind this little kitty is a cherub thing that Husk adores as his first hint of not being a complete ass. 

Any who. That is all. 

[kissitbttr]

ANA! ANA MY LUV!! idk much about miguel (a travesty i knoeww) but i saw ur fratboy post n now i cant stop drooling at the idea of fratboy!miguel introducing u to his frat buddies!! being so possessive: holding ur waist or pulling u to his lap; kissing ur neck even when his friends are right there. oh my goddd im gonna sob hes so!!!

SUNNY?! I AM BITING MY FIST OMG HE’D SOOO FREAKING POSSESSIVE UGH I LOVE IT WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT

bby you HAVE to hop on the miguel simp train!! HE IS SO FINEEEE😩😩

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it was around after the third date when miguel nervously asked you to come to the frat house to meet his brothers. he didn’t want to overwhelm you of course, he knew how annoying and pushy his brothers could be but still, he would love for them to get to know you just as he had when he was with you,

you saw how nervous he got, but you assured him by squeezing his hand and telling him that you were okay with that. he smiled in return, kissing you softly on the lips as a thank you,

“i never express any gratitude towards anyone in my life except my parents but i want to thank you so much for finally saying yes, it was fucking annoying to hear him yapping about you non-stop. all of us had enough of his corny shit”

one of his frat brothers, glen had mentioned. feigning a relief expression while he smirked at miguel who gave him the finger,

“i literally thanked Jesus when i heard him going on a date with you, y/n! you are our life savior”

miguel threw his head back in annoyance, groaning at how his frat brothers continued to spill his secrets. but you giggled instead, looking over at him who avoided your gaze out of pure embarrassment.

“what else did he do?”

miguel shot you a warning look, “don’t encourage them, muñeca! they’d go all the way out!”

“oh believe me, we have many” beck had answered, playfully snickering at the amount of times miguel had ranted about you. “which one do you want to hear? one where he talked about you while he was high? or one where it was late at night—“

“fuck off, kingsley!” miguel had interrupted before he got too far, in which beck put his hands up in defense.

miguel snaked his arm around your waist, giving your hip three taps to prompt you to sit on his lap which you obliged.

you happily plopped yourself down on one of his thick thighs. he helped you with shifting your body into a comfortable position with your legs crossed.

the rest of the boys sat in the living room, piling in the same area as they all stared at the two of you. millions of questions running through their minds, desperate to know if miguel somehow blackmailed you into agreeing to go out on a date with him or something worse,

miguel sensed the stares from his brothers and, to be frank, it was quite uncomfortable. though he knew for sure they wanted to know the same thing.

“are you guys wondering how i got to take her out or what?”

they all responded with a ‘yes’ in unison, making him rub his temple and you smiled

“so? what did he do, y/n? because i’m starting to think this is a joke”

“could be. i mean, carlos went all 110% for a girl when she rejected his offer the first time” glen shrugged, earning a frown from carlos himself,

“i did not—“

“yes you did. you stood outside of the campus library with a boombox over your head” one boy chimed in while sipping his beer,

“okay see, i was—“

“oh! and remember when he threatened to pull his—“

“shut the fuck up! focus! we’re not here for me but for them!” carlos gestured his hand at both miguel and you. “can we leave my shit behind? that would be great”

carlos's cheeks went beet red as the other guys teased him for it, beck patted him on the back and told him that it was nothing to be ashamed of but carlos only swatted his hand away,

you found it so endearing at how the frat guys were so playful and funny with each other. typical boys will be boys type of thing. they were definitely far more different than when you see them during parties,

“well to be honest, he really didn’t have to do anything” you simply replied, tucking a hair behind your ear. “but definitely persistent, in the most politest way and less creepier though”

“you saying what i did was creepy?” carlos pointed at himself with a defeated look,

“i mean, if you had to ask then yeah”

the rest erupted in a peal of loud laughter while carlos’s shoulders slouched. propping his back against the chair with his arms crossed, a chorus of ‘see?’ and ‘i told you so’s’ made you laugh,

miguel settled his elbow on the armrest, eyes glinted with adoration whilst his mouth stretched into a lovesick grin. he watched how you managed to pull joy out of them and there’s nothing he’s appreciated more than that,

the way you threw your head back as another cute giggle escaped you while holding onto his shoulder for balance was enough to make his heart ponder,

“man, you’ve got wicked sense of humor, y/n—say if shit went sideways between the two of you, just know I’m available”

miguel frowned upon hearing that as his nose scrunched up in disgust as he leapt the nearest pillow at his brother’s direction for that comment. he wrapped his arm around your waist far more protectively,

“watch it” he warned, glaring at him. he knew it was a joke but he still didn’t like how that sounded, “i’ll kick your fucking ass, monty”

upon seeing that, your hand moved to find his cheek, lightly tapping his chin with your finger to get him to look at you,

“easy there, big boy” your words soothed him in seconds, especially when he heard his favorite nickname leaving your mouth, "I'm with you"

the confirmation made him giddy and his heart blossomed,

he moved dangerously close to your ear to whisper before kissing the back of it making you giggle. “you look so pretty tonight, muñeca” miguel dragged his fingertips up and down your exposed thigh, then squeezed the soft flesh. “so so pretty— do i get to see you in this dress more often?”

the question came off too excited despite his best trying to hide it, again, if there was nobody around, he'd actually take you right there and then.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but I thought you like me better when i’m naked?”

“oh there’s no doubt about that, mi amor” he winked with a chuckle, “am i… about to get lucky tonight?”

“you might” a seductive response laced on your tone, winking at him as he squeezed your waist before

the boys let out a couple of groans and fake puking sounds at the sight, but the two of you remained still in your element,

''you guys make me sick" glen protested, shaking his head before getting up from the chair to walk away but you caught a small smile on his face,

"jealous you don't have a girlfriend, mayback?" miguel teased at him, glen only threw him the middle finger before cracking another can of beer from the kitchen,

the rest of the boys followed his actions after, not before congratulating miguel on scoring with you.

the word girlfriend made you bulldozed, eyes darted toward his smiling proud face before yours stretched into one as well,

"i'm your girlfriend?"

his smile faltered after he soon realized what he had just called you, he swallowed a nervous gulp. opening and closing his mouth because he was unsure what to say

you must admit you enjoyed seeing him like that.

"well i-i mean--i wasn't--surely you were--uh--what was the question again?"

you tucked your lower lip in between your teeth, head tilting to the side as the adorable man in front of you became a stuttering mess.

realizing that he is on the edge of a nervous breakdown, you leaned closer to his face before smashing your lips against his. his body went still by your action, but soon found himself lost in your kiss and sighed out of contentment,

you pulled away after a few seconds, tousling his soft chocolate hair before replying,

''i would love to be your girl, o'hara''

-

please please PLEASE tell me this is good!! i was writing this in the car and I couldn’t concentrate for a second because people were honking too much!! bhhshshs

[cadavercowboy]

Hot Rod

Anonymous said: i need a eddie munson fic where reader is pretty bold. I had a dream where i texted him "i wanna blow you" and he just responded "hot." i need this so bad 😭 Hmmm. *cracks knuckles* Alright, allow me to extrapolate a bit here... Idk why Eddie is a mechanic, it just felt right. I believe he would find this ridiculously hot and would lose his silly little mind if his girl got all confident and cocky about giving him the schlurpy durp.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You send Eddie some dirty texts and he takes full advantage of the opportunity afforded to him.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: Explicit content (18+ only). Sexting. Oral sex (it's sloppy toppy, guys!). Slight degradation. Face-fucking. Cum swallowing.

A/N: Reposting this because I privated the original and tumblr decided to fucking eat it. :-)

He heard the ping of his phone between the high-pitched whirs of Wayne’s pneumatic drill, though he’d ignored it on account of the grimy layer of black grease coating his fingers. Another ping and then a third let him know who it was texting him. A sudden sense of urgency had him ducking out from under the hood of the latest vintage car his uncle had him helping to rebuild so he could reach for the red rag on the workbench to clean his hands just enough to check his messages. The sight of your nickname splashed across the screen had prompted a small smile, but the content of your messages had his jaw falling slack.

“Eddieee…”

“I wanna blow you.”

Short. Sweet. Straight to the point. Eddie had licked his lips, fighting back a groan as he re-read the texts.

“Miss the way you feel in my mouth…wish I could taste you right now.”

The bold statement had caught Eddie off guard. While you’re far from a prude, it wasn’t usual for you to so blatantly express your desires. He wasn’t sure how to respond, but he knew a simple text wouldn’t suffice; he needs to give you precisely what you’ve asked for. Still, he couldn’t leave you hanging so he tapped out a lackluster response, knowing he’d make up for it shortly. 

“Hot.”

Eddie had stopped giving a shit about his greasy fingers as he dragged a hand through his hair and tried to come up with an excuse to give Wayne so he could get home to you. Sure, he felt a little guilty about flaking on his uncle, but the constriction in his pants won out over the one which tightened his chest.

“Hey, Wayne?” Eddie called hesitantly.

His uncle popped up from his stooped position near the rear wheel of the cherry red Coupe, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“I’m pretty beat,” Eddie lied easily. “Think I’m gonna call it a day, man.”

Wayne nodded as he stood, tossing a rusted bolt into a coffee can already half-full of discarded hardware. He wiped his hands on the stained material of his navy jumpsuit, wondering why his nephew had suddenly decided to pack it up for the night as he checked the dirty face of his watch.

“Alright, kid. I’ll probably be outta here pretty soon, too.”

Relieved that Wayne hadn’t questioned him, Eddie returned his tools to the rack and cleaned up his workspace so as to avoid any reprimanding from his uncle. His phone chirped again and he snuck a quick peek as inconspicuously as possible. He wished he hadn’t.

“Come home and fuck my throat.”

“Jesus goddamn Christ,” Eddie muttered, nearly dropping the device.

Wayne eyed him wordlessly, studying his shaggy-haired nephew as he fumbled with his cellphone and shoved it in his pocket for the second time in the last few minutes. He suspected the jingling electronic had something to do with Eddie’s sudden desire to leave, though he said nothing.

“See you tomorrow, Ed,” Wayne grumbled. “Tell your girl I said hello.”

Eddie’s steps faltered, unsure if his uncle’s words were intentional or if he’s just paranoid. Wayne noticed the hesitation but pretended he didn’t, instead burying his head in the engine of his car to hide his sly smirk. 

And that’s how Eddie ended up racing home to you and making it there in record time.

Though he knew you’d kill him for it, he texted you on the drive; punching the keys haphazardly — volleying his eyes between the road and the screen — to let you know he was on his way. He had every intention of testing to see whether you have the balls to back up what you’ve said and he knows you know that even without him saying so. Still, you pretended not to see his text. You feign ignorance as his booted feet come clamoring through the door.

“Baby?” Eddie calls, his voice nearly as tight as his pants had been the entire ride here.

He rounds the corner and spots you. You’re lounging on the sofa and watching something mindless on the television. You look so pretty dressed in nothing but a tattered Tom Petty tee, your bare legs stretched out and your ankles propped up on the arm of the couch. He’d love to bound across the room and ravish you right there on the worn green cushions, but he’d much rather have you make good on the earlier declarations you had made so confidently.

“Oh, you’re home,” you note with a smile, though your expression immediately darkens as you swing your body off the couch and begin to advance on him. “Finally.”

Eddie doesn’t even have a chance to say hello before you’re falling to your knees in front of him. His mouth drops open in disbelief and his arms raise at his sides; he’s not quite sure what else to do with them as your fingers deftly undo his belt and wrench his zipper down. You shove impatiently at his grease and oil-stained pants, shifting them just enough to get to what you want. There’s something so hot about the fact that you seem unphased that Eddie has come straight from work and hasn’t had a shower yet; his dick stiffens in agreement.

The warmth of your hand surrounds his half-hard erection as you reach under the waistband of his underwear and Eddie groans in bliss. Your texts already have him so torqued up, he fears he won’t last very long. If the jolts of electricity shooting through his body at the mere caress of your fingers are anything to go by, he’ll be lucky if his dick even makes it to your mouth.

“Been wanting this all day,” you purr as your fist pumps Eddie’s length, coaxing him to harden further.

His legs waver when he sees how hungrily you stare at his dick, your desperation written all over your face. Your wide, wet eyes peering up at him makes his cock throb in your hand and you lick your lips. He barely hears what you say when you mutter something about needing to taste him because your comment is lost among the sound of his broken moan as your lips surround his sensitive tip.

“Oh, shit,” Eddie whispers, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “That’s so…s’good.”

You suckle his swollen head, intermittently flicking your tongue across the weeping slit until Eddie’s knees nearly buckle. When you lean in to drag your soft lips further down his length, Eddie comes dangerously close to exploding. A muffled moan escapes you as you taste the heady flavor of Eddie’s skin mingling with his sweat. He sucks in air between his teeth, finally looking down at you again and delving his hands into your hair to guide your movements.

As much as you love when he takes control, you want to make Eddie feel good; specifically, you want him to relax and let you take care of him. Rather than heeding the pressure of his hands, you plunge your head forward and swallow as much of his cock as you comfortably can. 

Your throat constricts and your eyes begin to prickle with tears. The metal teeth of Eddie’s zipper drag along your chin when you widen your jaw to accommodate the size of him. Gently rocking your head side to side, you manage the last inch before Eddie is pulling away from you. He stops when your mouth is midway down his shaft, taking in the sight of your mouth stuffed full of him as his girth stretches your lips wide.

With your best puppy dog eyes and a dissatisfied whine, you silently plead with Eddie to allow you to proceed. You need to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue, need to bury your nose in the thatch of curls at his base until you’re gagging around him. You want it so badly. 

Eddie shudders when you swirl your tongue against the thick vein that runs along the underside of his cock. Saliva gathers in the corners of your mouth as Eddie sits hot and hard between your parted lips, the slickness beginning to trickle down your chin. Something in Eddie’s gaze shifts in a way that both frightens and thrills you.

“You really want my cock that bad, huh?” he taunts, a hand circling under your jaw to force you to meet his eyes.

You nod your head carefully, your lips sliding against his turgid flesh with the movement. Eddie grunts in response as his thumb brushes along the corner of your mouth to gather some of the spit that leaks out. 

“Why don’t you let me fuck your pretty little mouth then?” he adds. “Just like you said earlier. Bet you didn’t think I’d follow through.”

Eddie’s words are stern but teasing, challenging you to prove that you aren’t all talk. He doesn’t wait for an answer, instead shoves his pants and underwear lower, baring his cock and balls and the length of his pale thighs to you. He shifts his feet and brings his other hand to your face, each of his thumbs hooking in either side of your mouth as he pulls out. 

“Look at me,” he commands, waiting until you obey before he continues. “Stick your tongue out.”

The wet flesh brushes against Eddie’s cock when you do, the heaviness of the appendage making your thighs clench. Eddie shoves his digits further into your mouth, tucking them between your teeth so you couldn’t close your mouth even if you wanted to. Saliva dribbles from your gaping mouth and he pushes the solid head of his cock through the moisture before shoving the stiff member back between your lips. 

“You look like such a pretty little slut. Keep your eyes on me and breathe through your nose,” is all the warning Eddie growls before he thrusts his hips forward.

The first press of his hard cockhead against the back of your throat is alarming and you flinch and cough, but Eddie doesn’t relent. He thrusts with steady and smooth strokes, his hefty cock dragging over your tongue and bumping the sensitive spot that makes you gag until tears spill from your eyes. You gag and splutter and each noise only spurs him on, the pathetic sounds earning a grunt of pleasure with each slip and slide of Eddie’s slick cock. 

“Stay just like that,” he snarls behind gritted teeth, making the demand as if you have any choice but to remain in his steadfast hold as he fucks your throat. “Be a good girl and let me use you.”

Just as expected, Eddie can feel his balls tightening with his impending orgasm. Adjusting your position, you brace yourself against Eddie’s forceful thrusts; cupping your hands around the backs of his bare thighs and hugging your body close to his so he can continue to fuck your face with ease.

You’re a mess of tears and drool and damn if he doesn’t wish he could stay here forever. Spit falls in steady globs on your chest, soaking your shirt. The wet sound of his cock sliding through the abundant moisture is going to be ingrained in Eddie’s head for a long, long time. Not to mention the way you whimper as you struggle to take him. 

A buzzing in his ears signals the nearness of his release and Eddie holds his breath as he buries every inch of his pulsing cock in your mouth. The swollen head slips just past the tightness of your esophagus and when the muscles squeeze him, Eddie loses it. 

He begrudgingly pulls back, only for the satisfaction of coating your tongue with the creamy spurts. You sniffle and whine when the warm drops hit your taste buds and fill your mouth. Though you do your best to keep it all contained, Eddie just keeps cumming and the abundant seed overflows and begins to ooze over your lower lip and down your chin. 

“Fuck,” Eddie sighs, fisting his cock and giving it a final shake to dispel the few drops that still seep from the tip. 

Not bothering to fix his disheveled clothes, Eddie crouches in front of you. He studies your soaked face and your full mouth, his cock twitching appreciatively at the debauched sight you make.

“Show me,” he whispers hotly.

You widen your jaw and stick your tongue out, careful not to let a single drop of Eddie’s cum escape. He inhales deeply, satisfied with your obedience and directs you to swallow it all. A shiver courses through you at the heated tone of Eddie’s voice, but you do as he asks. Your tongue peeks out to sweep any remaining spend from your lips, though Eddie beats you to it. 

His large hand cups the back of your head, pulling you in so he can capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. The sweet taste of you mingles with his own saltiness and Eddie moans into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours until you’re breathless. 

“What the hell got into you?” Eddie pants with amusement as he observes you with adoration and surprise.

Joseph Quinn Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost

[beautifulbrainrot]

spencer reid x reader

ykow i’m not sure what this is. i kinda just started writing out of no where and this is what i got to. it’s meant to be like young spence and reader, mabye they’re at the academy together, mabye they’re roommates, childhood best friends? idk. not my usual writing style so lmk if you like this, i might write more depending on how this is received.

cw kissing, autistic!reader, autistic!spence, i don’t know if it’s obvious but i based the reader of how i act sometimes and whatnot and im autistic so.. , kinda unfinished

i’ll be properly back from my break and answer request soon i’m just struggling bad rn. love you all

“Hey, Spence?”

He looked away from his book towards you, his eyes widened slightly as he awaited your words. But nothing could have prepared him for what you said.

“Are you sexually attracted to me?” You asked, expression pretty much blank as if it was the most normal question in the world. Maybe to you it was. But to Spencer?

His eyes widened more as he heard your question, his face flushing. He gaped slightly, floundering for an answer to your very personal and out of the blue question. Well he could deny, but he hated lying to you. The truth was, he was attracted to you. Sexually and Romantically. He thought he had it under control and undetected by you, but apparently he was wrong.

He decided to lie.

“What? No!” He answered, his voice high pitched as he looked away from you.

You tilted your head at him, expression still blank and unreadable.

“You’re lying.” You said simply, furrowing your eyebrows slightly as you watched his blush deepen and his mouth gape.

“I’m- I’m not lying.” He lied, clenching his jaw and trying to maintain eye contact with you, but miserably failing.

“Yes you are. You’re blushing, and you’re averting your gaze and you’re bouncing your leg.” You continued, getting off the bed you were lying on and walking over to his bed.

Spencer's eyes widened as he looked up at where you were now towering over him. Something about the sight of you standing above him, and practically interrogating him, was seriously turning him on.

“Spencer…”

“..Yes?” He squeaked, looking off to the side.

“You have a boner.” You said.

His eyes widened as he looked down at his lap, his face somehow flushing darker as he saw the bulge there.

“You see Spencer, I think you are sexually attracted to me,” You started, “And I'm sexually attracted to you. So.. Where do you want to go from here?” You finished, looking down at the blushing boy in front of you.

Spencer's brain paused. You were sexually attracted to him too? And you wanted to… Do something about it? Holy shit.

“Spencer?” You asked.

“Yes..” He responded quickly.

“Tell me what you want.”

He paused for a second, thinking. What did he want? All he knew was that he wanted you. In any way he could have you.

“..You.” He answered earnestly, finally looking up at you.

A small smile graced your beautiful features.

“Can I sit on your lap?” You asked simply, tilting your head.

He could only nod, still slightly overwhelmed by the situation.

Sitting down on his lap, you look directly into his eyes, now finally properly face to face with him.

Slowly, you leaned in, pressing your lips very softly and tentatively against his.

He kissed you back quickly, your lips moulding together perfectly.

You leaned back after a few seconds, biting your lip lightly.

“That was.. nice..” You said, smiling slightly. He smiled back, nodding. It was nice. Your lips were so soft against his, and you tasted sweet.

“You taste sweet.” He responded. He furrowed his eyebrows slightly. Is that what you're supposed to say after kissing someone? He wasn’t sure. But you smiled.

“I just had some candy, so I think that makes sense.”

He nodded slightly before leaning in again, capturing your lips with his.

This time you pushed your tongue into his mouth slightly. The kiss was clumsy, but it became more passionate as you continued, your bodies pressing closer against each other as you kissed.

You broke apart from him to catch your breath.

“Are we making out?” You asked, eyes closed as you pressed your forehead against his.

“I think so. I’ve never made out with anyone before.” Spencer replied, panting lightly.

“Me neither.” You said before tilting your head lightly and pressing your lips against his again.

[son-of-a-ghost]

Care (Jeff the Killer x reader smut)

A/N Yeah, I haven’t written shit to post since early high school and I just graduated college.  This doesn’t make sense, but I had a good time writing it, so I’m sharing it with the void that is Tumblr.  Maybe someone will like it, idk.  

I am also aware that this is bad.  Shush.

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“Jeff, please!”

You called out, begging for him to slow down, but the killer didn’t slow down.  He kept up his brutal pace, pounding into your pussy with a vigor he usually reserved for murder.  Groans and growls escaped his lips, emanating from his chest.  

“Huh-huh too much!” you whined out again, and this time he snapped up his head to look into your eyes.  Piercing blue eyes clouded with lust stared deep into your soul, wild and out-of-touch with reality.  

Suddenly, it was like a switch flipped and he remembered where he was and who he was with.  He slowed his pace.

“Sorry, love, you just feel so good.  Do you need a break?”  He questioned, panting to regain his breath and composure.

You nodded a response, taking a deep breath of relief when he pulled out of you.  Every muscle ached and you had no idea how long you and him had been at it, you just know that it was becoming too overstimulating.  Jeff straddled your thighs, leaning down to kiss your lips, hands running through your hair to comb out any knots.  

Exhausted, you kiss him back, relaxing into his kisses and touch.  Despite how rough he can be during sex, these moments of kindness and compassion when he realizes he took it too far are part of what keeps bringing you back to his room night after night, begging for him to ravage you.  

Soon, your exhaustion took over your body and you fell asleep, Jeff still kissing your lips until he realized you were asleep.  He moved off your body to hold you while you slept, pulling a blanket up over both of you.  Subconsciously, you snuggled closer to him and he smiled; a real smile.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next night, Jeff wasn’t surprised to once again hear a quiet tapping at his door.  He already knew you were behind it, but what he wasn’t ready to see was instead of you being extremely turned on and needing him, your face was instead streaked with tears and you sniffled.

“What’s up?” he tried to casually say, but the concern colored his voice more than he would have liked to let on as he opened the door further to let you in.  

“LJ is a goddamn jerk, that’s what’s up,” you sniffled again.  

“He fucking stole my rabbit stuffed animal, and yeah, I know it’s so stupid to have it but forgive me that I have something from my childhood before this fucking place.  And he won’t give it back!”  Anger filled your voice as you relayed this short story to Jeff, plopping yourself onto his bed.  

He was a little stunned.  You had never come to him with a problem before.  Usually he saw you as a confident person who wasn’t afraid of any of the weirdos and demons that called the forest home.  Yet, here you sat in his bedroom, crying over a stuffed animal.  He was unsure of what to do, but what he did know was that this was something serious.  And he wasn't very good with seriousness.  

“Uh… uhm, do you want me to get you a new one?”  Jeff offered awkwardly.  In response, you wrapped your arms around yourself and hugged yourself.  A sniffle escaped your nose, followed by a quiet, “No.”  

Jeff walked to his bed and cautiously sat down next to you.  “Why can’t you get it back?  You’ve never been afraid of any of us before.”  

“I’m not fucking scared, I just can’t find it in LJ’s stupid carnival.  It could be anywhere.”  

Jeff felt the anger building in his chest that LJ had done something that had upset y/n so much.  He stood wordlessly and began walking towards the door.  “Wait, where are you going?” you called after him.  “Out,” was his one word response.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You sat in your room alone, watching the tree line outside the house for any animals.  You couldn’t sleep, you were still riled up from the events of the day and couldn’t stand the thought of trying to sleep without your stuffed rabbit.  Another sniffle held back another round of tears.  

Tap, tap, tap…

A light knocking sounded from your door.  You debated not answering it; you didn’t really want to see anyone right now.  But when the knocking came again, a little louder, you moved to open the door.  

Standing outside was Jeff, a little bloody, but gently carrying something behind his back.  Wordlessly, he revealed what he had been hiding.  

Your rabbit!

A huge smile overtook your face as you grabbed it and held it to your face.  It didn’t smell quite right anymore, but it was definitely your stuffed rabbit.  After hugging the rabbit, you hugged Jeff with an intensity he had never experienced from you.  

“Thank you,” you whispered into his ear.  

“No problem,” was his muffled response as he buried his face into your neck.  

This hug didn’t end quickly, and soon Jeff began kissing your throat, leaving nips where he knew your sensitive spots were.  You whined softly each time.  

Releasing him, you made eye contact with him and dragged him backwards into your room.  He shut the door behind him, especially as his dick started to swell and he could feel your heart rate pick up.  

Inside your room, you paused his advances to put your stuffed rabbit on a chair, off the bed.  You didn’t want your precious stuffed animal to be anywhere near the two of you while you were being ~intimate.~

Jeff grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him when you turned around, kissing you roughly.  You giggled.

“You didn’t rescue my rabbit to get in my pants, did you?”  You questioned him.  

“Of course not,” Jeff laughed back.  “I did it because I care for you and this is something you were upset about.  I knew it meant a lot to you.”  

“...you care for me?”  You repeated.  “You’ve never said that before.”  

“Oh.  You think I let you into my room every night and let you sleep in my bed with my blankets and I don’t care about you?”  He questioned, cocking an eyebrow.

“I guess… yeah, that is what I kind of thought.”  

He shook his head.  “If I didn’t care about you, I would at the least kick you out of my room after I was done fucking your brains out.  Or leave you high and dry.”  

You whined, pouting.  “Ah, shush, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he responded to your pouting.  “Now, lay down.  I need you,” he commanded, pushing you towards the bed.  You laid down, giggling the whole time.  

[shotoyami]

Can I request Scott summers x reader ( gender doesn't matter ) where Scott is reminiscing about his life with the reader. Scott and reader are bestfriends and have always been together as X-Men, they have never left eachother. As he is reminiscing he's like shoot I think I'm in love with my bestfriend.

Bro, what if we like…kissed right now? Wouldn’t that be, idk, crazy?

prenotes: first off: I’M IN LOVE WITH THIS, SOFT SCOTT OMGGGG!!!!

that aside, my absolute obsession for this man aside,

this request literally made my heart melt, imagining how silly and cliche it is to realize you’re in love with your best friend; literally one of my favorite troupes, hands down.

Thank you so much for the request, anon<3

pairing: Scott Summers + gender neutral reader

warnings: none, yet again!

genre: fluff, absolute filthy fluff– like, seriously, enough to make even the strongest man crumble and slam his fist to the ground

notes: as mentioned above, one of my favorite troupes. it’s everywhere in media, but you can’t help but squeal and kick your feet when you see it happening. I am but a simple human being, in love with the cutest, most sweetest concepts known to man. that aside, I hope everyone enjoys this one as much as I enjoyed writing!!!

word count: 700

Scott’s always deemed himself as awkward. Yeah, sure, it’s a pretty huge flaw of his, but everyone is awkward about something at some point. 

That being admitted, Scott fully understands that friends aren’t awkward with each other (at least, not from any experience of his). In fact, he finds himself quite content in his friendships, especially one with his best friend, (y/n). A silly little mutant, one that instantly clicked with him. It was refreshing to have someone that didn’t immediately smartass him. They’d always been so respectful of him and valued his say-so– it really didn’t come as a huge surprise to anyone that the two were fast friends.

It’s refreshing to have a best friend like (y/n), someone he can speak unfiltered to. For example, when he and Jean broke up (gosh, he’s cringing so hard at the memory– her admitting she’s leaving him for Logan of all people), (y/n) was the first to check up on him, and even did their best to keep his morale high.

Now, don’t get him wrong, Scott is no sort of rule breaker, not by a long shot, but who can say no to (y/n)’s pouting face when they asked him to sneak out one night and just…take a break from the mansion, from other mutants, for one night to just be at peace.

And he appreciated it a lot. It definitely helped. But, being around (y/n) in general is always so much fun, it’s almost upsetting when he has to retreat to his dorm for the night– well, unless they had an impromptu sleepover, set with a pillow fort and everything. 

To have someone understand him so well, someone he genuinely enjoys being around and listening to, from going on missions together, to just listening to them rant about whoever had annoyed them the most that day, even to just laying next to each other (not touching, of course, Scott prides himself on being extremely respectful of boundaries, thank you very much).

That all being said, Scott just couldn’t shake a growing feeling recently, one that made him stop and think about how he feels his best around his best friend. It’s like he’s been seeking their presence more and more recently– but he wouldn’t consider himself clingy? It’s all confusing, and a lot to digest, so he’s just pushed it aside.

But now, sitting in his dorm, lost in thought while still attentively nodding as (y/n) rambles about their latest annoyance (Gambit’s daily card trick that involved blowing up the fridge), Scott can’t help it as it hits him. The realization hits him hard– like a train carrying 5000 tons of freight had ran right into him. ‘Holy shit, I’m in love with my best friend.’ Scott stares blankly for a second. It all made so much sense now, the lingering touch they shared when passing an item to one another, the longing gaze that followed (y/n) any time they’d leave the general area.

“(y/n) I have something to tell you!” Scott blurts out, leaving the other person confused, though they tilt their head, urging him to continue since apparently it was important enough to interrupt them. “I think I like you- like, a lot, but I don’t want to jinx or ruin what we have, I value our friendship so much and-”

“Damn, that’s gay Scott.” ‘What? Is that really all they have to say?!’ Scott frowns a bit after hearing that response, it was unserious and clashing with him as if they think he’s joking or– “Alright, I’m chill with gay. Gimme a smooch, Scotty.” Though a bit caught off guard by the random nickname, Scott finds himself unable to argue, scooting closer to them and– hesitantly, looking for further consent– reaches to cup a hand against their cheek. He leans in and– god, it’s everything he’s ever wanted and more, so soft and full of feelings, a silent admission from their side of reciprocation. He finds himself chasing after the feeling of the kiss when they separate, which only causes (y/n) to giggle. “Gosh, desperate are we?”

“Only for you…”

[seneon]

Orter Mádl guy x reader

“have to get this off my chest, so i’m telling you today.” kinda shit but it’s him instead of reader :P

reader is a two liner but idk ya

HAUNTING THE HEART.

featuring. orter mádl x fem! reader — imagines.

genre. romance and a little argument cuz it's orter.

etc. something like enemies to lovers trope...

notes. he just like me fr, can't see without glasses. both are blind asses except i'm not gaara.

— orter mádl has always hated your living being from the very start ever since he laid eyes on you during the entrance exam. he simply thinks of you as a nuisance. nothing else but a bug that he would defeat. so why the change of heart when you lived as a normal mage student and he kept on annoying you?

— orter mádl couldn't exactly understand what he was doing either. he does not want anything to do with you. yet he kept going to you just to see your face which would twist into disgust the moment you saw orter. it was almost hilarious how it would always play out.

— orter mádl became a divine visionary only because you let him win. shame on orter, you managed to compress your second line right in your skin to hide the immense power that you have. but he knew you were doing this because you mentioned that you didn't want to be a divine visionary even if you were forced.

— orter mádl graduated high school and set his first step as an official divine visionary of the bureau of magic. but he saw that you are going the other path than he is. what a waste, he wouldn't be able to tease and annoy you anymore. he'll be sure to miss every moment.

— but wait . . . orter mádl keeps going to the library your family owns. he has no reason to go to a place full of magic books. he already knew every single magic there was. so why exactly did he found himself starting conversations with you all the time?

— orter mádl was confronted by ryoh grantz when he noticed the younger male facing a distress. ryoh told orter that he saw him going to the magic library quite the number of times and he always came out with a smile, which orter denied, and kept his fluster to himself. still, orter continued facing distress about you.

— orter mádl has made a decision. today, he will pay the library another visit just like any other day and push you into a corner.

"i'm telling you this today because i have to get it off my chest," orter said which made you raised a brow. you were just checking some book's pages with the divine visionary seated in front of you. he held a cup of coffee in his hands and fiddled with his wand in his other hand.

"tell me what?"

"you are annoying. you have been itching at the back of my mind every single day. it doesn't get any better the more i think about it. it's annoying. all i could think of was you. it's like you're haunting me and shit. would you stop making my heart beat abnormally fast?"

a scoff escaped from your lips as he raised a brow through his glasses. "what's so funny?" he adjusted his glasses.

"what's funny is, you just confessed your love to me. indirectly." you replied, going back to checking the pages before stamping the details. "it's cute."

— orter mádl flushed red at your words. confessed? his love? indirectly? there is just no way in heavens that orter have fallen in love with an old rival that he used to bully. but then again, that would actually make so much sense now.

— "it's fine, orter. i feel the same way. that's why i let you became a divine visionary," you slid a book to him. "a guide to romance. you might need it."

— why would orter mádl need a guide about romance? oh yeah, because he experienced his first romance with you.

[angvlface]

idk if this will make sense but reader coming from like an elite family. like the super rich popular families and reader meeting joel and he’s just like. a guy and they have to fuck on the low cause reader cant ruin her reputation 😢😢

18+ ,, face fucking .. joel says daddy.

Joel would be lying if he said he expected things to go this way. It was a mere few weeks ago when he received a house call to the large estate at the center of town. Broken down car, they told him. A simple fix, one that would barely take a few hours and have him leave with heavy pockets. The only reason people weren’t jumping at the job was because of the family behind the request.

They were by far the most annoying people in the town. Rich, stuck-up pricks who believed everyone was indebted to them because they gave supplies that allowed the town to build up. The founding family—or so they refer to themselves as.

Joel could give less of a shit about who they were. He could put up with any attitude if they paid him enough. And this family would. So he ignored all his friends warnings and took the job.

If only he knew the problem wouldn’t be the asshole father or snarky mother, but their promiscuous daughter.

You sauntered into the garage Joel was working in with your little skirt and frilly shirt. Batted your eyelashes at him, twirled some hair around your finger, leaned over just a little too far, ran a hand down his arm. You were dangerous, and he realized when his friends warned him to not take the job they were warning him of you.

Of those sultry eyes and tantalizing lips. Of your ability to get any man wrapped around your manicured fingers. Of your lack of care for what could happen to those men if they gave in to you.

And yet, Joel still fell for it.

His fingers were interlocked in your hair for the third time this week, guiding your head further down his shaft. Your swollen lips were suctioned around him, eyes peering up at him. He didn’t want to look away, scared you’d vanish from before him if he even blinked.

It was just too good to be true. Someone like you, prim and proper girl from the most influential family in town, on her knees with a mouth full of his cock. If only your asshole of a father could see you now.

Just the thought of it had Joel’s hips stuttering forward, his hands holding your head down. You didn’t fight it, not even when your eyes watered or the drool spilled from your lips. You took Joel fully, a tear sliding down your cheek as you gazed up with him with what Joel could only perceive as admiration.

“You’re takin’ me so well, darlin’,” Joel sighs, his head falling back.

He pulls back for just a moment before his hips shoot forward once more, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

“If only your daddy could see you now,” he mumbles, tugging at your locks. “On your knees, weeping for my cock.” The whine you let out sends vibrations through Joel, a guttural groan escaping him.

“Keep goin’ like that and I’m gonna cum,” he grunts. Your fingers dig into Joel’s thighs as your nose buries into his pubes.

Joel’s grunts bounce off the walls as his hips thrust in and out, your high pitched whines muffled by his cock. Then you’re grabbing him, keeping him down your throat as you gag around him. And Joel is cumming, groans falling from his parted lips as you take his load with ease.

You finally fall back onto your knees when just a speckle of his cum drips from your lips, watching in delight as Joel leans against the wall to catch his breath.

“I think you like the thought of my dad seein’ us,” you muse, Joel’s half-lidded eyes locking with yours. “You want my daddy to see me, his perfect daughter, fucking a lowlife like you. Ain’t that right, Joel?”

Joel smirks, the exhaustion he once exhibited vanishing. “You’re right, darlin’.” A wicked smile spreads on your lips as Joel steps toward you, backing you into a wall.

“I want you to tell everyone,” he drops to his knees in front of you, tossing one of your legs over his shoulder as his nose presses to the wet patch on your panties, “who is really your daddy.”

[hyperraduo22]

my dps roman empires

cuz i keep seeing those videos with my love mine all mine on my feed with consistently ugly-sob-inducing stories and roman empires so now i have this long list i wanna share

+ may include some little facts here and there for anyone new in the fandom

• anderperry’s entire relationship and dynamic

literally no explanation needed on why it’s the top of the list and the first thing i wrote down

the whole hourglass and icarus x the sun dynamics makes me sob every time without fail

someone rewrite the script so they have a happy ending please

also me: wym they already do?? they got married and went to new york??????

• charlie and neil :(((

• thinking about charlie’s experience and dealing with grief post-expulsion

• todd’s entire character

bro makes my quiet x anxious kid heart go brrr

like just thinking about the little implications of his behavior and what’s said about his brother in the script makes me wanna cry and scream and throw a tantrum

he really represents the epitome of all quiet shy kids out there and i really appreciate it

• dead poet’s society but from cameron’s perspective

i understand y’all wanting to punch and yell at him and show no forgiveness but i also think you should give a bit of sympathy for this kid

he doesn’t know any better just like charlie or any of the other poets

damn this movie does a great job of showing reality and the fact that there’s no real enemies

• dead poet’s society but from pitts’s perspective 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

like i’d pay to see this honestly

• pitts’s screen time :((((

my underrated boy :(((((

• pitts and cameron’s dynamic

i KNOW we see these two talking in the background and seeing him make cameron laugh and smile the most compared to everyone else

like??? i wanna see more?????

cameron being outwardly comfortable around someone finally???

• the fact that all the movie's events ensued as they’re all high schoolers

like idk if there’s a canonical age for any of them but whether they’re juniors or seniors the trauma is still the same

• the thoughts of the kids who stood up on their desks at the end of the movie

how are they dealing with keating being away now? how do they view life in general?? did they really appreciate keatings class???? would they join the dps if they had the chance???????

• hopkins’s portrayal

its kind of a 50/50 since bro barely has screen time, yet i see his character oftentimes being portrayed as the class asshole

i think it’s clear that him and his friends commit tomfoolery and are overall jerks but to think that he’s the more sensible, level-headed guy makes a lot of sense to me—kinda similar to charlie in a way

like he knows limits and when to not push them even if he doesn’t come off that way. all bro does is chill in class and stare off into the windows daydreaming (as shown in the whole ripping out the poetry intro scene). bro doesn’t wanna be there. he’s just chilling and honestly same💀

• spencer’s actual treatment in the movie

ik we love this man, and our headcanons (or at least what i’ve seen and my own for the most part) say that people treat him well but low key everyone be on his shit

like it brings up the question of whether or not this is considered bullying cause any scene i see he’s either blatantly shoved around or even the guys around him purposely steal his medicine and pass it around so he can’t have it (including stick participating in this)-

like i think there’s some limits to being a jerk and idk how spencer really feels throughout the movie cuz he’s a background character :////

• HANDSOME ASS BACKGROUND CHARACTERS AND THEIR SCREEN TIMES = UNFAIR! CRIMINAL !!!!!

• the fact that ginny’s character just gets completely cutout. like she has a few lines to begin with and then the movie comes out and she ends up being a non-speaking extra in the play like i’m- what happened???

• tina and gloria / girl characters portrayed in dps in general

let me explain cuz i love them but also feel bad for their characters

like low key they’re just used as experiments for the cave (implied by charlie in a deleted scene that wasn’t recovered although i think this part is in the original script as well if i remember correctly)

although he brings them back a second time in a deleted scene where they’re all dancing around outside of the cave on the night of the play only for him to make out with one of them in another deleted scene that wasn’t recovered… (( this was revealed in an old interview on someone working behind the scenes btw ))

so like i kinda feel bad for them. like y’all just there for show but i wish you had more lines and other purposes besides possibly not passing a bechdel test ://////

^ lowkey this same concept is kinda seen with chris’s character too. like all she’s there for is a romantic interest for knox. like cmon now she’s one of the main female characters and THIS is what she gets. i wanna know more about my girl chris!!!!

and i kind of understand why it’s set up this way since y’know it’s an all male boarding school in the 1950s—how do you fit female characters in and how are they viewed? it’s not the greatest setup of all time

• ANDERPERRY DELETED SCENE ON THE DOCK NOT MAKING IT INTO THE FILM LIKE OUT OF ALL DELETED SCENES THAT ONE IS THE REALLY IMPORTANT ONE !!!!!!!!!!!!!

• the deleted scene of the poets carrying neil’s coffin 🚶‍♂️

like goodbye. doors closed. tears shed.

kinda glad it’s not in the movie cuz i would’ve sobbed uncontrollably even more than neil’s death

• todd’s poem

another deleted scene that really rearranges my internal organs

the fact that him reading this poem was supposed to be in tandem/include shots with neil’s death-

why do the writers want us to cry rivers?????

BUT ALSO ITS FUNNY ASF IF YALL WATCH THIS DELETED SCENE WHEN TODD IS TELLING THEM WHAT TO REPEAT BETWEEN VERSES, ONE OF THE POETS GOES “what??🤨”

I’M SORRY TODD IK YOURE TRYING BUT THAT LITTLE AIRHEADED ASS “what?” IS SO FUNNY TO ME

• the fact that in the very first version of the script, keating was supposed to have cancer

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS UNTIL LAST MINUTE

LIKE Y’ALL ADMITTED THAT YOU WANTED TO HAVE A SCENE OF KEATING DYING IN A HOSPITAL AND WERE PONDERING ON WHETHER HIS CHARACTER SHOULD HAVE A FATAL ILLNESS FOR THREE DAYS ?!?!?

thank god y’all made the right decision and rewrote the script to take that out

[beebeetheclown]

High by the Beach Pt. 2

This one shot takes place in s1e8🤭

Tags: contains smut, threesome f/m/m

Uhh.. idk enjoy? Lol.

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“Fuck, Ketamine? Coke? Just get me something man alright?” Kendall says to Greg as they walk down the hallway of the underground club.

You are hooking arms with Kendall as the two of you continue to follow Greg down the hall.

“Alright, just- where.. where can I get that exactly?”

Kendall stops and looks up at Greg, “Figure it out bro, I need some. Get back to me in five yeah?” He replies. Before Greg can say anything else, Kendall pats him on the arm then continues to walk down the hall with you.

The two of you planned on either getting super drunk or getting high. You both had the night off work, it was your break. You’ve both had a stressful two weeks and needed to feel “alive” again. Even though it meant that the next day the two of you would be laying in bed feeling like shit, it needed to be done. The both of you were losing your sense of thought tonight.

He kisses the side of your head and soon, the two of you are in this small little closed off dark purple lit room. There’s a couple of other people in the room as well, but he takes your hand and pulls you towards a couch that sat in the corner of the room.

“How are you feeling so far?” He asks you with a grin. You hadn’t taken any kind of drug yet but this was the last time he’d probably be able to ask you before the two of you were high out of your minds.

“Good.” You smile, “I feel good.”

He hums in satisfaction then brings his lips closer to yours, “That’s good.” He kisses your lips, “Can I just say this?”

You chuckle then kiss him again, not caring if anyone could see the two of you. “You can say anything you want Kendall.”

“I can’t wait to get high with you. Fucking you while I’m high is like- it’s fuckin’ unreal.”

You chuckle at his stupid little reply. “It’s unreal is it?” You tease.

“I just can’t find the words for it.” He laughs, “I can’t focus when you look this fucking good.”

You smile then lick his top lip. Before you can lick it again to tease him, his lips are on you. The kiss is sloppy and filled with need.

As you continue to kiss him, Stewy’s voice makes you pull away,

“Well, this isn’t something I see often.” He jokes “Kidding, I see it all the time. Exactly how high are the two of you right now?”

Kendall laughs, “We’re not high at all yet actually. Greg is supposed to come and give us something,”

“Greg? Oh I’m sorry, you hired Greg to get you something?” Stewy can’t help but laugh. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”

You decide to join in on the conversation, “Well, unless you’re going to get us something, Greg is our choice. Who knows, maybe he’ll bring us back the sickest coke ever.”

Kendall chuckles and kisses the side of your head, “She’s right man. Unless you have,”

Kendall doesn’t finish his sentence as Stewy throws a small bag of white powder on the table in front of the two of you.

You both look down at it and you huff out an excited chuckle.

“Look at that, Stewy saves the day.” You say.

He smiles then comes to sit next to Kendall.

“You can have it, it’s my treat.” Stewy replies.

“You don’t want any of this?” Kendall asks as he begins to open the bag and pours it on the table.

“No, I’m good man. Just share some with your girlfriend, yeah?”

Kendall uses his credit card to create small lines on the table. Soon, you and Kendall are inhaling coke together, finally getting what you both needed tonight.

When you both finish inhaling, you both laugh together.

“Fuck I needed this.” Kendall says and kisses your lips, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

“Hey come on now, let me join in on the fun yeah?” Stewy jokes.

Kendall pulls away from you to speak, “You’re gonna have to find another hot bitch cause this one’s already taken.” He laughs.

“I mean, it’ll be hard to top that. You’re expecting to have her to yourself when she’s wearing that? You expected no other man in this club to have his eyes on her?”

“Sure, they can look at her. You can look at her too I don’t give a fuck. But uh, they can’t have her.” He replies then looks at you, “Hey, we should put one of those fucking signs on you from those art galleries saying ‘please don’t touch the art work.’ That’s a damn good idea no?” He laughs.

You can’t help but laugh back, “You’re such an idiot.” You tease.

Before you can say anything else, Greg approaches the three of you and stops to stand in front of the table.

“Greg my man, you’re back!” Kendall says, “And? What do you have for me?”

Greg fidgets with his fingers then puts his hand through his hair, “Well um, I met this super cool guy and… here, just take it.”

In Greg’s hand, he holds out this little thing of Saran Wrap pulled together and sealed with a hair elastic. It was a small DIY-looking bag of coke.

You stare at the “bag” for a while, confused on what you are seeing before letting out a loud laugh. Stewy and Ken laugh along.

“W-what? It’s what you wanted, no?”

Kendall continues to laugh then speaks, “Greg, what the fuck is that?”

“It’s… it’s coke. You wanted it didn’t you?”

“Uh yeah, I wanted coke, not some hand crafted bullshit.” He chuckles, “I mean, what the hell even is that? Who- who gave you that?”

“He’s really cool, okay?” Greg replies then smiles when he remembers the guy, “He actually had this like Hawaiian shirt on, except instead of all the Hawaiian flowers, they were all pictures of cats!”

You let out another laugh and speak, “Okay so this guy is a psycho? Yeah, I’m not inhaling that. It’ll probably kill me.”

“Yeah man, how about you keep it to yourself. We’re good.” Kendall replies.

“What- hey, I went through a lot to get this okay?”

“Oh, I’m sure you did. But like, fuck off alright? Go dance or… drink, I don’t know, go have fun Greggy. And take your arts and crafts coke with you.”

Greg decides to not say anything else and just turns and walks away, now stuck with suspicious coke in his pocket.

“And that’s the guy you hired to get you drugs?” Stewy jokes before standing, “Hey well, I'm gonna go get a drink. You two are now free to do whatever your heart's desire.” He smiles then turns and walks away.

You turn and look at Kendall before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your one leg on his lap.

“I think, I either want more drugs… or I want you to fuck me.” You admit.

This makes him grin, he brings his hand to touch your leg, rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“Oh I think I like both of those options. Which one do you choose? Which one do you need more huh?”

You lean in to whisper in his ear, “I think… I think I want you to fuck me Kendall. I can’t help it, you just look so hot. I’ve been wanting it ever since we got here.”

“That’s funny, cause so have I.” He replies. “You know, I was hoping to at least be able to last a few more hours before taking you back to the condo and fucking you all night, but if you’re gonna be so impatient about it, I guess I can give it to you now.”

And before you know it, you are following him through the crowd with a grin on your face and you make it to a small little bathroom. It wasn’t anything special. I mean, it was a club washroom. Of course you’d pick his bed over this, but you needed him to fuck you so badly, you didn’t care where you were.

“Fuck me over this counter Kendall.” You whine, “I need you right fucking now.” You pull your panties down so that they are at your ankles and bend over the counter.

He can’t help but let out a laugh, “God, you are so pathetic for me when even on the tiniest bit of coke.”

“Kendall, stop with your teasing and just fuck me.”

And soon, you are taking him in the club's small washroom, not caring how loud you were being since the music was loud enough to cover your pathetic noises. You cried out little praises for him, telling him how good it was and called out his name. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to finish. You just clean yourself up and take his hand and walk back out into the club. The both of you had the biggest grins on your face, satisfied at the outcome.

About 15 minutes pass and you both come across Stewy again. “Hey, I hope you didn’t get up to too much trouble.” He says over the loud music, “Look what I’ve got you two.” He says and hands over another small bag of coke.

“No fucking way!” You say in excitement, but before you can grab it, he pulls his hand away.

“Ah ah, not so fast. I have a deal for you alright?”

“Okay?” You reply curiously as Kendall hugs you from behind, listening to what Stewy has to say.

“I’ll give the two of you this coke, only if you let me join the two of you tonight.”

Kendall just nods his head and chuckles. You knew what Stewy meant but you decide to ask, “Join us?”

“Yeah sweetheart. Don’t tell me you don’t remember that time maybe four months back? When I had you on my couch… Kendall behind and,”

“Yeah, yeah I remember. How could I forget such a thing?” You reply.

“Well, how about we do something like that again? It was fun right?”

You turn your head to look at Kendall, he just shrugs before speaking his opinion, “I mean, if it’s to get more drugs why not?”

You smile, satisfied with his answer. To be honest with yourself, you were hoping that this idea would come up again. You thought about that night where you had the both of them a lot. You’d love to do it again.

You turn back to face Stewy. “Alright, you have a deal.”

Stewy grins and hands you the coke, “I’m glad sweetheart. Who knows, maybe Ken and I can make it better than last time?”

“Oh, I’d love to see what you slutty men can come up with this time.” You tease then open the small bag. You turn around so you are facing Kendall and he still has his arms wrapped around you.

Stewy watches and waits patiently as the two of you take turns rubbing coke on each other's gums.

“I think I’m going to take the two of you back to my place, it’s quieter there.”

Kendall kisses your neck, his light facial hair scratching your skin, as you turn to face Stewy, “Alright, if that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, that’s what I want. So let’s go, I’ve got my ride out waiting for us.”

“Already?” You ask, “You are so desperate for us that you get a driver that fast?”

“Well, I actually texted him about ten minutes ago, I was planning on leaving alone earlier. But I saw you two so I thought to ask if you were both slutty enough to come with me. I guess you are huh?” He teases.

You take Kendall’s hand in yours as you follow Stewy out of the club and towards the car.

When you’re climbing in the car, you are second to go in, meaning you would sit between the two of them the whole way there.

As the car starts moving, Stewy is the first to speak, “We are really doing this again?” He laughs in excitement.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” You reply then look at Kendall, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling as if I can’t believe you’re in this car with us, wanting to get fucked again even after taking me in that little washroom.”

Oh, the poor innocent driver, having to listen to this conversation.

Stewy raises his eyebrows, “You really took her in that tiny washroom?” He laughs, “That’s a little low for someone like the two of you, no? I expected you to only fuck in high rated luxurious places.” He teases, “Can’t be one of your proudest moments can it? Fucking in a club washroom. That’s honestly hilarious, cute but hilarious.”

Kendall chuckles lowly then puts his hand on your thigh. “Well, it isn’t really my style, no. But, I’d do anything for her.”

You just look over at him and smile, and Stewy just chuckles a little and speaks again,

“Awe, how romantic. You’d do anything for your girl even if that means to fuck her in a germ infested club washroom. How adorable.”

“You’d do the same Stewy,” he replies and keeps his hand on your thigh before he leans in to kiss your neck.

When Kendall has his face in the crook of your neck, Stewy brings his hand to sit on your other thigh while his foot wraps around yours to pull your legs further apart.

With the both of their hands on your thighs, with Kendall’s teeth nibbling your neck, you can’t help but let out a quiet moan.

“Look at you, already getting excited,” Stewy says into your ear, “can I kiss your girl on the cheek Kendall?”

“Go ahead, I’m sure she’d love that,” Ken replies, “wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Stewy wastes no time on kissing you cheek. He kisses it a couple of times before also moving down to your neck. You close your eyes and push your lips together, fighting another moan from falling out of your mouth.

Kendall was nibbling your neck and squeezing your thigh in his hand while Stewy just kept his hand still, licking your neck before kissing it softly.

The two of them were doing different things to you, both turning you on in different ways. Kendall turned you on by how needy and rough he was being. Stewy turned you on by being the opposite, being gentle with you.

You’re unsure what to do with your hands, you didn’t know whether to grab their hands or keep them gripping the edge of the car seat. You finally decide to put your hands on their thighs, one on Kendalls and one on Stewys.

You run your hands up and down their clothed thighs, squeezing them gently every so often.

The feeling of your hand groping Kendall’s thigh makes him groan impatiently and he brings his hand higher, close to your cunt. His pinky finger was so close to your clit and it makes you whisper out his name in a warning,

“Kendall,” you breath out but bring your one hand now up to Stewy’s hair so he isn’t missing out. “I- I can’t.”

The driver then turns up the radio a little, which makes you chuckle and feel bad for the poor man. You decide that you take your hands to remove theirs from your thighs, “Let’s behave ourselves yeah?” You say and chuckle.

They both pull their mouths away from your neck now, “Oh I’m sorry, was that too much for you to handle?” Stewy teases.

“Oh no, not at all. Don’t be too over your head, I can handle so much more. I just want to wait till we get to your house is all.”

They both let out a low chuckle.

And soon, the car comes to a stop in front of Stewy’s house. You honestly had no idea what surprises they may pull on you, but you weren’t at all nervous, you were excited out of your mind.

“Are you excited baby?” Kendall asks with a grin.

“Yes.” You reply softly. He lets out a little laugh then picks you up and carries you towards Stewy's front door.

When the three of you are finally inside, you are still in Kendall’s arms and you don’t say anything but smile, waiting to see what happens next.

Stewy is the first to speak when the door closes, “Well, I can think of a few ideas for what happens next. Kendall, will you set her on the couch, I want to share my ideas… but would hate to ruin the surprise.” He says as he looks over at you.

Kendall just grins over at him then carries you over to the couch and sets you down gently. “Behave yourself.” He teasingly whispers before walking over to speak to his best friend.

You can’t help but giggle quietly as the two of them speak quietly together. You just thought it was so silly how you were sitting on the couch, watching your boyfriend and his best friend talk about how they were both going to take you.

When they finish, Stewy looks over at you, “What are you being all giggly about?”

“Nothing.”

“Awe how cute, I think she’s excited for us again Ken, just like last time.”

Kendall chuckles, “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

The two walk over to you and look down at you sitting on the couch.

“Do you want to know the idea I’ve shared with your boyfriend?” You nod your head, waiting for him to continue. “Since Kendall is still not wanting me to fuck you properly because he doesn’t like to share, we each get three minutes to taste you, and whoever makes you finish first… wins.”

You can’t help but laugh “What is this some sort of fucked up challenge for the two of you?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Stewy replies, “So, unless you have something better in mind, I’d like to get this little game started.”

“Is that something you're up for baby?” Kendall asks you. Before answering you stand up to remove your panties so you are now only left with your top and skirt on.

“Yes.” You reply quietly.

“Want to flip a coin on who gets to go first?” Stewy suggests. Kendall can’t help but laugh a little.

“You want to flip a coin on who gets to eat her out first? This is ridiculous.” He laughs. “But alright sure, why not?”

“Heads or tails pretty boy?”

“Heads.”

Stewy flips the coin up with his thumb before catching it in his one hand and placing it on the back of his other hand. When he reveals it, it’s on tails.

“Damn, tough luck my man. Looks like I get her first.”

You chuckle, “I have to say, this is probably the weirdest and kinkiest thing I have ever done.”

“Yeah? I’m honestly shocked that this is your kinkest.” Stewy teases while looking at the two of you, “But casual sex is boring. We all agree, right?”

“Not all the time it’s not, no.” You reply, “But I can agree that stuff like this is more fun.”

“Good, because what I want now is for you to sit between Kendall’s thighs while I taste you.”

You and Kendall smile at each other before doing what Stewy assigned you to do. You sit in front of Kendall on the couch so your back is against his chest, your legs are spread open for his best friend who’s on his knees in front of you.

The difference between Kendall and Stewy wasn’t a lot. During sex, they both liked to pleasure their woman, but Stewy was more teasing than Kendall was; Stewy was more gentle. Kendall would tease you often, but he wouldn’t be able to tease you for long before he needed you himself. He also always tended to be more rough with you rather than gentle, only on special occasions would he make love to you rather than fuck you and be gentle and slow, needing to take his time with you.

“Start the clock.” Stewy jokes. Well, you thought he was joking, but Kendall and Stewy deadass had one of their phones open on the timer app, setting it at three minutes.

When Kendall starts the timer, his best friend immediately begins to kiss your inner thigh. He didn’t want to just fuck you with his tongue just like that, he needed to warm you up first, needed to get you more turned on.

As he continues to kiss and nibble your thigh, getting closer and closer to your cunt, you lean your head back so it’s on Kendall's shoulder. Kendall takes his hands and lightly plays with your breasts through your shirt.

“You better not cum for him.” He whispers in your ear, “You better be good and not let yourself come undone on my best friend's face.” He was challenging you. You can’t help but close your eyes and let out a whimper as you take one of your hands to set it on the back of Kendall’s head.

“What if I want to?” You tease.

Stewy then brings his lips to your clit and kisses you softly.

“Don’t you dare.” Kendall growls.

Stewy now begins to now go a little faster since he was under a time limit. He begins to add his tongue in the mix.

You gasp and then let out a shaky, breathless moan.

“Oh, Kendall, his mouth feels so good on me.” You breathe out, grinding your hips into Stewy’s mouth. It was true, he worked you well with his tongue, but you also loved to tease your boyfriend and make him jealous.

“Yeah?” He questions, squeezing your breasts harder now, “You think so?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Stewy grabs your ankles and puts your legs over his shoulders and fucks you with his tongue, leaving kisses on you over and over before going back to using his tongue, his soft facial hair tickling your inner thighs.

As you continue to grind your hips back and forth, your ass would brush against Kendall’s clothed crotch. You could feel how hard he was getting. You moan out before taking your hand off of the back of his head to bring it to slide in his pants. As soon as he realises what you're trying to do, he lets out a groan and undoes his pants to make it easier for you.

You spit on your hand then bring it back down to wrap it around his half-hard member and begin to stroke him. He lets out another sound and soon, he is fully hard in your hand.

Listening to Kendall’s sounds and having Stewy’s tongue fuck you, you can’t help but let out a loud moan.You bring your free hand to go through Stewy’s hair. This was most definitely the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done.

“Don’t you dare cum baby. I mean it.” Kendall grunts out.

“Try and stop me then.” You reply and let out another whimper.

You look down at the phone screen beside you; Stewy still has a minute and twenty seconds left. You honestly didn’t know if you could last that much longer. You arch your back and continue to stroke Kendall and tighten your grip on Stewy’s hair.

When Stewy brings his lips to your clit and nibbles down lightly, you can’t hold back and you are so close to the edge.

“I’m right there Ken. Fuck I’m so close baby.”

Stewy chuckles in satisfaction and keeps on going, his chuckle vibrates through you.

“No, don’t you even think about it. Don’t you,”

With the clock now at forty seconds left, you cry out a pathetic noise as your second orgasm of the night hits you. You remove your hand from Kendall’s cock to let it join your other hand in Stewy’s hair and tug lightly as you bring his face closer to you.

He licks you clean before pulling his face away. He has a satisfied grin on his face. “Look at that, I still have about thirty seconds to spare.”

You catch your breath and grin up at him before turning your body to face Kendall. He is putting his cock back in his pants even though he was still so painfully hard for you. “I told you I didn’t want you to cum for him. Get up.” He orders, “It’s my fucking turn with you.”

When you stand up, Kendall also stands before looking at Stewy, waiting for him to sit down on the couch with you. Stewy can’t help but chuckle,

“Damn Ken, I just gave your girl an orgasm and you’re not even going to let her catch her breath?” He jokes.

“No, she doesn’t deserve to get a break.” He replies and looks over at you, “Sit down, spread your legs.”

You look over at Stewy and he just looks at you before shrugging with a smile and takes Kendall’s place, sitting down so he can be behind you.

Kendall doesn’t waste another second. As soon as you’re sitting down, he pulls your legs apart and his mouth is on your cunt immediately.

“God, your boyfriend is so impatient when he’s jealous.” Stewy says, but he doesn’t even bother to restart the timer. He just wanted you to enjoy your boyfriend’s mouth, no matter how long you needed it for.

Kendall didn’t even care about this “challenge” anymore. All he cared about was getting you to cum quicker for him. He wanted to prove to you that he was the best one for you. That he could fuck you best, whether if it was with his tongue, fingers or his cock. He needed you to know that nobody else could do it like him. He needed to be the best… just like he always did for everything.

He fucks you with his tongue harder than his best friend did. He had eaten you out many times so he knew exactly how you liked it.

You begin to moan out, you were much more sensitive now since you came literally thirty seconds ago. You begin to bring your one hand down to Stewy’s crotch, as you wanted to do the same with him since it was only fair, but he pulls your hand away,

“No, no sweetheart. Don’t worry about me. Just focus on Kendall.” He says in your ear, “Focus on his mouth on you. How does it feel?”

“Good. It feels… good.” You whimper out.

“Yeah? Do you like when Ken eats your pussy like this?”

“Fuck… yes.” You bring your head down to look at Kendall’s face in between your thighs.

“What else do you like Kendall to do to you huh?”

“I- I like it when he… when he fucks me with his fingers.” You whisper.

“Don’t tell me that, tell him.”

You can’t help but whimper before you speak again, “I like it when you use your fingers on my Kendall.” Hearing you say this makes him groan into your pussy. “And I love it when you… fuck me Kendall. No one can do it like you can.”

“There you go. Keep telling him that, let him know that you mean it sweetheart.”

“Only you know how to fuck me the way I want it Kendall, only you.”

Kendall moans into you.

“I’m all yours Kendall, all fucking yours.” This is the last thing you say before you are cumming again, for a third time. Kendall doesn’t remove his mouth from you until you are fully over your orgasm. He kisses your clit softly a couple of more times before standing back up.

“I think that was better than last time.” Kendall says as he grins in satisfaction.

“Oh, one hundred percent.” His best friend replies. “How do you feel sweetheart?”

You smile, “Good. I feel good.”

[peachysunrize]

This episode really pissed me off. They marketed the heck out of Ewan only to show him for a bunch of seconds. No reaction from Aemond to his mother and sister just getting caught in the middle of the riot. No interaction between Aemond and Alicent. No Haelena at all. Barely Aegon. I won’t even mention the idiocy of the Queen Mother wandering around the woods with a single guard and no one giving a shit. The only point of those scenes is showing Olivia in a wet nightgown. And we got more of the rivermen! They might as well change the title to Houses of the Riverlands, considering how much screentime this snoozefest of a storyline got. I’m still waiting for some of the common folk of King’s Landing to realize that they’re starving because of Rhaenyra’s blockade, not because of the Greens. And what about her standing on a balcony watching people get roasted by the dragon, and Hugh agrees to support her? Like, what? Jace is the only one with any common sense there and of course he gets belittled for it. In the end Aemond is right not to engage in a battle against 3 dragons, but the scene is structured in a way to highlight girlboss Rahenyra, who apparently forgot that she just let dozens of people burn to death. Sorry for the rant, but I had high expectations for this episode and I’m really upset 😭

Oh no baby it’s okay!!!!! Rant as much as you want!! I’m just as frustrated as you and I’m sure many people are the same.

Unfortunately with all the hype this episode got before the airing, I had high hopes as well. Many sources said the best episode of the season, 10/10 ratings etc etc and what we got was… so idk messy? Boring? I liked a few scenes ngl but the heavyyyy leaning towards Team Black is so annoying. Team Green had what 10mins from 67mins total! No Helaena, no good Alicent dialogues, NO GWAYNE AND CRISTON!!! Not even two minutes of Aemond.

Jace, my new favorite!! I absolutely love how level headed he is! He is spitting facts left and right and Rhaenyra just doesn’t get it. She tries her best to gaslight him but he has none of it! Handsome with an actual brain.

The last scene is kind of ridiculous if you ask me especially Rhaeyra’s smirk like girl you just had dozens of people killed by a wild beast… be sensible please. Although they really gave her the girlboss move, I desperately hope they give her more flaws!!! Talking about the gods and not letting people out of there when Vermithor was cooking everyone while she was safe and guarded was good!!! MAKE HER INTERESTING PLZ!!!

I’ve talked about this before but I’ll say it again. I totally agree with how shitty they used us to get views and hype for the series. They saw how popular Aemond/Ewan got and they used it for their advantage and gave us absolutely NOTHING in return.

And ngl it feels like they’ve showed all of Aemone’s scenes in the finale episode with the promo video🤦🏼‍♀️

[evrensadwrn]

General head canons about (any) John Wick characters?

-🧸

buckle up buddy this is really long this is like several months of me stealing hcs from my friends collecting hcs over the months

Vincent calls his cat Lacey “mon coeur” like she’s actually his daughter (which she is)

^ He also calls Chidi “mon coeur”

^^ It creates silly moments with Lacey and Chidi

Helen and John had a road trip across the US once and were literally drained for a month

Iosef had an emo phase

^ Kirill and Viggo had to live through that. It was the funniest shit they’ve ever seen

While not directly related, Helen is related to Winston. Up to you how

Happy pride month to Helen and John who are pan x bi

Vincent is pretentious and thinks modern books suck

^ He reads L’Oiseux Bleu by Madame D’Aulnoy every night because none of his parents ever read him a bedtime story and he wants some semblance of normalcy

Santino thinks making threats is the funniest shit ever

^ He did this to Gianna once and she beat his ass

^^ He still does it just not to Gianna

Katya needs glasses she just refuses to wear them💀💀

Perkins and Addy are ex girlfriends from high school

Kirill could fuck up several grapes if he was given them

^ Actually add oranges to that

Gianna and Cassian know each other so well they can communicate and just gestures and they’ll know what the other means

Ares is Russian-Italian, my brother assumed she was both so now I’m taking that head canon from him

Akira knows three languages; Japanese, English, and Cantonese <- but she’s still learning that last one

Mia learned how to play multiple instruments but none really echoed with her before she picked up the violin

^ Her violin has a name and it’s named Berry

Seeing Ares’ notes app is like seeing hell’s gates open and unleashing it’s fiery misery upon your eyes

Kirill and Ares are friends

^ They met when Ares was a hitwoman living in New York before Santino hired her

Gianna is the silent type when she gets angry, like she’ll start ignoring people when she’s totally pissed off

Avi and Kirill are sort of friends (well, work buddies. they share one common enemy: the entire Tarasov family)

Adjudicator had no problem with their parents

^ They’re just autistic

^^ They’re the second most normal person in the entire High Table’s office

Speaking of HT Office, these are the people included! ↴

Gianna, Santino, Adjudicator, WUXIA DJ, Harbinger, and Vincent

^ No, it is not a safe office

Iosef’s love language is bullying ❤️

DJ and Vincent used to date for a while and they liked to photograph each other

^ Each other’s muse (DJ with songs, Vincent with poetry)

Sofia actually has more dogs and cats that roam near the premises of the Casablanca Continental

^ Mostly stray cats

Cassian and Ares, when interacting each other, actually have a better relationship than Gianna and Santino

Helen watches millennial white woman shows

^ John watches them with her

Kirill and Avi had to drive Iosef to school

^ Neither of them wanted to

^^ Unfortunately it was mostly Kirill

Chidi is a passenger princess survivor when, in the rare case, Vincent drives

Gianna’s love language is gift giving but in the sense Cassian doesn’t even realize Gianna has given him one until later

^ She slips on a watch while he’s busy and he didn’t even realize it

Surprisingly, Iosef has done absolutely no drugs in his life

^ Unless you count weed, but that wouldn’t be drugs more like substances??

Santino owns an estate in Croatia (for @bluelolblue 💗)

Adjudicator is from Oregon idk they just give that vibe to me tbh

^ Vincent HATES every other part of the USA (#frenchman) but because he’s genuinely friends with Jude, he wouldn’t mind going to see Oregon

Iosef thinks Kirill is so cool and looks up to him

^ But if you ask him, he’ll call Kirill a little bitch

Gianna’s haircare is like really long and she started this since she was 12 so Santino had to wait an hour for her to finish

Adjudicator and Vincent are YSL Connoisseurs

^ Gianna, Adjudicator, Vincent, and DJ all have Louboutins

^^ So does Helen based on that one picture of Bridget Moynahan that I saw on tumblr

Iosef didn’t know how to tie shoelaces and Kirill did them for him

^ Mainly because Viggo told him to do it

Vincent struggles with some english words and will start getting pissed off if someone points it out (his ego is too big)

Sofia’s daughter’s name is Inara, meaning “shining light”

Gianna and Santino went to the same private school and they were both loners

^ However both of them had a small group of friends they regularly hung out with

Iosef thinks scaring Kirill is the funniest shit ever an it has never once worked

^ Kirill has gotten used to getting jumped he was literally in 80’s crime infested New York

Helen was learning Russian with John

^ She was around B1 level Russian as John helped her

Vincent reverts back to Catholicism just to inconvenience people

Ares wears those types of socks with a silly pattern just because she can

Viggo and Abram grew apart as time went on

Caine and Mia go out for dad-daughter bonding activities almost every weekend

^ Usually bowling or walking around a park

Grigoriy “Grisha” Izmailov is now a character in John Wick ( source here )

^ I don’t know his fandom just believe me on this trust🙏

Katya gets sick easily

Kirill almost drank the lethal dosage of caffeine once

^ Avi started getting fucking scared when he saw the effects

Katya was there at John’s wedding and she couldn’t stop crying because Helen was so nice to her

^ “can you live in Germany instead☹️”

Adjudicator had nothing to do as a kid so they ended up just making loads of bracelets for fun

^ They still do and it’s the most fun they have in the office

Yk what fuck it aspec time

Katya is an ace-lesbian

Mia is bi-ace

Tracker is aro-pan

Jude is aroace

^ Okay done

Adjudicator and Harbinger and related don’t ask how

Gianna’s favorite book is Il fu Mattia Pascal by Luigi Pirandello

The HT office starts clutching their pearls ties when they see someone with a shit outfit

^ Except for Harbinger, who isn’t dramatic

^^ And Adjudicator but they’d be upset

Gianna took cello lessons as a kid and Santino bullied her for her big ass instrument

^ His dad made him play cello afterwards

Koji and Akira cook together

^ It ends up with Koji not letting Akira touch anything and only lets her turn on the stove and stir things

If Chidi mentions something he likes, Vincent will start buying it for him

Ares is selectively mute

Vincent has more female friends than male ones because he’s a queer

Gianna and Santino are good at singing

Ares is genderfluid and uses any pronouns

Helen had a daisy tattoo in her inner forearm and then got a rose one layered over it when she married John

^ John also has a rose tattoo (they’re matching)

Caine is ridiculously fast at running

^ Mia inherited that

If Iosef has nothing to do, he goes to Kirill and forces video game knowledge onto him

HT Office has a shared playlist and it’s the worse combination of songs known to man

^ Santino deliberately encouraged employees to add bad songs

^ DJ has the best songs on that playlist btw

Chidi and Vincent have something in common which is fucking hating reptiles

^ They see one and start backing the fuck up

John Wick is autistic

Helen knows how to play guitar

Tell me to make a part 2 because I have so much more but I think Chad Stahelski is knocking at my door as we speak

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Okay so I honestly haven’t been active on tumblr in forever. But if I’m ever thinking of star wars, I like to take a peek at your blog because I feel like you are one of the few who loves Luke as much as I do. But what I want rn is to give my two cents on this whole acolyte thing. And I hope you don’t think I am trying to come at/attack you or anything of the sort. This is just my (somewhat complicated?) take on things. Sorry if this gets super long. I have many thoughts. And I hope I don’t confuse at all while trying to explain! Unfortunately, I’m not very eloquent lol. Anyway:

Personally? I’m kinda intrigued by the Osha/Qimir dynamic. And this is coming from someone who honestly severely disliked the sequels—especially kylo and reylo (but a lot of it was due to fandom bs as well). I mean, I’ll admit some of it is due to my own bias because this time around I’m glad both of the actors are hot and they are both absolutely acting their asses off. And maybe there hasn’t been enough for you in the show (I get it tbh, the episodes are short and there’s only so much you can do with 8 episodes and this is honestly a problem with D+ and a lot of streaming services now), but I can see what Leslye was aiming for with the dynamic. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon is one of my fave movies so I definitely see the influence. But Headland did also point out that a lot of enemies to lovers is about one character going “I know there’s good in you!” or what the hell ever—and Osha didn’t do that. That’s something I can appreciate whereas in TLJ it seemed like Rey was all about freaking Kylo and was convinced there was still good in him even though the literal day before he had nearly killed both her and Finn.

I do disagree about there being no manipulation, though. Qimir IS being honest and vulnerable, but clearly he hopes to gain something with Osha from that. But whereas I didn’t buy any of it with Rey and Kylo, I can see how and why Osha might fall to the dark side. She is clearly conflicted about everything from her emotions to her very own identity. But Qimir is offering her a sense of clarity about that AND on her past. Osha loves and admires Sol deeply of course, but he has obviously been keeping something huge from her. And if it turns out he was majorly involved with whatever happened to her coven, it makes sense that Osha would then embrace whatever negative emotions that are brewing within her (even if Sol was slightly less involved the fact that he knew and never told her should rightfully make her angry). It will obviously destroy whatever faith she had left in the Jedi, but imo she might begin to question how it makes the Jedi any different from Qimir.

And now that I’ve explained that, I also wanted to say how I felt about some of the discourse. Fandom feuds are always annoying, but now that I’m essentially on the other side...? I’ve gotta say I am low-key offended and high-key pissed over it. I mean, if ppl don’t like Qimir or the relationship between him and Osha—fine. But I’ve seen some absolutely disgusting comments over this. Like someone on twitter (who ss a post of yours too) who was calling Leslye Headland’s lesbianism into question. Like idc if you don’t like the ship but there is literally no need for discussing her sexuality like that just because she likes a problematic ship you hate (which she literally created so idk what ppl expected anyways)!!! And then there are the “fans” (I use that term lightly) insulting Manny Jacinto’s looks (which is ridiculous cause the man is hot idgaf). And I honestly think that shit is hypocritical af since a lot of these ppl are fans who were rightfully upset at reylo/kylo stans for saying similar disgusting things about actual people.

I like quite a few villains in multiple fandoms, so to me it seems like the same ridiculous arguments. There’s nothing wrong with liking a fictional character who happens to be a villain. As long as no one’s trying to make excuses for their heinous actions (jokes are another thing) I don’t think it matters. It’s literally not that deep imo. And liking said problematic characters does not have anything to do with people’s real life morals. That’s just bullshit.

And again, it’s actually INCREDIBLY fucking hypocritical, ESPECIALLY coming from star wars fans who have been sexualizing villains like Darth Maul, Thrawn, and a young freaking Darth Vader for YEARS. But now it’s a problem with Qimir????? Not to mention the romanticization of other literal problematic ships like anidala or reylo. And I’ll be honest—as a Filipina????? I do feel like some of this is racially motivated because literally WHAT is the difference with Qimir and Osha/Qimir versus all of these other characters and ships?????? I think that’s what gets me heated is the hypocrisy of it all. And of course the fact that it’s all fictional anyway so I don’t know why it should fucking matter to some people if fans like a character or ship that they don’t.

Anyways...I think this is essentially all of my thoughts on the matter. Again, I hope I didn’t come across as rude or like I was attacking you. Like I said, it IS a bit complicated for me. Because as someone who hardly liked anything from the sequels, I was definitely cringing at the multiple mentions of reylo and kylo in Leslye’s recent interview. And yet....I see the vision.

hey!! so, there's a lot here and I do actually want to talk about all of it! I really appreciate you approaching this with nuance and being open to have a conversation. I'm gonna number my responses just so I know I covered everything I wanted to talk about and everything you mentioned.

One: I don't think there's anything wrong with being intrigued by a character dynamic like Osha and Qimir's, in fact I actually do find it very interesting from a psychological standpoint myself. I also don't think there's anything wrong with depicting a character dynamic like Osha and Qimir's, with one caveat, which is that you have to recognize it for what it is. I truly would LOVE star wars to approach it with the angle of "hey, this is how people can weaponize your own emotions against you, especially how a man may try (and even succeed) in manipulating a woman this way," and particularly what that looks like with the Force, because a LOT of Jedi and Sith principles are based around the acceptance (or aggravation!) of emotions. I think that's a totally interesting plot line that would actually be super fascinating to see. I also find it believable that Osha could, theoretically, be convinced by Qimir and turn (in fact I think your entire third paragraph is a very valid interpretation of what has happened so far). It's not that I don't think these are fascinating possibilities to explore. It's not that I don't think Osha joining the dark side is out of the question or even unreasonable, whatever the reason.

In fact, pre-interview, almost all of my criticism was pointed at the way the fandom immediately jumps to believing everything Qimir is saying without thinking critically about how he could be lying to Osha to get her to act the way that he wants her to. This comes from an intense place of frustration dealing with fandom in general who excuse the violent actions of men towards women (which is the reason why that one post doesn't actually even name Qimir or Osha, even though I did tag their names, since it applies to like a half dozen ships I can think of off the top of my head). In fact, I praised the writing of the acolyte in my breakdown post, assuming that Headland was purposefully creating all the cunning ways Qimir talks to Osha and all the tactics he appears to be using to manipulate her, and that this would be plot relevant. Whether Osha realized she was being manipulated and snapped out of it, or whether she never realized it, and fell to the dark side, and what that would mean for her, etc.

However, post-interview, things are different. No more am I simply dealing with a fandom that is willfully misinterpreting a toxic relationship as romantic, I am now dealing with the showrunner herself saying lots of things that disturb me. I can give her credit for not pulling the "there's good in him" card, but that's about as good as I can do. Headland may say that she does not intend the relationship to be manipulative, that she intends for Osha and Qimir to be equals, but if what she has presented to us onscreen does not read that way, then she has failed to accurately convey her message as the showrunner. You and I agree that Qimir is manipulating Osha, yet Headland says the opposite. I now have a showrunner for Star Wars, a massive franchise viewed by thousands, giving interviews saying that there is nothing wrong with this man's relationship with this young woman, but continuing to show the opposite. She can't have it both ways. The statement "Osha and Qimir are equals," is simply so far removed from the reality of what Headland has presented Qimir to be (a conniving man who is strong enough in the Force to eliminate a dozen Jedi at a time, and is so callus that he calls a girl an "it" after he's murdered her) that it's such an unbelievable statement I actually can't even believe people are buying it. I'm not saying that to be mean; what makes Qimir and Osha equals? Genuinely? That he cooks soup sometimes? That he disrobed in front of her? What about this relationship is equal?

Here's my bottom line when it comes to this discourse: I am sick of seeing young women getting treated like shit by men, and it getting romanticized as hot and desirable instead of what it is. I am sick of it whether the fandom does it, I am sick of it whether the showrunner does it, I am sick of it whether people in real life or in fiction do it, and I am allowed to feel that way.

Two: I won't be insulting Manny Jacinto in any capacity. He's doing a good job as an actor. I have acknowledged in past posts that he is obviously an attractive man.

If you think Qimir is hot, please, by all means, feel free to sexualize him in the manner that others sexualize Thrawn or Maul or anyone else. I'm an advocate of self insert fanfiction and of course (within reason), would find nothing wrong with that.

I am generally not a villain-lover, but there is nothing wrong with finding villains attractive or compelling! I haven't said there is. I have said that there's a problem within fandom and now literally within the media itself, with recognizing when a young woman is being mistreated by someone, sometimes because a lot of you are far more lenient on attractive men. The reylo fandom took this about twenty steps too far from 2015-2019 to the point where if you ask some of them, they still don't think Kylo even WAS the villain, and Headland is rapidly encouraging fans to take that angle with Qimir though I have given evidence to the contrary in spades.

There is a lot to be said about whether or not fiction affects reality. I believe it does, but I obviously do not believe that liking an evil character makes you evil. That being said, while not all fiction has a moral, all fiction has a theme, and you as the audience do take lessons from themes, whether you realize it or not; it sticks with you and may help you form your opinion on a similar set of circumstances you may come face-to-face with later. Fiction affects our feelings on a situation. A disturbing theme I'm seeing a LOT of in Star Wars lately is men being cruel to women in one way or another and the women finding it attractive and acceptable. Of course, depiction is not automatically endorsement... until we have now literally seen this type of relationship fully endorsed by Lucasfilm showrunners and directors twice in a row. Tweens and teenage girls *will* watch the sequel trilogy and the acolyte... what are they taking away from it? From what the director or showrunner has said about it? Honestly, this is much less about fandom to me now, and more about how official creators are treating these dynamics.

Three and finally and most important: I'm sorry that you've been seeing things like that being said about Headland, I think that's bizarre, rude, and uncalled for. I often do not go looking in fandom spaces anymore so I have not seen this, but that doesn't mean it's not out there. I generally do not trust Headland's creative input anymore, nor do I necessarily even like her, HOWEVER, I have not and will not make any such comment on her sexuality as it has nothing to do with any of this. I don't know which post of mine they screenshot, and I'd like more information actually, if they are using my post to say I think those things too, but regardless, I would not say this about her, or about anyone, and I don't condone it.

This is absolutely not racially motivated from me and I want to make that absolutely clear. I have been vehemently anti-reylo since the day I learned it existed, so I hope that you do not feel as though I am speaking out against the way that the Osha and Qimir storyline has been handled out of such a place, and I would never want anything to come across that way in any of my analysis or critiques. You will find I usually have less to say about anidala, seeing as the majority of the fandom does not depict Anakin as "doing nothing wrong" in that relationship, nor does the source material, so I feel I do not have to explain as much as I do with reylo and now Osha/Qimir. I want to make that absolutely clear that this type of relationship being presented in this type of way is a huge red flag for me regardless of the races of the characters involved. If you refer to the fandom at large, I don't want to invalidate your experiences, and don't know what other people are saying or what their reasons are. Unfortunately the acolyte fandom has been riddled with homophobia and racism since before the first episode even aired, and I want to make it clear that I think all of that is entirely unacceptable and that my critiques have nothing to do with either of those hateful ideologies.

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good morning!!! I hope this week is better than your last, I’m looking forward to the next chapter of Paper Men! I was rereading and noticed that it seems, of all her love interests, Patrick is the only one who doesn’t hold her to this impossibly high standard. I was wondering if you did this intentionally (because I can tell everything you’ve written so far has been) or if this could change? I feel like this is partially why I root for Patrick even though he’s bad news, he’s different than Henry and Vic… he’s openly interested in Evelyn and seems to admire her (admire might be a strong word for him) differently than the other guys have been. idk if any of this makes sense lol. just seems unlike Vic and Henry, he doesn’t need Evelyn to be perfect.

Well, tomorrow (or uh… today, technically) is my birthday, so this week is already gonna be better than the last lol. I was just really busy with work last week, and I'm still getting used to my new writing schedule. Normally, I have a little free time during the afternoon to write, but not anymore. Now I have to do all my writing late at night. I don't love that, but I don’t really have a choice.

Anyway, it absolutely was intentional to have Patrick treat Evelyn differently because I want people to understand why someone like Patrick (who, at first glance, probably doesn't seem like Evelyn's type) might appeal to her, especially at this point in her life.

When it comes to relationships, Evelyn is very direct. If she likes someone, either romantically or platonically, it's pretty obvious that she likes them. Evelyn's not good at holding in her emotions, and that, unfortunately, can be overwhelming for a lot of people. We saw that with Victor when they were kids. Evelyn came on very strong right out of the gate and Victor couldn't handle it, so he kept pushing her away until Evelyn eventually gave up and moved on. Then she got “involved” with Henry, which was a slight improvement but came with all kinds of other problems. And you’re right, he does hold her to an impossible standard. Henry demands perfection and absolute loyalty from his partner; otherwise he doesn’t feel safe. That’s all well and good for Henry, but it’s not exactly fair to Evelyn.

Frankly, Evelyn’s exhausted right now. She’s tired of putting all her time and energy into one-sided relationships. She wants to be wanted. She wants to be desired. So now here comes Patrick, who is very consistent and clear about what he wants: he wants her, that’s all. He doesn’t play hard to get. He doesn’t pull away. And he doesn’t place any expectations or restrictions on her. With Patrick, Evelyn can do whatever she wants. She can be clingy and emotional. (In fact, Patrick wants her to be emotional. The guy’s a leech; he feeds off that shit.) She can’t cross a line because Patrick has no boundaries. It’s basically impossible to make that man uncomfortable. That’s gotta be pretty liberating for someone who’s used to walking on eggshells.

Most importantly, Patrick displays a genuine (or at least a seemingly genuine) interest in her, her life, her hobbies. He asks questions. He listens. He remembers. Does he have an ulterior motive? Of course he does, but does that really matter? Eh, I’ll leave that up to you. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Right now, Patrick is exactly what Evelyn needs, and I think if she ever lets her guard down, she’ll be surprised by how attracted to him she really is.

… which is what Patrick is counting on. 😂