#she's so 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[rottingfailures]

She is so fine 😮‍💨👌🏼

[13tinysocks]

I came here expecting every mark to be freaky to an extent, hell even maskless is freaky but at least it's for William. But, with how openly too freaky scars and Lensless is, I'm so glad dregs killed off swimcap before they got stranded 😮‍💨 IMAGINE a trio terrorizing her but she wouldn't be able to do much cause she can't control three marks she would've been doomed my god😭😭

You dont understand brother. Those two are the loud ones, you see it coming. There’s another variant who is freaky yeah but he’ll ACTUALLY do something instead of harassment. It’s going to be bananas. You think you know freaky? You think you know what a bad day is?

[nakylvr]

Been a while but just asking... what yall think about dom!sophia being with another dom. Like constant fights about topping and its always a 50/50. IDK IT JS SEEMS HOT TO ME???

-girlfailurelover

wait...im seeing the vision cause constantly battling for dominance and who's topping and it never ends with the same one twice but yall still fight abt it every time 😮‍💨 she always argues and says she's the more dominant one but when you manage to pin her down and get her in that headspace she will take anything you give her while begging incoherently to cum and looking at you with big pleading teary eyes. but when she doms shes so mean 😣 shes mixing praises with degrading words while not letting you cum until she says you can and then overstimulates you until you're crying ☹️ but then proceeds to give the best aftercare and is such an angel like she wasn't being so mean minutes earlier ☹️

[theshiniestgemstone]

situationship gideon lives in my head rent free. i feel like he lives in his head and has convinced himself that admitting his feelings/making things official with a partner would ruin whatever they have going on. so to him it’s just easier to act like they’re just friends who fuck sometimes, and sleep in the same bed, cuddle etc. imagine smoking with him (either weed or cigarettes we’ve seen in the show he consumes both) and just the simple gesture of passing it back and forth wordlessly makes him realize “oh god i gotta get my shit in order now or this is gonna crash and burn so hard and i’m fucked” (also high sex with gideon…..😮‍💨😮‍💨 oh lord take me now!!)

I fear I went a little overboard

Warnings: smut, minors dni

A distant door slam had Amber and Jesse both whipping their heads towards their sons’ bedrooms. Amber took a deep breath, shaking her head.

Jesse uttered the name of his middle son under his breath. “Always slammin’ doors.”

Pontius came out of the kitchen, mug in hand. “That was Gideon.”

Amber softened a bit, earning a look from Pontius. “Any idea what’s going on with him?”

Pontius turned. “Probably his little- I don’t even know what to call it.”

Jesse groaned, leaning back into the couch, rubbing his eyes. “Lord have mercy. Is he still doing that ‘friends but also not really friends but also you’re naked in my bed every night’ thing?”

Amber tipped back the last of her wine, clinking her glass gently against Jesse’s in a quiet toast. “Unfortunately.”

Jesse sighed. “That boy needs a therapist, not another sleepover with his ‘situational complication.’”

Upstairs, Gideon paced the length of his bedroom like a caged animal, fingers threaded in his hair as if tugging hard enough would ground him. His mouth was still dry from the joint you’d shared, lungs heavy with it, heart thudding in a rhythm that didn’t match the silence anymore.

He sat on the edge of the bed, palms digging into his knees, eyes wide and unfocused. He could still hear your laugh echoing in his ears, that little half-smile you gave him when you stole the joint from his fingers. The way you looked at him afterward. Your eyes were soft, searching, like you knew he was lying when he told you this was fine. That it didn’t mean anything.

But it did.

It meant everything.

And now? He was spiraling. Fast.

Because if he didn’t say something soon this whole fragile, beautiful mess was going to shatter. And he’d have no one to blame but himself.

Downstairs, the sound of Pontius dropping a plate into the sink echoed faintly. Amber and Jesse didn’t even flinch.

“Three days,” Jesse muttered. “Tops. Before he cracks like a cheap-ass communion wafer.”

Amber smirked. “You’re being generous.”

Gideon’s not sure when the wires began to cross. What was an arrangement for two people to get alleviate their stress soon became something more personal and twisted in a way he never imagined.

Maybe it was the time she’d gotten into a fight with her parents, rocking her hips against his, holding onto his chest for balance, until her legs gave out. Or the time she wished him a happy birthday and instantly sank to her knees, grinning up at him innocently as she undid his belt. It might be all the times you’ve been deep in the throw of an orgasm, burying your face and moans into the side of his neck, your fingers squeezing into his skin, wherever you can reach as he holds you impossibly closer.

Though he knows it’s most likely the other stuff, the friends part in this unlabeled friends with benefits.

When he rolled a joint so sloppily (six beers will do that to you) and she cried, holding it up before pulling one out of an M&Ms tube, laughing through tears that she’d fix his mess when she went home. It’s the little things he remembers, really the things she does. Like when they visited the family amusement park.

The entire family had gone on a day out, invited friends to make it feel that much more authentic and not some rides collecting dust. Pontius had run off with his friends, Abraham with his group of eighth graders. Kids from the youth ministry were hogging up the lines. She and Gideon walked side by side, separated by a few inches of space. Sometime between rollercoaster rides, she pulled him behind a food stand and opened her purse to give him a cigarette, lighting it for him and taking a puff before handing it over.

The sex was less often after that. What started as a strict routine of sex, shower, and then leaving soon became a routine of long talks whispered under the same cover. Somewhere along the way, they stopped just screwing around.

They were high the first time he felt it. It was that feeling.

Two joints, a large meal shared on the floor of his bedroom, and wandering hands was how it started. His stomach burned with the edge of release, the kind that made his vision blur and his breath hitch. He leaned back on his haunches, arms hooked beneath her trembling legs, holding her open and close. She let out a wail that sliced through him, raw and unrestrained, and his rhythm faltered as his eyes locked on her.

She was glowing. Her skin slick with sweat, legs twitching with aftershocks, their combined mess dripping down his balls in slow, sticky trails. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face.

Not when she looked like that. Not when she looked at peace.

Like whatever storm lived in her had finally gone still. She trusted him to hold her there, undone and safe.

And that’s when it hit him, hard and fast and terrifying.

She gripped his arm when he stood from the bed, fingers weak but insistent. He glanced down, ready to ask what was wrong, but she only mumbled something incoherent and clung tighter.

“I’m just grabbing a washcloth,” he said with a low chuckle, brushing a hand over her hair. She whimpered, then nodded, loosening her hold.

When he returned, she was curled in on herself, blanket pulled up to her chin, looking smaller than usual. Quieter. The high was fading, but something heavier had settled in its place. Gideon didn’t say anything. He just knelt beside her, gently pulling the blanket back, cleaning her up with slow, careful strokes. She trembled beneath his touch, and he pressed soft kisses to the inside of her thigh, her hip, her stomach. Pretty much anywhere he could reach.

He didn’t mean to ignore her after that.

It started with a missed text, then another. A string of phone tag stretched out into nearly three weeks, the longest they’d gone without seeing each other in almost two years. No fights. No final conversation. Just silence, thick and unfamiliar.

Every time he drafted a message, his thumbs hovered, staring at the words like they belonged to someone else. Like they weren’t just texts, but confessions. Those slippery, dangerous things that, once sent, couldn’t be taken back.

He wasn’t sure he wanted what they meant. Or worse, he was sure. And that scared the hell out of him.

They saw each other again after those three weeks, sitting in a quiet corner of the park, handing a joint back and forth like no time had passed. The silence between them had vanished as easily as it had formed. She picked up mid-story, complaining about work or maybe a neighbor, her words flowing without hesitation.

Usually, Gideon was a good listener. He prided himself on it. But this time, all he could do was watch her.

The way her lips wrapped around the joint, how her hands moved with each exaggerated gesture, the slight squint of her eyes when she got too passionate. She was ethereal in the amber haze of sunset, lit up like something not entirely real. Something his brain must’ve made up.

She turned toward him, catching the look on his face.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, casual like always, but her eyes betrayed the weight behind the question.

He exhaled, heartbeat thudding against his ribs.

“I think I love you.”

She nodded slowly, handing the joint back to him without meeting his eyes. “I think you’re just high.”

“I’m serious.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “Really? Because you can’t say that if we’re just friends.”

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t smile like he normally would when she teased. Instead, he set the joint down on the bench beside them, watching the smoke curl into the air before turning back to her.

“I don’t want to be just friends anymore. Or just fuck all the time and pretend like we don’t know each other like we do.” His voice was steady, but softer now, like saying it any louder would make it less real. “We can still do all of this… just… different?”

Her silence stretched between them, heavy and expectant. It was the first time either of them had said what they'd both been avoiding all along.

“I’ve never taken you on a date,” he said, eyes steady on hers. “And I really want to.”

She raised a brow, a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “Wouldn’t this technically count as a date?”

He huffed a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I mean one where we aren’t high or drunk or pawing at one another. Like…” He paused, searching for the right memory. “Like the day at the amusement park. When we were just… coexisting.”

Her expression shifted then into something softer, something that lived between surprise and understanding.

“Coexisting, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said. “But on purpose this time.”

“Alright,” she said, tilting her head with that familiar, teasing smile. “I’ll bite.”

He grinned, eyes warm as he leaned back slightly. “I know you do.”

She rolled her eyes, but the laugh that escaped her gave her away. He draped his arm over the backrest of the bench, letting his fingers draw little shapes over her t-shirt. She shifted closer, knee brushing his, careful not to disturb the joint still smoldering between them. The sun was low now, casting long shadows across the grass, turning the world gold and quiet.

For once, neither of them felt the need to fill the silence.

[sirazaroff]

GUESS WHAT you are the coolest and I’m sending u hand hearts from miles away 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 thanks for always doin my blorbos justice whomever they might be!!! Your art whips!! Have a lovely day :3

-alli

:0! You come into my shack and bombard me with love? Well two can play at that…BAM, GLINDA ATTACK

Enjoy the notes version cause you guys liked it last time:

[venompinks]

ROSÉ ✱ GQ KOREA

[cephydeluxe]

imagine being orin (already terrible) and passionately orchestrating your kills to worship your father and god with your art and being constantly shit on for it cause “bhaal only cares about quantity” but then hearing your stupid bloodkin flirt with a stupid banite using poetic violence and shit like “oh gortash when you and i are the last living souls we will wed upon my father’s alter and be forever bonded in bloody death” and still be the favorite child like fuck off i’d be so pissed 😭😭😭

[swordmaid]

they saw u from across the room and they really liked ur vibe (they’re gonna rob you later)

[duusheen]

Sterling thought it was time for Hope to meet her parents, so he organized a backyard barbecue and invited them over for lunch. Everything went smoothly (except for Dora being high at the party), and Sterling surprised everyone getting down on one knee and asking Hope to be his wife. Again 🥺💖

[captainmartin20]

wow.

[astrophiliaxx]

(The former lover is a woman in this scenario or whatever this is called)

Imagine Lilia seeing her former lover after decades or centuries since she was abandoned by her. However, her former lover does not have any memories of her at all...

Which leads to the former lover being confused about why Lilia treats her that way and why she seems to look at her with hurt and longing.

(Imagine the former lover talking about her daughter. Then, she mentions the name of her daughter and it's the name that she used to tell Lilia that she would give to their possible child.)

“If we had a daughter, then I would name her Hiraya or maybe Mirasol.”

[tacoreib]

you are kidding LIKE

[mdshh]

Generation 9: Pearl Forks

Location: Mt. Komorebi

Career: Law

[taeyungie]

Compilation of Jungkookie hugging his soulmates ♡

⤷ because that's something I wish the most to happen for me and you, Sky. My wish for you this year is that our friendship lasts a lifetime, that we will never run out of reasons to hug and cherish each other, because without you my universe is not complete. 🥺 I truly believe that our friendship was meant to be, that if soulmates exist - what we feel for each other must be exactly the definition of it. I can't wait to finally meet you one day so we can properly make up for all the hugs we needed to happen.

Happy birthday to the love of my life – Sky, aka @jung-koook. I love you the most. 🌻

[mead-iocre]

[pippindot]

I snuck them to a park on my lunchbreak and pip refused to play. Just put herself on this hill and pouted til we left.