#it might be ooc

[paw-padss]

ramdon diluc thoughts bc he has been driving me crazyyy (＃＞＜)

husband diluc who goes to buy flowers for his wonderful lover because he isn't always around to give the love and affection needed

husband diluc who willingly cooks meals for his lover whenever he finds the free-time to do it.

JUST ACTS OF SERVICE AND GIFT GIVING DILUC????

just diluc who secretly reaches out to the stray cat he passes on the street because why not?

diluc who probably drinks way too much coffee because it "tastes good" (it energizes him after being up all night trying to be a vigilante)

diluc who finds your collection of random objects pointless, but doesn't mind bc it's yours

+him gifting you another one of your favorite trinkets bc he wants to see u happy :333

diluc with his body heat gets you bamboo sheets so when he stays over u don't overheat in your sleep

diluc who misses you during the long work day and will send you messages whenever he finds the time

diluc who protects you because he doesn't want to lose another one of his loved ones from evil (mb angsty ( _ _ ))

[paddyspubdollars]

The Inflatable Bed Situation

I had no idea what to title is...but I might post it on ao3 later or something.

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After Mac and Dennis had sold the idea to Frank, they drove back to their apartment. As usual, Dennis was driving and Mac in the passenger side. "That went well, didn't it?" Mac exclaimed excitedly.

"Yeah, I actually think it went alright," Dennis said and glances over to him. "We do have some more inflatables back at the apartment." Mac looks up and has an idea, unsure of what Dennis might think of it.

"Hey, man, we have some inflatable sofa beds at home. We could blow those up and test them." Mac hurriedly looks over at him and cannot read the other man's expression at all. The car stops as Dennis pulls into a parking spot.

"Yes, I know, but you'll be the one blowing it up, I'm not doing it. Also why would we need a sofa bed, we have our own beds, don't we?" Dennis raises his eyebrow and takes a look at Mac. Mac rubs his hand across his arm, trying to build up the courage, but it dawns on him he forgot something.

"Shit, Den I forgot my nuts in the car," Mac runs over to the car waiting for Dennis to unlock it. He puts the key into the car and turns the lock, the nuts still sitting perfectly in the passenger side.

"Goddamn it, you made a whole mess in my car. Can you at least eat them cleanly?" Dennis locks his car and looks back to Mac.

As the two men start walking to the apartment, Mac grabs a nut from the can. "Alright I will try, anyway, the thing I wanted to suggest was that we could sleep in the sofa bed together. I sort of have nightmares and haven't really told anyone." Dennis rolls his eyes where Mac can't see it. This was obviously some sort of ploy for him to get into bed with Mac. It definitely was an interesting plan, but they had two more of those beds so why not sleep in one each.

"We have more than one though," he eventually said as they entered their apartment.

"I know but if I have to keep blowing these up, it's going to take forever. And my lips will be all busted because of them," Mac takes another nut into his mouth.

"Fine, one night only, okay? And don't try anything funny, we will just lay there and sleep in the bed, alright?" Dennis remarks making sure that Mac understands.

"Okay thank you Dennis, I'll get to blowing it now."

"Yeah, you do that."

Mac walks over to where there is a deflated sofa bed and blows it up. It takes a good thirty minutes, before it's completely blown up and eventually he closes the small hole and puts the bed down. Without saying anything, Dennis walks into his room and grabs a comforter which he can put on the bed.

"Alright, well I think that solved it. I am almost ready for b--," Dennis stops his sentence as he's taking off his jeans and putting it at the end of the bed. "Alright, remember Mac, we're just laying here."

Mac nods and moves his arm to his side, maybe hoping that during the night Dennis will reach out to him. Dennis tries to sleep, but as Mac keeps snacking on nuts and wheezing, it is driving him insane. It's as if there is a squirrel in their bed.

"You know what, man, I can't do this."

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I would say that's where I would end it. I haven't written anything like fanfic etc. in literal ages and haven't written an essay in English for like two years. I am hoping it was alright, but this is what I imagined for them to have ended up in the living room in that bed.

[oobbbear]

More portal fiddleford

This is set after they’re a bit more used to dimension hopping, and their relationship is healing in progress :]✨

[secretidentie]

Tim for literally no reason: Hey Jason do yk where I can get some cocaine

Jason: Why tf do you need cocaine

Tim: I'm a teenage CEO why tf do you think I need cocaine

Jason: Fair enough. But I'm still not selling you cocaine

Tim: Why not? I just want to hang out with the other young finance bros

Jason: Hey dick head, tell your brother I'm not giving him cocaine

Dick: Tim are you okay? do you want to talk about this??

Tim: Uhg I'm fine. You're the one ones who said I should stop drinking coffee

Jason: and you thought this was a good alternative???

Tim: Come on I'll only do a little

Dick: Is this coz we spoiled the ending of wolf of Wallstreet

Tim: Why can't I just have some? You do!

Jason: No I don't

Tim: You're a crime lord

Dick: Yeah isn't it like part of the job

Jason: WHAT NO Stereotype much. I've never even seen cocaine up close

Tim: YOU'RE A CRIME LORD

Jason: Yeah not a drug dealer THERE'S A DIFFERENCE

Tim: I should have known your not cool enough to have drug dealer connections

Jason: OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA BUY A FUCK TON OF COCAINE AND DO IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU JUST TO RUB IT IN

Dick: Woah woah that's enough both of you. No one in this house is doing drugs. If anyone talks about cocaine again I'll tell Bruce you said you want to start a new crack epidemic. He'll make you sit in at strangers AA meetings and read through old case files of ex dealers and their autopsies. Don't. TEST. me.

Tim: ............

Jason: ............

Tim: Can you sell me meth?

[farshootergotme]

Occasionally I picture Nightwing calling Red Hood "little wing" in front of others and people looking between this huge, 6'0 feet tall man with growing white hair, and then Nightwing, a shorter man who has flawless skin, probably around his 20's, and a fit but not too buff build and they just- don't know what's happening. Is it some kind of inside joke they aren't aware of? Why is Nightwing acting as if he's years older than Red-fucking jacked-Hood?

Nightwing: Little wing, you actually were decent in that fight! I'm impressed.

Hero, who was helping during this fight as well, listening in to the conversation: little...?

Red Hood: Wow, feeling very appreciated right now. Got any other backhanded compliments in there?

Hero: Wait, excuse me-

Nightwing: As a matter of fact-

Red Hood: Nope! I'm outta here. Screw you!

Nightwing: You know you love me!

Red Hood: In your dreams, dickhead!

Nightwing: Hey! We don't use that-

Red Hood: Not listening!

Nightwing: Jeez, kids these days...

Red Hood: I'm an adult and fuck you too!

Nightwing: What? Thought you weren't-

Red Hood: See you never, I'm out.

Hero: ...

Hero: what the actual fuck?

[wombywoo]

cleaned up

[pigeonstab]

@somegrumpynerd :3c Cross getting his first toy ever

I think it's the kind of thing he brings everywhere cuz it's his comfort item.. and he's never had a comfort item before

[sincerelybubbles]

"spence?"

"hm?"

"when did you get home?"

a more awake you would be squealing, thoroughly excited he came home early from his trip, but the early hours have hardly begun to bring light and you're struggling to even open your eyes to look at him. your cheeks still widen into a pleased smile though, turning into his warmth and humming, confused, when your hands find the rough fabric of his coat.

"a few hours ago," he says, voice rough, eyes still shut. one arm across his eyes, blocking the minuscule light, the other a vice around your waist. his voice is slow, deep in his chest, caught on the sleep he obviously wishes to keep. but he still turns his face toward the sound of your voice, smile creeping up at the corners of his lips, willing to entertain you despite his fatigue.

"are you still wearing your shoes?" you ask, voice teasing, scooting up in his arm to nudge your nose against the curve of his jaw. you press a kiss there, the point where his bone hits a right angle, lips tingling from the stubble you find.

"no," he says, voice honest, "i know better than that."

"no shoes, but your belt is still on?" you tease, fingers dragging across the leather. you don't care, not beyond a genuine concern for his comfort, but you enjoy teasing him in this way, skimming your lips across the rough skin of his chin in not-quite kisses.

"i took my gun off," he complains in a half-hearted groan, lifting his arm to peek at you out of the corner of one eye. "hi," he says, voice still soft, somehow deeper with affection, dimples the star of the show on his cheeks.

"hi," you say, tilting your head back and lifting your arm to cart your fingers through his mess of hair. "welcome home."

he smiles, reaching around with his other arm to gather you up and drag you across his chest in a bear hug, chuckling at the squeal you let out, sighing against your hair. he presses a firm kiss there, right above your ear.

"we will have to wash the sheets, though. it was really gross for me to not change, i was just exhausted, sorry."

[soosoosoup]

John Dory and Branch

[yuujiology]

thinking about very masculine dominant men who are actually the biggest sluts.

they always act like they know it all. flaunting their success, flirting with every breathing thing, always feeling the need to rub it in your face how pathetic you are.

when in actuality, theyre whining attention seeking bitches who are begging to be put in their place.

when hes not around you he still keeps up his act, but behind closed doors are when the floodgates open.

step on his cock, spit in his face, pull him by his hair. treat him like the asshole he his.

watch how he cries, blabbers for you, whining the words, “please-, s’ too much, h–harder,” but never “stop.”

all his life he thought he was better than everyone, make him see the truth.

hes just another desperate needy bitch.

satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, ryōmen sukuna, suguru geto, naoya zenin, vegeta, itoshi sae, katsuki bakugo, and your favs.

[daisynik7]

Toji is the type to be so cold to you in front of your friends. Scoffs at every little thing you say, rolls his eyes at your cheesy jokes, pretends that he couldn't care less about you. He's that one asshole "friend" in your group who you can't seem to get along with, so you bicker and bicker with each other constantly. It's no secret that the two of you can't stand one another.

What is a secret is when the two of you are alone.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" he whispers, his mouth grazing your ear as he stands behind you at the kitchen sink. The others are still gathered in the living room; you went here to wash your hands. He followed you in, always does. He jumps at every chance he can get to be alone with you, just to have moments like this.

Tonight, he pissed you off by joking about how boring you are for having to leave the party early tonight. Something stupid, it always is. You flipped him the bird in response, refusing to say a word, knowing it would just encourage him.

And now, he's here with you. His hands around your hips, pulling you closer to him, pushing himself closer to you. He kisses the back of your neck, fingers inching between your legs, his erection throbbing against you. He never says sorry, only apologizes by giving you his cock. This time, you don't want to make it so easy for him.

"Thought you said I was boring," you say, jutting your ass towards him.

"That was just a joke," he purrs, rubbing your clothed pussy with his fingers. "You know how excited you make me."

You hum, pretending to reconsider the original plan. "Maybe I should just stay here longer."

He almost whines before he catches himself, because Toji Fushiguro would rather be caught dead than caught whining over a woman. But with you, he comes close. The only reason you want to leave this silly party early is so you could prepare your house for when he comes over later to spend the night, a routine the two of you have been doing in secret for a while now. And of course, he's at fault for ruining the plan with his idiotic mouth.

When he doesn't respond, you turn around, smirking. "Nothing to say? I'm having fun here anyways, so it's better that I don't leave - "

He mumbles something that's barely audible, though you know exactly what he's trying to say. "Could you repeat that a little louder, please?" you tease him, cupping your ear with your hand, enjoying this way too much.

He swallows hard, avoiding your gaze by looking up at the ceiling. "I'm sorry," you mutters, through gritted teeth.

You tip his chin to make him face you, smiling. "Good boy. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Toji Fushiguro would rather be caught dead than be called a "good boy." But once again, it's proved that you are the exception.

[labannori]

Idk I just got an itch to write, and remembered that I really like when there’s text in art

[tarteggs]

conversations had moments before disaster

[qweenofurheart]

timmy with dami and kon !

[leahaart]

Soon after his escape, Edwin starts to learn about the things he’s missed.

[isthemedia]

Mini idea I may draw or write sometime.

Wade has his “days” where he just sorta is hunkered under the blankets. Doesn’t come out or anything. It’s a combination of his cancer, that his brain won’t shut-up, and just everything feels like static.

Vanessa explains to Logan that he’s not necessarily irritable like this, just he doesn’t really want do much. She also shows that there’s the “yoink area”-demonstrating it by setting some snacks in said area for Wade to just snatch and bring under the blankets.

Logan gets use to this and feels like it’s the least he can do since Wade is always ready to help when he has to deal with his nightmares.

Insert one time, Logan sitting on said bed during one of those moods. Vanessa and Laura over talking and to check on Wade. Only for Logan to lean back juuuust enough into yoinking range-

And with no hesitation Wade tries to drag him under.

Laura and Vanessa cracking up at it cause it happened so fast and a quick “I forgot!” from Logan as he pulled under.