#sayitsdrawkcab

[movedcrimefightr]

actual protective bestfriend content in 2021??

[seesgood]

Caroline is your OC, idk what you're on about Lia. She belongs everywhere and anywhere.

no it’s okay it’s fine i’ve come to terms with the fact that i’m just running a caroline forbes insert blog. tvd birthed her but i’m making her everyone else’s problem.

[herrwagner]

"You're so fucking greedy for love, you really can't hide it. So many people spoonfeed it to you and it's never enough."

It truly and completely felt like an endless cycle. Not even a spiral, just a loop that refuse to stop pushing them along the already made lines. Something had either Zee or Daken snap, one of them ended up dead, and Kurt was alone with who remained standing this time for two days. And with Daken it was this; the loop of sex with the occasional screaming. Well they didn’t really scream, not always anyway. It was raised voices, as adults do. The kind of voices that left children flinching and emotionally traumatized even from hearing it three rooms away. 

On the plus side no children were involved. On the downside; it meant Kurt and Daken could throw around as much stuff as they like and no one would stop them.

Like now for example; with Kurt throwing the next best thing within reach which ended up being a bowl filled with fruit. The fruit fell out of it, naturally. But all in all it was a pretty good aim for someone not necessarily looking at their target. Still it missed Daken by a foot, maybe two actually. and cracked against the wall behind the other mutant.

It seemed, however. that the energy Kurt’s rage had brought him seemed to run dry. As if he had been emptied of it all. The anger was still there though. Clear as day as he glared over at Daken from across the room. Long hair fell down in his face, shielding his eyes slightly like a broken curtain. Tail whipped behind him showing just what mood he was in. “What does it matter to you?” The growl that wasn’t let lose just yet gave his voice a particular kind of vibration to it. The kind that stayed with you and clung to the air, and made the air feel heavier. “You can barely even recognize love to begin with, can you? It doesn’t matter how much someone love you, you will never feel it. Never experience it. You’re good at play pretend, I will give you that. Even when I know you lie, I almost believe you sometimes. But you will never know what it actually feels like. Why it matters. Why I want it. So who the hell are you to judge, Daken?”

His voice rang with the emotions he tried to keep the reins on. Tried was the only word fitting, because each second you could see it slipping from him. Falling through his fingers, making the cracks in the façade all the more prominent. Few people ever got to see this side of Kurt. Even fewer got to see it repeatedly. Daken on the other hand had seen Kurt here, and further still. so man times by now that Kurt didn’t even want to consider it. It was embarrassing, in a way. and admitting to it even worse. 

“It’s not like you actually care so why are you here? Why bother? If it is such a chore why are you not leaving already?!” His voice pitched a bit higher, but it broke with it. Such a tone couldn’t carry the emotions that felt like it was breaking his ribcage from the inside, repeatedly. “No one is making you stay. No one is forcing you to be here. No one is frankly even telling you to be with me, so why are you complaining over something you are actively choosing? Do you honestly think I’m so dumb as to think you’re not here to gain something? Here for yourself.” He spat out the words with as much spite as he could muster, which frankly wasn’t nearly enough to fulfill the idea head in mind to begin with.

“Yes, I love you. Yes, I wish didn’t at this point, but I do.” Nothing he hadn’t said before. Nothing he still didn’t mean every time he said it. “So stop sounding like a bored teenager with nothing better to do and leave or get your ass over here, because I fucking need a hug and you will give it to me.”

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[quanteum]

@sayitsdrawkcab​ gets a plotted starter

          they were still waiting for some of their furniture to arrive.  so, for the time being there was a pile of blankets on the floor ( which was an upgrade from when he slept directly on the hardwood back at his old apartment ).  rigid enough to feel comfortable, for reasons he didn’t - couldn’t- sleep on a mattress.  he’d tried when he stayed at steve’s for a few days.  odd how something so soft could make him feel like he couldn’t breathe.

           bring back the magician.  words echo behind closed eyelids as if they were seconds fresh.  we’ll break her, put her back together, and see how everything works.  and, he’d tried.  somehow, hydra scouts had been able to guess where she’d land.  long, dark tendrils float on the air as her body falls from the heavens like a present dropped by the angels.  the asset fought; he’d fought much harder than he originally anticipated. 

          it’s much more vivid than he remembers.  dust floats all around them.  metal fingers grasp and clench, trying to shut down the apparent source of her power.  though he couldn’t feel skin, he could feel the shifts in pressure.  a little more to crush the wind pipe, but not enough to break the spine.  

          bucky, this isn’t you, faith and understanding smile back at him.  it’s enough for his fingers to loosen their grip, ever so slightly.  who was bucky?  bucky....

          when the soldier snaps awake it causes him to roll off the edge of the blanket.  sheets twist all around his ankles and knees.  panic sets in as he fights against the restraint, not fully comprehending he was on the floor of an apartment; locked safely in a safe space.  the sheet is pushed, yanked, and tossed away with little regard for the other body he’d pulled it off of.

                                zatanna.

          “ i’m sorry, “ fingers comb through the short strands on top of his head.  finding his way to his knees, bucky leans over far enough for his forehead to touch the edge of their makeshift nest.  he inhales deeply, filling his lungs until they burn, and then exhaling back out as slowly as he can manage.  he keeps trying to remind himself that he’s home and wearing the muzzle is nothing but a bad memory at this point.  “ i’m so sorry. “

[alleyborn]

ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ ᴅᴜᴍᴘ : @sayitsdrawkcab​

HIS MOM! Jason’s association with the word mom isn’t great to him it doesn't mean caring or love it was just a woman who neglected him and didn’t really love him all too much. So he may not call her mom but that’s his mom. And maybe he’ll start to learn that his birth mom wasn’t what a mom should be. And not all moms are the one you started with.

will always come to her if dad said no

anytime he dosent know what something looks like, asks her/because of her he knows what a tiger feels like and what an elephant sounds like up close

please imagine them always eating breakfast together, the most important meal

[hellblcze]

@sayitsdrawkcab​ said:“ i don’t think my legs work again yet. ”              morning after starters

“pity, luv. I was just gettin’ started.“ and he cracks a smile and a chuckle, shaking his head at her comment. “I should be the one bloody tired, sweetheart. I’m older, and smoke for days.“ and yet, here he is, ready to go again. whoever said that those who smoke tire easily didn’t knew him.  “need me to get some water for ya?”

[dreaminoflababy]

Siren's one of the most creative people on this site.

[ghostsrevive]

FROM: @sayitsdrawkcab​ RE: While Zatanna would never trade what she had in this reality for the world, she found a happiness here that she could only dream of where she came from. But sometimes, just sometimes she felt some kind of way. Mostly about her father -- she missed him. Family had always been important to her and she had herself a nice little family here with Bucky and their cats. But everything she had to remember her dad was back where she came from.She felt bad about disturbing him, because she knew he was working on something but she kind of ducked under his arms as he was holding something so she wouldn't be too much in his way and she curled herself against his chest, face cuddled into the curve of his neck, lips against skin as she breathed him in and instantly some of that feeling disappeared and she felt better. He smelled like aftershave, his own brand of magic and just a bit of metal that she'd come to love. Zee didn't say anything, she just stayed as close to him as possible while he did whatever it was he had been working on. STATUS: always accepting random !

          helping sam or his team wasn’t official in any kind of capacity but it beat sitting on his hands and getting bored.  it was pretty easy for his mind to wander when he wasn’t doing something; easy for the nightmares to catch up.  mentally, bucky argued that there was no better person to be out there hunting down the bad guys since by almost everyone’s definition he’d been one, too.  that’s how people still knew him as.  that ghost.  the persona he tries very very hard to move past or even ignore ( not that having been the winter soldier is something that can be brushed off ).  it’s not dust.  it’s not lint stuck to his jacket.  that trauma was close to seven decades of his unnaturally long life.  as tired as bucky was, he wanted to make the best of it.

          he can hear the creak in the floor.  the solider is hyperaware of the movement in the shadows but does his best to keep typing.  a glance reveals both facial expression and body language, which helps his own to ease into the chair a little.

          zatanna’s much smaller form climbs into his lap.  bucky stills but makes no motion to help, partially to be playful and partially because he didn’t know what she was really trying to do.  once she’s settled, however, right hand slides easily behind the back of her head.  “ iubi, “ is whispered against her shoulder before a light kiss.  he had no immediate plans to leave.  they hadn’t fought ( that he knew of but that was a different matter entirely ).  “ i should’ve stood up to give you more of a climbing challenge, “ bucky smiles again.  fingers lightly scratch at the magician’s scalp.  his left hand drops from the laptop so he can wrap the arm around her waist.  “ what happened? “

[loyaltyworn]

D I B S

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// i declare this a tennis match of love cause plink! the ball’s back in your court with the love. served up by yours truly! xoxoxo. you bottle of sunshine.

[movedcrimefightr]

── @sayitsdrawkcab .

[wingedwarren]

“Are you serious? Here? Now?”

@sayitsdrawkcab   ||   meme

     her hands are tangled in his hair and their kisses have long gone from gentle and teasing into something heated, warren cupping her behind to press her hard against himself. he knows why she asks because, god, he can feel the eyes on them, the way they whisper, curious and aroused at the sheer sight of them.      ‘i can take you somewhere more private if you prefer,’ he hums against her lips, his offer sounding not as convinced as she’d probably like. being watched is nothing new here but he understands it’s different for her. ‘i’d like that,’ she replies, and lets out a startled little sound when their feet leave the ground far below, arms looping around warren’s neck as if he’d let her go. he wouldn’t, instead chuckles against her ear softly when they come to a halt, slowly swaying high up in the sky. it’s cold, but warren is warm against zatanna.      ‘this private enough? don’t look down if you’re scared of heights.’ she looks down and warren feels her shuddering. ‘let me take your mind off of that,’ the angel continues, hands sliding down the back of her thighs to hike them up, hook them around his waist. a moment of fumbling and then his high-waisted linen pants are discarded, carried on the wind while they plummet back to the island. zatanna seems surprised, like she expected a lot but not for him to just bare himself like he is, but when his wandering hands undo the laces along her sides, her attention shifts. she tugs on the wide expanse of fabric between their bodies until it’s out of the way, and warren makes a sound best to be described as purring -- such appreciation for her willingness.      his hand is first, though. teases her, feels the way she’s warm, how she clenches her knees in his sides when he slips a finger inside her. not quite there yet, but that’s not a problem. more kissing, slow and deep with desire while he works at her. she’s a bit nervous, the steady brush of his beating wings against her shins seemingly not enough to convince her of her safety, and without letting up his touches, they descend until they are at a safer height. not entirely out of sight, but at least far enough to be safe from prying eyes.

     then he presses two fingers deep inside her, his palm warm as it covers the rest of her. ‘so wet,’ he sighs full of adoration, and finally a grin peeks through on zatanna’s expression, a hand coming over his mouth. ‘we’re not in a porno. don’t say that shit.’ to which he says it again followed by a lewd moan, hand pumping at her slowly, utterly pleased that she’s relaxing against him. she laughs now, interrupted by a gasp when warren drags his fingers out of her, along the soft lips, fingertips circling her clit for a second until she moans.      then his fingers slide along his shaft, squeezing himself softly while he presses under her, ruts against her for a tease -- and then a rough shove of his hips, effectively leaving zatanna out of breath when he pushes inside, nails digging into his back. a few cuss words in his ear and warren smirks, hands returning on her buttocks to angle her a little bit, so he can drag himself out slowly only to push back in, her sound a little high-pitched and bleeding into a howl.      the angel bites her shoulder, nips trailing up her neck until lips close around the stud in her ear, suckling it like a nipple. her sounds are exquisite, soft but so intense while he pushes up against her, hiking her up a little higher for a better angle. ‘so wet,’ he repeats, but this time her head leans back to capture him for a kiss, hard and needy. ‘shut up,’ she whispers, biting his lip -- and he responds in kind, his pace picking up until it’s punishingly fast. not enough air to do anything but pant, gasp, wheeze a little bit until he comes to a stop, teeth clenching for just a second.      ‘i’m gonna cum,’ he says, warren’s blue eyes looking up at hers and he watches her eyebrows knit together until she nods, whispering she only needs a bit more, just a little bit. she’s right, a mere few strokes and he feels how she squeezes, hot around him, the pressure of her legs on his sides increasing while she clenches onto him -- it spurs his own orgasm on, two more pushes and then he’s there, supple flesh in his hands bruising while he pushes deep, moans her name.

     slowly they descend until warren is back on his feet, slowly sinking to his knees and lowering zatanna onto the soft carpet of grass. kisses her face while he slips out of her, tortures her for a few seconds with an eager hand, sliding up and down along her labia, only pressing in once before he wipes his hand on the ground.      ‘i’ve never had sex while flying,’ warren chuckles, keeping them private for a moment within the safety of his wings. ‘so i hope it was everything you wanted. do you need a moment to tidy up?’

[herrwagner]

4. back kiss.

As someone in... well suppose they could call it partnership at this point... with two people that wasn’t exactly morning people it was both a blessing and a curse to be exactly that; a morning person. On one hand Kurt easily got a few hours to himself before anyone else got out of bed. He could enjoy is morning in peace, get his day started without interruptions, and center himself to handle the rest of the day. On the other he could just as easily feel alone and bored of waiting for them to wake up.

Them.

Kurt’s sat on the bed between the two stretched out bodies, one on each side. He had one leg comfortably folded under him, another bent to rest his chin on. They were beautiful like this. Relaxed and at peace. Not visibly hating one another. Them. His heart swelled as he observed them i the gentle morning sun, filtering in through the semi see-throguh curtains covering the floor to ceiling length windows. The soft light painted equally soft patterns on Zee’s back. Her hair spilling out around her as she had her face pressed into a pillow. Turning his gaze over the the other side of the bed Daken had give bedhead a new meaning.

His heart felt like it was expanding. His whole chest overflowing with the warm comfortable feeling of love. Peaceful, warm, it was all things one could dream of from a sappy romantic movie that could have you gagging on it. 

His hand gently landed over Daken’s calf. Stroking along the warm skin as he moved up between them. His lips placed a kiss against the back of Zee’s thigh, just bellow her butt, where thigh joined with the rest of her. Moving further up he put a kiss to the small of Daken’s back. Seeing the body tense and relax under him put a brighter smile Kurt’s lips still. Comfortably lying down on top of him, kissing his way as he went. he settled with his nose against Daken’s neck. He got a small grunt from the added weight, which was enough to know Daken awake... well awake enough at least.

If he stretched he covered most of Daken with his own body. One leg fitted on each side of Daken’s hips. The heel-toe of his left foot gripped around the back of Daken’s ankle. Nose inhaled deep from Daken’s hair to fill his lungs with the scent which was distinctly Daken. “Ssh, don’t wake her up.” With his chest pressed against Daken’s back, hips against his ass. it was easy to just wrap himself up in the moment. Hips gently rolling, cocks growing the leave their sheaths. “Come on... spread your legs. Be good for me now, Daken. So... so... good.”

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[quanteum]

FROM: @sayitsdrawkcab​ RE:  They had taken the biggest step in getting a place together in Brooklyn after Zee had put down roots and took up an old theater on Broadway for her show. Now that this time and place was her home, she didn't need to worry about going back and forth. Her and Bucky had set up the cozy place and she was currently sitting on the floor in the living room thumbing through catalogues for furniture waiting for him to get home. She also had a surprise for him, and the small kitten was playing with her fingers and the small wisps of magic she had trailing down as she flipped the pages. Around the kitten's neck was a bow and she was more relaxed than she had been in some time. They were home and they were safe -- they could finally live a life that they both deserved. But mostly Bucky -- Zee wanted a normal life for him so that he could finally be at ease and rest after everything he had been through. STATUS: always accepting random things !

          life was weird.  part of bucky felt like he was walking along the razor’s edge, just waiting for the other shoe to drop.  it couldn’t be this easy, could it?  after everything he’d been through.  after every time he was pulled back in to hydra’s grasp could it really just end in the domestic setting he hoped to have all those decades ago?  sure, he was still fighting to a degree.  being part of sam’s team was more his choice than anything else.  what was bucky going to do, find some eight to five somewhere?  start wearing a suit?  people were suffering and all he’d ever known was fighting.  it only made sense.

           at least, this time, it was on his own terms with his own autonomy.

          he stops for a few seconds at the front door, staring down at the way his keys had multiplied since meeting zatanna.  there’d been two when they first met; front door and harley.  that was it.  now there were spares for a number of different things, an office key, keys that didn’t look familiar.  for some reason, seeing them all splayed out in the palm of his hand hits very close to home.  when he was sitting out in the wakandan wilds with ayo, waiting to see whether or not shuri’s de-programming had worked he honestly had no idea he’d be able to make it here.  here to a somewhat normal life with someone who took all the good with the bad ( so, so much bad ).  someone who was patient with the nightmares and the hard time he had being open and emotional.

           with one last grip, the soldier opens the front door.  odd seeing more furniture greet him than when he’d first gotten his pardon.  all the comfort was going to take a while to get used to but it was not very practical to expect someone else to sleep on the hardwood with him.  zee would, he didn’t have any doubt she would.  the point was bucky wanted her to be more comfortable than that, especially if she had to deal with his random nightmare thrashings.

          zatanna’s on the floor.  normally, he’d crawl right over to join her.  maybe he’d even try to put his head in her lap.  but, his eyes follow the line of her arm to the movement on the other end.  “ what... “  his head jerks back.  bucky even looks over his shoulder to make sure he’d made it in to the right apartment.  “ who... “  he can feel his eyes widening.  all he can focus on is the tiny little ball of fluff with a bow around it’s neck.  it was so small and so tiny and he was decades of war.

          finally, the soldier settles down on his knees.  it’s close enough that leaning over allows him to kiss zatanna’s cheek.  “ please tell me fans don’t do weird things like bring you gift kittens. “

[oldblog-amor]

@sayitsdrawkcab​  .  Punchline .

     ‘  this is lovely  .  ‘  punchline starts  ,  looking around what they had considered a  lair  , humming as she had shown obvious signs of disappointment of what they had put together  .  ‘  thank me that I showed up  ,  your idea of an evil doers lair matched the jokers level of skill  &  it’s pathetic  .  ‘  she starts  ,  a laugh coming off red lips  ,  finger pressing to them as she turns to  ...  well she didn’t exactly know her name but she planned on pushing her into submission anyways  .  ‘  thankfully I showed up  ,  i’m Punchline  &  i’m taking over  .  ‘

[huntmade]

@sayitsdrawkcab​   :   ‘i’m not asking you, i’m telling you – get out of here!’ stranger things   :   accepting

          sometimes sam wondered if things would get easier.  he wondered if there would come a day when he came up against a big nasty and wouldn’t be scared.  at the same time, the hunter worried about what that day would mean.  until then - until he figured it out - he’d go through this cycle of mental gymnastics like it was yet another reminder that he was still alive.

          as a chill vibrated down his spine, sam turned on his heel so hard the rest of the room started to spin.  a gun was held up and at the ready for whatever it was that kept slipping in and out of the shadows.  sam felt out of his depth, which said a lot considering how many things he’d fought at this point.

         “ i’ve never been all that great at listening, “ one shoulder lifts up in a shrug.  every sense he could afford was pointed out towards the rest of the room, trying to listen for the thing that was trying to shake the house down to the foundation.  poltergeist, maybe?  as soon as they were out he’d jot down everything he saw, heard, and smelled so he could start looking it all up.  from there, he and dean could come up with a plan.  but, first, he needed to make sure to get this woman to safety.  “ so, if it’s all the same to you.  i’ll get out of here when you get out of here. “

[flashborn]

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@sayitsdrawkcab​ said: [ text ] you would date me, right ? I mean, I’m a catch. right ?

[ text ]  uh, sure! [ text ]  best catch out there.  [ text ]  any particular reason for this question ?