#making up for yesterday with this

[where-is-vivian]

Smile On You

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, tender (255 words)

“Here?” James smiled against Regulus’ skin.

Regulus hummed, throwing his head back quickly, giving more access to his throat. James hooked a finger in his collar, and he pulled slightly on it.

“Or here?” James continued, mouthing softly at his collarbones, leaving Regulus wordless in his hands. “Here?” He continued, getting closer to his throat, one kiss at a time.

“Fuck, no, but you’re getting closer…” Regulus managed to whine, with an annoyed tone, between sighs. James looked up at him mischievously.

He left one more tender kiss on his throat, continuing his little game. “Hmm, and here?” He asked innocently, kissing his jaw now.

Regulus’ grip on James’ t-shirt, on his shoulder, tightened, and he scratched James’ shoulder with his nails.

“Ouch,” James whispered against Regulus’ throat, scrunching his nose.

“You’re a bloody tease Potter, get to the fucking point.”

“I’m a romantic, Black,” James rolled his eyes. He drew away from his face, licking his lips frustratingly. “I’ll stop if that’s not your thing.”

But Regulus still had a grip on his t-shirt, and he pulled him back with a sigh. “No, no, don’t stop,” he sounded desperate. “Continue your romantic thing. Please. Okay? It’s good. Don’t stop.”

James chuckled lightly, poking the inner side of his cheek with his tongue, getting his lips back on Regulus’ skin.

His lips brushing against Regulus’ jaw, he said lowly, “Oh, you’re capricious.” But James continued kissing his jaw slowly and softly. He loved being all tender and slow with Regulus. All they had was time.

[ionomycin]

[spocks-kaathyra]

experimenting w making little trek dolls for the STLV craft swap :))

[visenyaism]

fire and blood establishing that every single baratheon is a frat bro gigachad asshole and robert is just made in the image of his forefathers while stannis is an extreme weirdo outlier who just happened to get the recessive visenyistical maekarpilled targaryen second son stoicism disorder makes their entire dynamic so fucking funny in hindsight

[expelliarmus]

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 5-11

1 - day 2 - truth - 3

[cametotheshowinsd]

The autumn chill that wakes me up, you loved the amber skies so much;

🍁TAYLOR SWIFT × FALL🍁

[temeyes]

he has literally vroom vroom'ed his way into my heart

[beaulesbian]

MILES MORALES & HOBIE BROWN in SPIDERMAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE (2023)

"Listen to me, bruv. Whole point of being Spider-Man is your independence. Being your own boss. You don't need all this."

[willowser]

katsuki comes home from work one day to find you in his office, fooling around with his calendar, and you've made some little notes before and after his scheduled patrol shifts, as well as sticky'd some pink hearts on a handful of days a week for the upcoming months.

and he gets the absolute worst love chub when you beam and tell him you're mapping out your fertile windows.

[sad-leon]

TW Suicide Attempt

we all talk about him portal chopping an arm off but,,, it would be so easy. so quick

KoFi || Patreon

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Nya~

Transcript:

Yes, my kitties. Enjoy your lovely little crunchy snacks as we all together celebrate international women's day.

*chat meowing continues*

Oh, this? My pussy?

Transcript:

Well, I find all of this very easy to believe.

I’ve always gotten along rather well with cats, kitties, pussy if you’re vulgar.

It’s no challenge for me. You see, cats… Cats have always had a profound intelligence. A sort of wisdom.

And the ability to detect, of course…

That I am a cat myself.

*meowing*

Transcript:

(Reading a donation) Hey Gianni, man where were you?

Everyone at catboys anonymous missed you.

You were about to get your 72 month chip.

Alright. Allow me to answer this one as well.

I am no longer a part of catboys anonymous.

I am no longer anonymous. I am simply out in the open.

Next question.

Purrfect clip

Oh this? clip

I am a cat myself clip

Catboys anonymous clip

not a clip but for anyone who is wondering "why were there so many cat clips"

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

lowkey..just lowkey.. thinkin about waking up one day and seeing dragon! bakugou in your house…accompanied by a giant hole in your wall.

you’re so confused you can barely process it. there’s a handsome man passed out on your floor and from what you can see (which is basically everything since his shirt is torn to shreds) he looks injured. you also live on the third floor so you have no idea how he landed here, but you think the huge sprawled out wings on his back, his tail and those huge reddish horns that scream “ i’m a mythical being !!” might be the reason.

but there is one thing you’re able to think about and that’s how much money will it cost to fix your damn wall??

you call off work. you call it a family emergency because you don’t think “a shirtless man i think might be a demon just blasted through my wall and he looks injured” is gonna fly over well with your boss.

he seems to be able to heal himself because his wounds look better than when you first laid eyes on him and you can see that his skin looks like it’s restitching itself almost, you decide to help him out a bit and at least dress his wounds up the best you can with the little you know about doctor..stuff.

when he comes to though, he acts like you’re the one who knocked him out. he’s snarling and scowling at you, sharp teeth on display while he growls at you from the comfort of your fucking couch. he spits out all types of curses at you, you’re shocked because they come out so naturally. you’d honestly expected him to speak like some type of caveman and for a second you think this is just a very rude man in very convincing cosplay.

he keeps insulting you and he’s a little too good at it, so much so that it actually hurts your feelings a little. he keeps yapping about how if you didn’t let him out this instant he’ll have you grilled and barbecued or how he’d make quick work of you and have you sold to some merchants for a good amount of gold, since you “look like you’re not worth that much.” you’re a little pissed now. you scowl at him and you feel silly for calling off work and not pushing this huge asshole out of your flat and leaving whatever knocked him out to deal with him.

“you’re the one who blasted a hole in my wall, you jerk ! i say i’m the one who should have you sold if you can’t reimburse me for this, asshole ! and if you wanna walk out without a shirt on and get arrested like a creep, the door’s right there.” you don’t care to see him, because you would’ve seen how his eyes widened to the size of saucers at your retorts. you’ve never been more irritated in your entire life when you stalk to your room to get some much needed rest and to fight off the headache you can already feel slamming against your skull. “even demon men are insufferable.” you mutter bitterly before slamming the door.

you somehow managed to fall back asleep because when you open your eyes again it’s about 10 am. you’re frantic for a moment because you think this was somehow just a very vivid dream and you’re so late for work now. you slam your door open wide eyed and your wall is intact.

shit, your boss was gonna let you have it—

you catch something from the corner of your eye. the insufferable demon man is staring..glaring(?) at you but it’s not as intense as earlier,though. and he’s very much still seated on your couch.

“m-my wall..” you trail off. he clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes at you “i fixed it” he gruffs out.

you like how his voice sounds when he isn’t screaming and threatening you, you immediately scold yourself for thinking like that. he stares and keeps staring at you and you can’t decipher what he’s thinking

“oh..” you gasp “thank you.” he clicks his tongue again and looks away from you. just as much of an ass, but you guessed he felt a little bad about your wall, enough to fix it..somehow. you won’t ask for details.

you can’t will yourself to move past your doorframe so you decide to lean on it a little bit, rubbing your fuzzy socked foot against your calf, you catch him staring at the sudden movement before he looks back up at you. “so are you…a demon or something?” he scoffs for what feels like the umpteenth time today “don’t insult me, human.” he snarls then his face relaxes just slightly “m’ a dragon.” he grumbles.

“oh, wow” the little amount of fantasy manga you’ve read could never have prepared you for this.

you thank him for fixing your wall and he glares at you like he’s mad about it. but then he says he owes it to you for healing him. pointing towards his bandage covered chest. you feel your cheeks burn a little and you’re waving him off, telling him it’s no big deal and somehow his brows furrow even harder. “..so ? what do you want from me?” he growls when you tilt your head at him in confusion “don’t play dumb with me, filthy human ! what do you want in exchange for saving me ?”

“ohh…” you moan. then you shrug “i mean, you already fixed my wall, so i don’t really need anything from you, unless you can make my boss give me a promotion.” you giggle at your own joke and you wave him off again when he looks at you questioningly “nevermind.” you giggle.

he ignores you “you don’t want anything..nothing ?” he speaks apprehensively like he expects you to trick him, you shake your head. he looks bothered by it. he lowers his head and his eyebrows furrow in frustration then he growls.

you think maybe, maybe, he’s the type to feel bad whenever they feel like they can’t repay some type of service. you hadn’t noticed he was apparently on death’s door when you bandaged him up before and it makes you sweat drop a little bit, you try your best to shake it off. he stands up to leave, but he glances at you and suddenly his feet have stopped moving like he’s stuck there and he stares. he doesn’t even look mad like you’ve gotten used to him being for the short amount of time you’ve known him, he just looks confused. he stares at you and you stare at him and for a reason that you cannot understand you don’t want him to leave.

“ um !” you shrink into yourself, embarrassed from his gaze and the fact you were suddenly so loud. “well..you can’t exactly go out like this, it’ll be bad for you i think..it might attract attention to see a wounded shirtless guy walking around, people might take you for..i dunno—” you stumble “a crazy, dangerous person ! yeah, and if that happens they might take you away..so..that’d be bad for you, right ?” you hope he doesn’t realize how much you’re bullshitting around for an excuse but he almost seems to humor you when he crosses his arms across his toned chest.

“what do you suggest i do then, human ?” he growls lowly. he stalks towards you slowly, never breaking eye contact. you will yourself to stay with your feet planted firmly to the ground and head held up somewhat high as you stare up at him, damn he’s tall.

“ you stay here until you’re fully healed, if you wanna make it up to me. it would honestly save me so much trouble” it’s the truth. you can’t help but feel bad when the thought of him getting captured or experimented on crosses your mind, even if he is an asshole, but you don’t say that. you hold out your hand for him to shake “deal ?”

he squints at you and stares and you stare back. usually he would’ve stayed true to his threat and burned you alive by now, the trivial lives of humans are none of his concern. and yet for some reason he himself doesn’t know the answer to he stayed, even fixed up your damn wall you were whining about and even considered apologizing to you..which he absolutely never does !

there’s something different about you and he wants to find out what that something is. so, not so begrudgingly he slowly grasps your hand and squeezes lightly. he ignores the tiny voice in his head that tells him how soft and perfect your hand feels in his.

“deal.”

[deancaskiss]

dean overhears cas and jack talking about how certain molecules in specific foods are unpleasant to experience, and dean quickly starts adjusting food he cooks to something cas might like. “how’s it taste?” dean asks a few days later, watching cas’ expression as cas takes another bite of the pasta. “it’s good,” cas replies on instinct. but dean shakes his head, hand reaching out so his fingertips graze against cas’ knuckles. “no, I mean, you know- the molecules. is it- okay? not too unpleasant?” dean stumbles over the words, darting his gaze anywhere except for cas. something in cas’ expression softens as he realizes what dean has done, just for him, and he flips his hand over so that dean’s fingertips trace over his palm. “it’s perfect, thank you, dean,” cas murmurs with a tender smile, and dean swears he’s committing that beautiful smile to his memory for the rest of time

[becca-e-barnes]

Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

[gncrezan]

the established orion-romance dreams have gotten to me. what will my delusional visions reveal to me next <3