#out of my drafts u go..

[p1ercemyh34rt]

“I don’t ship this and since I don’t like it I’m just gonna scroll and be on my way.” ✅✅✅

“WHAT THE FUCK!! WHY CANT TWO MEN OR WOMEN JUST BE FRIENDS!! I DONT SEE THEM IN A RONANTIC SENSE SO THAT MEANS NO ONE CAN😭😭😭😭ITS NOT CANON SO IT SHOULDBT EXIST 😭😭😭DAMN MHA FANDOM !! ” ❌❌❌❌❌❌❌❌

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[cozylittleartblog]

New Family Speedrun 00:09.12 (World Record Not Clickbait???)

[leol]

logan 2017 movie canon divergent au kinda.. kurt deus ex machina, everybody lives, happy family = profit

[hoshiina]

— a guy asks for your number ft. hoshina, narumi, reno

warnings: mentions dick and profanities in hoshina's

[bvnnyjo]

warnings: nsfw under the cut, mdni, bokuto is needy…., calls you “baby”, idk bo is horny and wants to smash fast ok , unprotected piv, very non-descriptive

bokuto koutaro who is without a doubt the needy one in your relationship. you love him for it, you love everything about him. but sometimes his neediness can be a little…much.

bokuto koutaro who returns home from volleyball practice sweaty and tired, whining the second he enters your shared space about how badly he missed you.

“can’t help it,” kotaro defended himself, “his face pressed into your neck as he already had you pinned to the closest wall. he inhaled, taking in the overwhelming smell of you before speaking again. “i missed you so bad today.” “i missed you too, kou.” you run your fingers through the hair at the base of his scalp, “go clean up, yeah? then we can eat dinner and spend as much time together as you want.” kotaro whined slightly, a proper whine. “we can get cleaned up after. i want you so bad, baby. please?” his mouth found its way to your throat, pressing quick open mouthed kisses around. you said yes, of course, and he wasted no time. the scene went exactly as you’d expect. back on the couch, clothing haphazardly pushed out of the way so bokuto could rut into you an uneven pace, panting into your neck the whole time as you let out those pretty little moans he loves so much. even after a long day of volleyball practice, bokuto had the energy to quickly draw out an orgasm from you. he was fast to follow, pulling out to release his warm cum onto your stomach. bokuto quickly took off his shirt to clean himself off your tummy, his cheeks flushed red and the same smile he always wore when he had just finished having his way with you.

bokuto koutaro who the coaxed you into the shower with him, promising to tenderly wash your hair for you. which he does, only after he’s gotten at least two more orgasms from you, though.

[phonification]

ive been thinking about taco and balloon forming a little alliance post s1/ pre s2 where they'd (begrudgingly) work together planning on how to break into hotel OJ to steal stuff to take back to their makeshift camp like food, blankets, pillows, etc,,, anything that could be useful to them

[jadewritesficshere]

Grey

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Synopsis: Steve gets a wake up call from yall's daughter

Contents: talks of aging, kids being kids, references to smut but nothing explicit

Steve groans as his consciousness comes to. Something is hitting his face. Someone. Repeatedly.

Steve squints his bleary eyes open as a hand smacks him in the jaw again. A small smile appears on his face even though his jaw stings from the impact. "Morning," Steve's voice is still thick with sleep as he turns to look into brown eyes barely peeking over the edge of the bed.

A quiet voice repeats back ,"Morning," to Steve before arms reach up over the edge of the bed to try and grasp something. Small hands grab the blanket and tug it off of him slightly as the child attempts to climb up. At two and half, Amelia Joy Harrington can barely see above the edge of her parents' bed, let alone get on it.

Steve hoists Amelia up and sits her on his stomach. Steve winces as Amelia scrambles, a stray foot hitting his thigh precariously close to his crotch. Arms are thrown around his neck in a hug as Amelia lays her head against her dad's chest.

Steve feels like his heart could burst out of his chest from the joy he is feeling. A hug from his baby? The best way to wake up in the morning. Who cares if his jaw is still stinging and probably red, his little girl loves him.

Steve sighs in contentment. Steve holds his daughter close until she starts to fidget and wiggle. Amelia sits up and throws her hands in the air. "Happy Birthday!" She whispers excitedly, except she has no concept of how quiet a whisper should actually be and says it in a much too loud voice.

"What?" Steve asks, hand hovering near Amelia's side in case she slips. Amelia's eyebrows furrow as she pouts at him, a look that is an exact copy of you. Her arms slowly lower as she stares at Steve. "Happy Birthday. You old." Amelia pouts at him.

Steve blinks at Amelia in confusion but nods his head. First off, rude, he isn't that old. Steve isn't sure where she gets her unfiltered, blunt commentary (it absolutely isn't him). Second, it absolutely isn't his birthday. Not even close.

"Why uh...why is it my birthday?" Steve asks, unsure if Amelia fully understands the concept. Not sure if he can explain the idea of a birthday to a two (and a half) year old. "Grey." Amelia declares giving Steve whiplash. Before Steve can speak, Amelia points at the comforter," Blue." Steve smiles," Yes, blue."

Amelia points to her shirt," Green." Steve nods. Amelia taps under Steve's eye, lashes brushing against her finger causing him to close it. Steve hopes she doesn't attempt to actually poke his eye.

"Brown." Amelia declares. "Thats right." Steve grins, his girl is so smart. Amelia points to his temple," Grey." "That's ri- what?! No!" Steve's mouth drops open as Amelia giggles. "Uncle Dustbin says grey is old. Birthday makes old. Happy Birthday!"

The creak of the loose floorboard in the hall notifies Steve of your approach. You peek into the doorway of the room, seeing your two favorite people. One looking aghast and the other giggling at her father's reaction.

"What's going on in here?" You ask, leaning against the doorway. "Grey. Birthday." Amelia announces, like it explains everything. And it does in her little mind.

You hum in response, looking at your husband who seems lost for words. Amelia slides off of Steve and off the bed, Steve guiding her so her feet land on the ground absent-mindedly. He would never let her fall or get hurt. Or you.

Amelia half walks half dances in your direction. A prance in her step, she stops in front of you and grabs your hands. "It's daddy's birthday," She says before headbutting your leg. You chuckle and pat her head as she dances out of the room, in her own little world.

"You lying to my kid again?" You ask once Amelia is gone. Steve sputters as he sits up," I did not- our kid- did not lie." "Uh-huh, sure," you say sarcastically. Steve rolls his eyes at you as he gets up out of bed.

Steve stretches as he rocks on his feet, back cracking, before strolling over to you. "Good morning," Steve mumbles, hand landing on your hip. You hum back as he leans in and kisses you. Soft. Slow. Sweet. Leaving you longing for more as he pulls back.

"Love you," Steve says, fingers running along the waistband of your pants. "I love you too," you want to melt into him. Curl up in his arms and stay in this moment. Let the love and adoration fill the air around you.

"Do I look old?" Steve is the first to break the silence. Your brow furrows in confusion," huh?" "Amelia she," Steve huffs out a laugh," said I have grey hair." You chuckle as you bring a hand up, fingers threading through his hair," You have some but its nice." "Its nice huh?" "Makes you look distinguished. Handsome." You bite your lip and look up at him.

Steve knows that look. Knows it well. It's the look you gave him the first time you moved past just making out. The same look you gave him on your first anniversary. The same look you wore on your wedding night. The same look you gave before Amelia was conceived.

Steve can't help the smirk that spreads across his face. If getting old gives him that look, well, he won't complain.

"What about me?" You ask, batting your lashes. "Beautiful," Steve kisses your cheek," Gorgeous," he kisses the corner of your lips. He continues to alternate between kissing all over your face and praising you.

"My love," Steve whispers before kissing you softly on the lips. You sigh into the kiss, one hand tangling in his hair, the other trying to pull him closer.

A loud crash from the living room has you two pulling back from the sweet moment you stole. "What was that?" You call down the hall. "Nothing!" Amelia yells back, making you sigh but smile. Steve can't help but grin too. His life was a little hectic dealing with a rambunctious child, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. And he thinks, if life is like this, he can manage getting old with you. He wouldn't want it any other way.

[p1ercemyh34rt]

im not even joking when i say dr stone season 4 is my only will to live

like if i see another person go blonde im pulling the damn trigger atp

[nrc-asteryn-crew]

A never-ending hunger for power that consumes all and leaves naught but despair in its wake. This night, too, shall be embraced in its all-enconpassing maw.

The lights in the auditorium flickered slowly - a sign that most audience members might have taken to mean that the show will resume momentarily.

It wouldn't have been an unreasonable assumption, certainly - after all, the sound of moving rigging could be heard, as well as the (presumably) eager shuffling of actors and crew members behind the scenes.

Of course, the shuffling turned into an argument that began to grow in volume, going from hushed whispers to borderline shouting behind as some sort of conflict unfolded backstage.

As the lights flickered, the movement slowly became more erratic, almost dangerously so. An anguished cry rang out from behind the curtains, and what looked to be ink began to leak from underneath, emitting an acrid scent that filled the room.

The entire room fell into a brief silence as lightbulbs began to burst, covering the room in a pitch black darkness, a sound that only grew into a crescendo as the curtains were struck by an unseen force, sending them hurtling to the ground with a crash.

The auditorium was sent into a panic as students, staff, and guests alike began scrambling about and a shaky voice quickly came over the speakers.

"Attention all guests: Please evacuate the premises immediately. The emergency lights will activate momentarily, so please try to remain calm as you exit- there will be staff members on the scene to redirect you to a safe lo-"

Another crash was heard, followed by another cry.

As the voice on the intercom had stated, though, the emergency lights did indeed flicker on. The salvation from the darkness did not last long, though, before the light was quickly absorbed by something in the darkness.

Those who looked at the stage could, for the briefest moment, see something unfathomably massive hulking about before being enveloped once more in shadows.

( @night-raven-miscellany)

(✨️Its TIIIIIIIMMMEEEEEEEEEEE :3)

Mace had been watching everything. Could connect the dots easily. He'd spotted Duscha, and by proxy the rest of Casimir's family the moment he'd walked in, had been keeping them in his peripherals for the whole show. He'd watched Casimir's father become increasingly more bored and irritated, had seen the rigging fall, paired with the loud scoldings backstage, witnessed Casimir's increasing panic with his very own two eyes.

The moment the lights flickered out, the extremely familiar scent of ink filling his nostrils, he had already lept out of his chair, rushing towards the stage with baited breath.

"Mace, wait-!" A voice shouted, causing him to freeze in place breifly, snapping his head back.

"Backstage. There's bound to still be people there. Help evacuate, just- let me do this. ...Please, Kiki." Is all Mace snapped out, before hoisting himself up onto the stage with ease, avoiding all the debris, squashing down his rising panic and ignoring the ringing in his ears.

He flicked his magic pen out from his pocket, the glowing gem doing little to brighten up the atmosphere around him. Luckily though, the darkness did little to hinder him, having been long acclimated to dark lighting. All that mattered to him now was getting to Casimir.

-

Kiyuu's gaze lingered on what little of Mace's form they could make out, before sighing, and beginning to make their way backstage, feeling around to navigate her way through the room.

She didn't really know how much truth there was to what Mace had said, since realy, they really gathered that all the people backstage would have already evacuated themselves by now, or something of that capacity.

But, nonetheless, following through was least she could do for Mace. If he wanted her out of the way, that was okay. She understood. At least this way, there was a chance she could be even a little bit useful.

Pushing open the doors, she walked through cautiously, peering their head around to see if she could spot anyone.

"U-uhm... Hello..? Is- there anyone here still..?" She called out into the darkness, repressing an anxious shiver.

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[imjusthella-gay]

It's adorable how subs act all shy and innocent as if we can't tell you need us to turn you into a wet mess.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Small, baby snippet for Riddle’s Dreaming of You. Needed to post something today lol:

Your order echoes across the field, weaves through the maze, and rings out into the Chamber of Punishment. It’s louder than Riddle. It’s louder than Sebek, and you can almost hear it waking up Leona.

(Love the “you can almost hear it waking up Leona.” Iconic. We love that level of power from our Reader. Usually, they don’t raise their voice. However, when things get serious and Riddle can’t use his voice, Reader’s there to handle the situation. We love Reader being so reliable. They’re hot for that. They’re very cool. They support Riddle a lot and it’s therapeutic to watch/read)

[summerhalder]

two days late but, ball toss - the final

[elderwisp]

skimming thru out-of-context tessellate posts bc the oc asks are making me miss them even more

[fisheito]

The Yaku🔴sub⚫️dom⚪️neutral ratio check, SSR event units from left to right:

🔴⚫️🔴⚪️ ⚫️⚫️🔴⚫️ ⚪️⚫️🔴⚫️ ⚫️⚫️🔴⚫️

+⚪️⚪️OG SSR +🔴Story H +⚪️OG SR +⚪️SR Incognito Cafe

= 6🔴/9⚫️/6⚪️÷21

=29%🔴/42%⚫️/29%⚪️

Justifications for each room under the cut 🤨

Disclaimer: do i have an actual system for classifying what is subby vs. dommy? nope! i vaguely describe dom as "controls the pace/leads the actions" and that's it ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Cocoa Liqueur:

🔴 R2: eiden grabs yakumo by the dick/forces him to take a break ⚫️ R5: baby's first kabedon. yaku goes jealous 2000s seme mode

Ocean Breeze:

🔴 R2: woe, eiden's oral skills be upon ye (try not to squeak too loud) ⚪️ R5: yaku going "pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease" and eiden answering "sure"

Crimson Phantom:

⚫️ R2: lost in the bloodsauce, immediate regret ⚫️ R5: better grip on the bloodsauce, Count Domkumo fully awakened

Dark Nova:

🔴 R2: "don't think. just follow my instructions" ⚫️ R5: yaku lacks lucidity and is hopped up on snake senses. less self-control leads eiden to go on the defensive

Shadow Lineage:

⚪️ R2: veers into dom bc yakumo's pinning eiden/eiden has no leverage, but net neutral bc yakumo still acts on orders ⚫️ R5: yakumo puts on a show for his annual outdoor sex evaluation, and eiden submits fully to snake bondage

Fateful Aegis:

🔴 R2: NAKED APRON YAKUMO ON HIS KNEES ⚫️ R5: yaku caught too many emotions again and drills eiden into the floor

Abyssal Pearl:

⚫️ R2: starts with power of Eiden Suggestion, but ultimately ends up in dom territory due to phenomenon of Domkumo Voice. ⚫️ R5: yaku shows eiden how much he wants him (it's a lot)

Sword of Determination:

🔴 R2: behave like a good student and you'll get a salty reward ⚫️ R5: plumbing be damned, you're getting splooged in the shower

OG SSR

��️ R2: they compromise on their horny goals because they have to get up early tomorrow for character development ⚪️ R5: eiden provides live feedback so yakumo will continue railing him against the wall, also stop apologising

🔴 Story H: yakumo learns what (human) sex is

⚪️ OG SR R5: respectfully, let's fuck *pushes eiden onto the bed* (mostly eiden indulging a pent up yaku)

⚪️ SR Incognito Cafe: eiden holds the reins in the first half, yakumo gains control in the second. a truly riveting game of push and pull.