#thanks for putting this in my head

[scarletlizzard]

thinking abt older sisters bsf! nat 🤭

your sister being wanda, and nat is obviously her best friend. wanda is always protective with you but since you both grew up with nat she could easily slip through the gaps.

her and wanda would always come home as a pair when they did, you chose to live with your parents while you attendees a smaller local college.

the first time natasha fucked you she snuck off away from wanda while she was sleeping, she’d find you still awake probably studying. she begged you to stop for a bit and come hangout with her.

you two would be cuddled up in your bed watching something, her hand would slowly roam your body.

you’d share a small kiss that would lead to her fucking you into your mattress. 🤭🤭🤭

every time wanda and your parents would go out to do something, natasha would make up some excuse not to go and she’d stay and fuck you the whole time they were gone.

ugh i love this so much 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Oh okay so this is what we're rocking with today? Cause yeah anon, you've hooked me!! 😌😳

A few thoughts on that if I may ✍️

The first time she snuck in your room, she convinced you to watch a movie with her. It started out innocently at first. After all, this was something you would regularly do, but usually not with just the two of you. As you watched the screen, her hand rested on your thigh, caressing the skin. It would inch up closer, painfully slow, and you couldn't deny the ache in your lower stomach building. Your thighs pressed together tightly.

"What's the matter sweetheart?"

With a smirk on her lips, forcing you to tell her how bad you needed her. How you wanted her to make you feel good. She kissed you softly at first, savoring the way your lips tasted, wanting to relish the feeling of your first kiss. Natasha would waste no time after that, knowing at any moment the two of you could be caught.

"You're taking me so well, fuck, this pussy was made for me."

"Shh, sweetheart, you have to be quiet. Don't want to wake anybody up, do you?"

"I know you love it.. the idea that someone could walk in right now and see you being fucked like a slut."

"That's it, baby, that's it. Give me everything. Shh, just one more, one more time."

The two of you spent the night tangled in your sheets, Natasha drawing out orgasm after orgasm from you. She left you a whining, whimpering mess, to the point you couldn't even speak.

She cuddled you until you fell asleep, but when you awoke, she was gone. You went slowly down the stairs, seeing your sister and her best friend eating breakfast at the table. You sat next to Wanda, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

After that night, she spent every minute she could in your presence, coming up with every excuse she could think of to stay home with you. The second the car rolled out of the driveway, she would be on top of you, her hands slipping into your panties wherever you were. She would fuck you for as long as she could whether it be ten minutes or two hours.

One evening, she had you on the couch, enjoying the squirming mess that you were underneath her. Your moans filled the room, along with the sinful sounds of her fucking you.

"That's it pretty girl, just like that. Let me hear those pretty moans."

Because any time you were alone, she wanted to hear those broken cries of pleasure, your name leaving your soft pink lips. But as you moaned her name, the familiar sound of the front door unlocking sent a shock of panic through your both your minds.

The two of you tried to part as quickly as possible, but as Wanda walked in, she could see what she had interrupted. The bag she held dropped, and anger was written on her face as she took in the sight before her: the two of you panting, breathlessly. Natasha was still pulling her shirt over her head while you attempted to put on your sweatpants. Both of you had red and puffy lips. A purple bruise was still fresh on your neck, and your hair was wild.

Wanda looked to you and the to Natasha, her fists clenching at her side as she stepped further into the living room.

"What the fu-"

[ssreeder]

I had a really funny thought about how once everyone is reunited, Jet is the only one who knows about the zukka situation so he gets stuck reluctantly guarding the tent when zukka cuddles are happening because Zuko isn’t ready for iroh to know.

[scoups4lyfe]

Honestly, when I firat saw this ep, and Saru losing his Haikus, I straight up thought "have you thought of Switching to Rap, Saruhara?"

LMAO

WHAT A CURSED THOUGHT

[jaimehwatson]

broke: Izzy wearing makeup and singing for the crew is OOC

woke: Izzy is open to experimenting and trying new things now because hitting rock bottom helped him realize how depressed his old life made him and he now knows he needs to change to find happiness

bespoke: he's like this now because they cut off the homophobic leg

[s0fter-sin]

everyone makes fun of soap when they find out how many hair and skin products he keeps on hand. the cabinet in his bathroom is filled to bursting and he always keeps travel sized bottles on him on missions

when soldiers outside the 141 find out, they call him precious and self-obsessed, a vain pretty boy too preoccupied with his reflection to focus on the enemy. no wonder how he got his callsign. price has given up telling him to leave them on base and just teaches him to individually wrap them so they don’t rattle against each other and give himself away

what they don’t know is that each product contains an ingredient that when mixed with any number of the others, creates potent chemical bombs. he was caught unarmed once, he won’t let it happen again

[hyuckonia]

very first 10 seconds of the tsum event and Kalim getting beaned by his tsum and lilia was like "oh guess i wasnt fast enough to stop it myb bro" SHUT UPPPDNAHAAJHA KALIMS SCREAM HAD ME LAUGHING SO HARD I WAS GUNNA CRY whatever i love them so badLMAOOOOO

[tapakah0]

@somerandomdudelmao, happy day of birth, Universe

[arminsumi]

GOJO AND HIS CALLOUSED HANDS‼️‼️‼️‼️ i am not okay

imagine the texture of his palms……they’d be so rough. bc yk, he kinda does a lot of rough shit so ofc he wouldn’t be all soft and pampered. just thinking about his hands makes me violently sick i want him so bad

ooh!

and you'd think his hands would feel soft and smooth. so when you first feel over his palms, it's a surprise — oh, he's got rough hands. oh, they're calloused. and you discover it when he asks you for a hand massage one day.

"oh, satoru, your hands are pretty rough." you note surprisedly.

he'd smirk like "well yeah, what did you expect? i'm not a pampered princess like you. kidding."

it's just like his personality. he's such a goof, you don't expect to see a rough side to him. but he's definitely got a rough side... 🥴

since you had such a reaction to his rough palms, he teases you by making a running joke whenever he holds your hand by saying, "oh, princess, your hands are pretty soft, aren't they?"

and now you're conscious of the callouses on his hands every time you're out in public, walking around hand-in-hand 🫠 you just can't ignore the rough texture rubbing against your palm.

[sunsburns]

guys… basketball player!luke…

[cannibalovers]

"Hannibal, stop stabbing ppl for buying me drinks."

[macfrog]

Just me up at 2am wondering how many times Joel replays that wedding hotel room night in his head 🤔

warnings: breeding kink, pregnancy, m masturbation, desperately horny joel word count: ~600 words

i think he thinks about that entire night and wonders what the fuck even happened there. the way the world tilted ever so slightly the moment he pulled open his front door and saw her on his porch – sunlight twinkling from her earrings, satin draped over her breasts in pale waves; the shameless flirting under the cover of rosé wine and beer, string bulbs and rainbow disco lights.

i mean, one minute he’s waving his newspaper at her like a grumpy old man, counting down the seconds until she’s skipping back over to her own fucking porch – the next he’s caging her against the bed in her hotel room, thinking if he doesn’t fuck her here n now, he might tear the entire place apart.

between the wedding and three weeks later? yeah, he might think about it – just a little.

might think about her dress, the shape of her body beneath it. the way it fell from her hips – just slipped down over her curves and pooled at her feet like venus emerging from the ocean. might think about her naked body: how, until that night, he’d only ever wondered about it – stealing sideways glances over the fence at her little shorts and tight vest tops. but now…now, he knows what she looks like. he’s seen her undress for him.

and i bet he thinks about her soft gasp when he first pushed inside, after she finally caught her breath again; feeling the size of him inside her, how he knew she didn’t expect him to be so big and so fucking hard for her. how much he had to focus on not coming within five thrusts, she was so fucking tight.

bet he thinks about it in the shower, one hand against the tiled wall, the other jacking himself furiously. mouthing the words he whispered in her ear as their bodies rocked together: how good she is for him, how pretty she looks all full of his cock. bet he still hears the echo of her moans, the sweet little laughs lilting from her lips.

and when he finds out she’s pregnant? shit.

when he’s watching the evidence of what they did grow right before his eyes? her body blooming: stomach swelling, breasts growing, her cheeks plumping and her skin glowing? knows that he’s the one who changed her forever? knows that it’s his baby she’s growing?

sure. he probably thinks about that part a normal amount, too.

and i bet he thinks about how he shouldn’t be thinking about it. about her.

not when he’s sure she wouldn’t look at him ever again, if not for their parallel driveways and the parallel lines on that pregnancy test. not when he’s trying to act his fucking age, date someone actually appropriate for a forty-eight-year-old with backache and still two decades off retirement.

but it makes it worse – the fact he shouldn’t be doing it. shouldn’t be relieving the heavy weight between his legs in the morning with the memory of her lips closing around his fingers, playing on a reel behind his eyelids.

shouldn’t be staring into space while he’s driving, hearing her giggles once they’d finished; feeling her nails as she drew shapes on his sweat-sticky chest. shouldn’t be thinking about her wandering around with his baby inside of her; her body growing ‘n changing all ‘cause of what they did together.

he shouldn’t be. he shouldn’t he shouldn’t he shouldn’t but jesus, he is. you fucking know he is.

dear reader, joel has absolutely wrecked the tape, the number of times he’s replayed that night. the vhs player is smoking.

[obkkseeker]

“just found out that my birthday is the same day as the day i was born” -obito probably

[primarinite]

gift for my beloved

[clockworkreapers]

look at all of these beans

[intromortal]

l.hs x f!reader wc: 307

cw: somnophilia, a sticky mess.

Heeseung would so be the type to come home after a long dreadful day at work during comeback season wanting nothing more than to bury his cock in your cunt to relieve all of his stress. Except when he walks into your shared apartment it's so early in the morning, you're sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed and he just doesn't have the heart to wake you up.

So instead he opts to lie down with you and takes you in his arms, pulling your back to his chest as he slowly trails kisses down your exposed skin, the thin tank top and choice of no bra leaving nothing to his imagination.

You're still deep in your slumber but soft moans are leaving your lips, and he smiles at the thought of his actions possibly causing your dreams to venture somewhere nasty. He ruts his hips against the curve of your ass and he slides a hand in your panties, finding you wet already, but it's just not enough. He has been so busy these past weeks and cannot go without burying himself in you.

He takes his thick member out of his briefs and slowly slides it in you, groaning in your ear at the snugness of your walls around him as he desperately starts rutting his hips. He's embarrassed at how fast he got close to cumming, but after so much time he can't bring himself to care as he pulls out and starts fucking between your plush thighs, painting them white as he cums on them, leaving such a sticky mess for you to find when you wake up.

He kisses you again while trying to catch his breath, then drifts off to sleep with you in his arms, thinking of ways to thank his sweet angel for letting him use you <3

[wurmmeat]

Portfolio stuff.