#so forgive me if it's sloppy

[screamingfrenchfries]

milkvans are so funny bc they argue so much abt how mike is in love w el but have never once tried to adress the fact that el isn't even in love w mike???

like at this point in the show we actually have no idea wether or not they're even still in a romantic relationship anymore. sure we didn't get a super clear breakup but we never really did with stancy either.

but el's last note to mike literally said "from", something the script even emphasizes with repetition and an underline.

then when they reunite they don't kiss, which isn't even that big of a deal but if the plan was to keep mileven together don't you think they would drive the point by making them do so? "it's the little things that count"

before mike's monologue, we get to see them interacting but nothing romantic, in fact the scene in the pizzeria is probably one of my favorite scenes between them because of it's lack of romantic undertones. it's actually adorable imo!

but during mike's monologue we don't actually see her happy that he's finally said ily, nor do we get any romantic scenes after this either.

you could say this shot where theyre standing together looking at max could be coupley, but it shouldn't have to be and i think it could also be to throw off the audience by making us assume so. in reality they are best friends and max is literally in a coma so they needed comfort in the moment. (that and my platonic!mileven (elmike?) obsessed ass thinks it's the best thing ever to see best friends be touchy like this :[) (n for u bylers out there, the way they made will stand so close to mike but lucas has so much space between him & el.. just a little detail i find interesting..)

and honestly, mileven doesn't seem to have either side of the party all in anyway. they're both not fully committed at this point in time, so it's completely possible a breakup could happen in season 5, depending on where the duffer brothers want to take it.

but the fact of the matter is, none of the big mileven scenes this season have come from eleven herself, because if they were to officially break up in s5, the duffers would probably rather it come from mike realizing el isn't in love with him, than el realizing mike isn't in love with her. (because i think she's already figured that out at this point)

[peach-moths]

Michael you sweet boy there's not a thought behind your eyes, such an oblivious turtle

Part of @junoinouterspace Rise Teacher AU if you didn't read the first fic in the AU "Slipping Through My Fingers" it provides context with Miles Morales (yes that Miles Morales) and his role in the AU

(Hera and I added the ShellShocked ship to the au because we like that ship and we do what we want it's our au lmfao)

[fandxmslxt69]

Alrighty! Lunch break time! Thots incoming!!!

*Ehem* Imagine, if you will, being tangled in the sheets with Loki. You’re both in Asgard, and the stars are just starting to twinkle in the night sky. There’s a soft breeze wafting in through the ornate palace windows, and the two of you are comfortable in each other’s embrace… making love, obviously~

I can’t stop thinking about the way the soft satin sheets would slip around us. So soft and delicate between your fingers amidst your throes of passion. There’s something inherently godly about it, I think. Like, Loki wants to worship you like the goddess he sees you as. The whole lounging while being hand fed grapes kind of vibe, if that makes sense.

Anyways, when you’re done, you’re not really done. You just keep rolling over for the next round until the sun peeks from the horizon…

So, those are my thots for today! 🤭

oh beloved...i am thinking thinking things....

a littleeee different but i loved the hazy 'drunk on love and pleasure' vibes and i just couldnt help it

more under the cut (warnings: silly cute fluffy SMUT.)

You hum sleepily, feeling the press of your lover's soft lips on your shoulder, trailing down your arm. You had settled into bed just a little ago after a few...exciting rounds with Loki in the shower.

The bed dipped as he settled into bed behind you, arms wrapped around your waist. You were immediately hyperaware of the fact that he had decided not to put on any clothing after stepping out of the shower. It didn't help that you wore nothing either.

You wiggle around, turning to face him with a happy smile. "Hi," You whisper, a stupid smile growing on your lips.

He smiled back, and oh it took your breath away. Something about today was very different; you couldn't get enough of each other. Loki ended up cancelling all his plans for the day, and you both stayed inside, tossing and turning and getting drunk on the feeling of one another. And yet after eternity, you remained constantly bewitched by Loki. You could never grow tired of him, of the feeling of him.

His ethereal beauty, especially his smile. The way his eyes twinkled with that telltale mischief, the ease and comfort that oozed off him, the trademark smirk that seemed reserved for you.

You snuggled closer to him and his hold on you tightened as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Hello darling wife,"

You ran a hand over his chest, enjoying the way his muscles contracted under your touch. You felt so safe, so full of joy in the comfort of your bed.

"Hi," You said again. Loki chuckled softly, his hand drawing circles on the dip of your hips. You leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

It was obviously the wrong move, because it wasn't for another thirty seconds before Loki was kissing you senseless; all tongue and lazy, messy kisses. It made you squirm as you rolled over on top of him and he sat up slightly, hands roaming your body slowly. Your hands raked through his messy curls, soft pants and groans escaping the two of you.

You could feel him growing hard, and you knew this was how it would go for the rest of the night. You'd wake up in pain tomorrow, and deliciously sore, but you also knew that meant Loki would stay with you for the day again.

You moan quietly, grinding yourself against Loki's length.

Tomorrow could wait. Outside, the night was still young, stars beginning to twinkle on Asgard's sky.

You could reconsider your choices when the sun returns to the sky. For now, you kissed Loki deeper as his hands planted themselves firmly on your hips, sure to leave marks to be added to ones already covering your body.

For now, you could just get lost in the feeling of your husband as he entered you slowly, a deep moan rumbling through him, and the pure look of pleasure on his face as you lifted yourself and slowly sank back down.

For tonight, you could just stay drunk on each other.

[pensivebathtub]

some richjer since it’s summertime ☀️ :-)

[lupeloto]

heyyyy it’s galladrabbles time with a mid prompt by some loser idk her🙄 anyways here’s one of my ideas for the prompt: chore

— — — — — — —

Mickey always felt like a chore.

He was a burden; to his family, teachers, everyone. Knowing that if anyone attempted to break through, they would quickly discover that he was merely a barrier in their life too… until the awkward red-head from the neighborhood shattered that lens completely, treating the breaking-down of his wall like an art that he took pleasure pouring his heart into, little-by-little until he was exposed.

Mickey always despised/feared that state of exposure until Ian. He alleviated that fear with a determination, leaving Mickey feeling less like a burden… more like one lucky motherfucker.

[beauleifu]

Just some lazy messy Syntax angst for the soul :]

Audio is from Nimona <3 such a good movie

[kat-n-dog]

Hi hello I keep forgetting to post this WE GOT OUR CGC-A

[kittycatlovesships]

Here my children! Happy Halloween!!

[popcorndispenser]

Guys Aziraphale is my fave (especially to whump) nd I cba to deal with bureaucracy conspiracy or breakup angst can someone just write him turning against Heaven for good, getting nearly murdered and then idk Crowley nurses him back to health or some shit. I'm gay.

[platihbm]

Finally got around to trying out a brush pen for the first time. It's nice to come back to doing traditional art after struggling with digital for awhile.

[ariapsds]

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[ice-sculptures]

Why does the girl crying about her ugly boyfriend + the friend comforting her by saying she could dump her boyfriend tomorrow sound like El and Max? (Although the jury disagrees with the statement that Mike is ugly).

oh my god anon, you're a genius 😭

you inspired me, so here, i wrote 2k of elmax one-sided enemies-to-friends-to-something-more 👀 meet-cute with a hint of byler!!

and i just wanna include a disclaimer that the abundant mike slander in this is just for the bit!! i think mike is so very wonderful, and, of course, finn wolfhard is absolutely gorgeous :)

[mmmatchasims]

teen a day cas challenge

day 1: cheer captain

day 2: rebel

day 3: band kid

[fluffyheretic]

Day 14 is a quick Great Baggi. Not much to say about this guy tbh. Cute tho!

[moechies]

toji’s puppy 🐾

toji’s puppy who has a bad habit of biting :(

and he knows that as your owner, it’s his responsibility to train his sweet puppy to be good, but he can’t resist when she acts like she’s done nothing bad, big weary eyes looking up at him portraying such innocence.

you’ve decided that begging for forgiveness was the way to go with him, and that’s what you find yourself doing each and every time.

so you settle down, the warmth of your mouth wrapping itself around his heavy cockhead; sloppily sucking and blowing bubbles onto his fiery tip, mewling out inaudible apologies.

and he falls for it every time.

｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

“m.. showwie..”

“f-fuckin’ minx.. shit.”

you stare up at him from below with glossy eyes, small hands pawing at the remaining length you had been unable to fit into the small of your mouth. the corners of your mouth burn from the stretch, but all is ignored to attune to your owner .

he looks as if he’d been punched in the gut, short beads of sweat that form on his forehead. one hand grips onto the flesh of the couch, other tangled in loose strands of your hair.

your mouth is sloppy, drooling spit that dirties and leaks all over his cockhead and onto your own hand. he scowls at the mess, but does nothing to prevent it; why would he? you occasionally pull yourself off of his length, pressing wet kisses and small kitten licks to his slit, watching it pulse with need.

“d-do you forgive me ?”

he scoffs, your audacity, he thinks. of course he does. how could he not, with your sweet demeanor and perfect pup-like eyes; anyone would forgive such a behaved puppy. but toji had no plans to let you know that.

“make me cum pup, ‘nd we’ll see.”

[ramonathinks]

your dad always mentioning his best friend — you’re always hearing stories about him yet he’s never around. you only ever seen the back of his head in photos, and honestly you can barely even remember his name.

so when you’re back from university during the summer and your dad says in passing that his best friend is finally coming down to see him, you don’t think to much of it. just finally glad you’re able to meet the man who your dad is always raving about.

but being back home and away from school, you finally feel a bit more free. you invite a few friends out to a local club, waiting to look cute and just get some drinks.

you weren’t expecting a handsome stranger to be so taken with you. he buys you a drink, he offers you a dance, you can feel just how hard he is against your backside but he doesn’t care. “i want to be a gentleman and not fuck you in the bathroom…” as he speaks the dress you’re wearing is pulled up your hips, the club dimly lit and you can only feel his strong hands trailing up and down your thighs. “but i can hardly hold on any longer. you’re such a beautiful woman, you know that?”

“so i must ask if i can take you to where im saying tonight?” his fingers circle around your panty clothed clit and you squirm, nodding.

the hotel he stays at is only a block away, the walk is almost unbearable with his hot gaze and his hand on the small of your back.

a good look under the bedroom light and you get even wetter, his older handsome face under your dress when he sits you on the bed.

he’s sloppy with it. wetness coating your thighs as he slurps up the wetness you let out. he plays with your clit using his mouth to suck and lick trails up, drawing circles all over. muttering: “sticky little thing.” you try not to squirm to move but you reach down to tug at his hair as he shakes his hand to get more of your juices to coat his face. your thighs shake but he stops: “want you cumin’ on my cock, got that pretty?”

his cock splits you open, you arch your back and move back, he just laughs: “you can take it, cmon.” and even whispers more dirty things in your ear: “cmon baby, this pussy is weeping, don’t you want her to stop crying?”

you stay up all night as he makes you take him over and over again until he can fit himself all the way in. the long drags of his thick cock overwhelming you, your toes curl and when a tear falls from your eyes he makes sure to lick it up, you can’t believe this man is so filthy.

when the morning time comes you hear him on the phone, muttering or rather trying to be a gentleman to let you sleep in. he leaves you a bit of money with a note saying not to think of it as anything, he owes you for making you stay up all night.

you don’t expect to see him again. especially at home, hugging your dear old dad. you don’t expect him to look at you with the same amount as want and need as last night as you shake his hand.

even when breakfast is over, he helps you wash the dishes, saying he wants to get to know you better or so he tells your dad — his best friend. but instead he’s talking to you: “what are we going to do, hm? we can’t tell him, your dad would kill me.”

“my dad would kill both of us. you’re his best friend—”

“and you’re his precious daughter.” his eyes darken as he looks you over, even with you just wearing a tee shirt and jeans he still was packing a hard on. “he can forgive you, he won’t forgive me. im the adult here.”

“im twenty three, im an adult!” you try to argue.

“half my age, i shouldn’t have been been so careless.” he mutters, thinking to himself. “reckless. let’s just make that a one time thing, okay? look at me.”

your body burns in embarrassment as you look up at him, biting your lip and twirling your hair. you liked the way he looked at you, soft warming and inviting eyes.

he says it’s a one time thing until he’s putting his number in your phone. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s fucking you a few times before he leaves. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s taking you on dinners. he says it’s a one time thing even when he’s three months deep into the summer.

he says it’s a one time thing the entirety of his stay and when you’re back on campus, getting ready to sign a lease to a lonely apartment. you realize it’s not a one time thing when he’s pulling up and quickly telling the landlords nevermind for you and he’s giving you keys to a shared place.

“just don’t tell your dad, okay?” he winks.

SHIU KONG, TOJI, MIGUEL, GHOST, KÖNIG

BANNERS BY @/cafekitsune