#I don't know where this came from

[sugarlywhispers]

the sudden thought of bakugou katsuki sending an audio to his s/o while at the gym, where he speaks IN BETWEEN GASPS AND GRUNTS AND EVEN GROWLS BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WEIGHT HE'S LIFTING WHILE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE FOR DINNER AND SUGGESTING MEALS OR PLEACES TO GO IF YOU WANT AND THEN HE SAYS, "Ugh... whatever you... mmh... want, baby, it's yours..." AND HE EXHALES FUCKING SEXILY AS THE SOUND OF THE WEIGHT DROPPING IS HEARD.

— I'M DYING HELP.

#DON'T @ ME #I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS CAME FROM #I EVEN HATE WHEN MEN DO ALL THOSE SOUNDS AT THE GYM #BUT THEN... #BAKUGOU KATSUKI #AND THE THOUGHT WAS: FUCK YEAH HE WOULD DEF SOUND SO FREAKING SEXYYYYYY #okay ill stop now goodnight #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #mha imagines #mha headcanons #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios #bnha imagines #mha bakugo katsuki

[vilkalizer]

#i don't know where this came from #but #in case you need it #here you go

[sassypossumm]

Stress Relief

Slightly smutty angsty/domestic 'stress relief' with Miguel... I have no idea where I got this from, but enjoy!!!

Miguel has been really stressed out. When isn't he stressed out, honestly, but he's been especially stressed out lately.

On the rare occasions he comes home, it's for nothing more than to grab a stale cup of coffee or a quick shower. It's obviously wearing on him, and you know he's beating himself up for how little time you've spent together.

The last straw comes when you come home to find him half dead on his feet, stuffing a stale Danish into his mouth. His exhausted features soften when he sees you, but his gizmo beeps and he yet again dashes through a portal with a rushed apology and peck on the cheek.

"Enough is enough." You grumble as a plan begins forming in your mind. Two weeks and several phoned in bribes later, Miguel is actually home. For an entire evening. And you'd be giddy with excitement if he weren't constantly checking his gizmo throughout dinner. And you'd gone to the trouble of making his favorite, Peppered Salmon and New Potatoes Au Grautin.

"Babe..." You tried to get his attention, putting down your fork. Miguel simply hummed. Your eye twitched and you took a steadying breath to keep from wringing his neck. "Your foods getting cold." Miguel flashes you an apologetic look and takes a bite, humming around the mouthful.

"Lo siento, mi vida." He mutters, taking another bite before looking back at his gizmo. You're not amused. Throwing down your fork with a huff, you stand and round the table, standing in front of him, hands on hips. "Nena, por favor. Just another minute,"

"You've been saying that for two hours, Miguel." His eyes snap up at your sharp tone, and he opens his mouth ready to protest when he takes in your stiff posture. Instantly his heart melts and he reaches for you.

"Aye, lo siento," His tone is soft, but you're not having it.

"You've been saying that for the last two hours too." His eyes widen at your tone, and he opens his mouth again, only to be met with your tongue bullying its way into his mouth, as you launch yourself into his arms. His sounds of surprise devolve into a practically depraved moan as he claws you closer, cradling you against his chest.

"Amor," He murmurs, leaving frantic open mouthed kisses down your neck. You rake shaky fingers through his hair, before remembering your irritation and tugging roughly at his hair. "Shock!" He hisses, jerking back to glare at you. "Para que era eso?!" You shift off his lap, and meet his glare with one of your own. Still stunned, he fails to notice you sinking to the floor between his thighs until you push as his thighs to make room to work. His attention flits to your position, and his anger melts into confusion. "Y/N,"

"I go to the trouble of bribing my way into a few hours with you, just a few hours." You growl, roughly unbuckling his belt. Miguel's eyebrows raise.

"You did what?" His words might as well have been back ground noise to you, as you grumbled under your breath, tugging at his zipper. Miguel's mouth went dry as he lifted his hips to let you all but yank his pants and boxers down. He watched you dumbly, as you looked at his cock in irritation before meeting his eyes, and his heart clenched at the hurt he saw.

"Do you think I like seeing you do this to yourself?" Your voice is sharp and you quickly sniff to keep from crying.

"Amor..." He whispers, trying to touch your cheek, but you bat his hand away and rest your hands on his thighs, rubbing at the hair on his corded thigh.

"I spent all afternoon making your favorite meal...and you've hardly taken three bites." Your attention shifts to his neglected cock, and you stroke it softly once. It twitches in response to your touch. You'd once quipped about his cock being 'touch interactive' but right now the thought soured in your mouth. Your brows pinch together and you again fix Miguel with an irritated glare.

"I wanted to make tonight special. Wanted to spoil you, get you to relax." You look longingly at his cock again, noticing it's slow awakening. "I adore you, and you are hellbent determined to neglect yourself." His large, warm hand cups your cheek, and you sniff as he guides your face up to meet his.

"Te amo." He whispers softly, running his thumb under your eye, catching a stray tear. You open your mouth to speak but he shakes his head and places his thumb over your lips. "My turn." He says in the firm tone that sends tingles of pleasure down your spine even now. "You're right." He continues, surprising you, but it's what he says next that has you soaking. "And I'm sorry." You whimper, and his heart clenches.

"Miggy." Your defenses fall and you reach for him, irritation melting away, leaving you with only thr base instinct to feel him.

"Bebita." He growls gently. "Come here." You squeak as he pulls you roughly into his arms and licks his way into your mouth, pinning down your tongue with his own. You grip at his arms and shudder, trying and failing to catch your breath as your head grows fuzzy.

"I wanted to worship you." Your voice comes out a whispy thing against his lips drawing a primal groan from his chest as he sucks at your pulse before standing and hoisting you into his arms. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you feel his hardness poke against your ass as he strides to the bedroom.

"You can worship me all you want, bebita." He growls, biting your neck as he kicks the door shut. Throwing you on thr bed, he quickly shedding his shirt before climbing on top of you possessively. "After all, we've got all night."

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel imagine #atsv #i don't know where this came from #i hope you like it!

[soft-edging-kittens]

An older woman catching me peeping at them showering and telling me to cum would fix me

#i don't know where this came from #watching them soap up #and rinse off #and dry off #and brush their wet hair #and finger their wet he #and mock me lovingly

[spielzeugkaiser]

[First Part] - [second]

Baby (who still has no name) is warming up to Geralt, who also starts to connect some dots. (Like, I think he suspects that he's Jaskiers son, adopted or otherwise, but he won't even humor the idea that he could be the dad.) That being said - the kid is an angry teenager sometimes. Jaskier tried all he could as a single parent and they have a very loving relationship, but I also think they do argue quite a bit, and there is some tension.

And the more he gets to learn how Geralt truly is the weirder is gets, cause. He's a good guy? And either Jaskier is petty and was too dramatic and kept him from meeting his dad for nothing, or Geralt isn't a good guy AT ALL and has hurt Jaskier really bad, and he doesn't think Geralt has it in him, but some people (and especially alphas) get really weird and archaic around omegas? And he had to witness again and again, with how little respect his unbonded, single father of a bastard child was treated - is Geralt like that too? But Jaskier still only ever talked somewhat kindly about him. And from all he saw... he trusts Geralt. He's a quiet, but witty and honorable man. But is it fair to doubt the parent that was there for him, that raised him, that sacrificed so much for him? The poor kid is so conflicted.

#please tell me your headcanons and prompts about this 'verse it's just vibes so far and like 10% plot #geraskier #geralt of rivia #the witcher #ciri #omegaverse #geraskier lovechild #jaskier #i don't know where this came from #but I imagined the kid as quite sickly (which is ironic) - Geralt does not really remember that he was sick as a child all the time too #also I do think Jaskier can play the lute but it's no fun for his fingers and he switched to other stuff over the years #I'm quite sure that Jaskier kept a low profile after the Rience incident because he was TERRIFIED by the thought what could have happened #also I really wanted to look at this with a kind of more realistic lense when it comes to parentage #and Jaskier did all the things right where it counts #He's loving he's emotional open he communicates - but would Jaskier always be a reliable parent? a structured one? an easily available one? #I don't think so #professor Jaskier can work for hours on end and forget to get you on time from your play date so you have to awkwardly wait and #he forgets to cook and to wash and it's always messy and once he writes he writes and gets annoyed when interrupted #but he also tells bedtime stories and stays at your bedside when you're ill and plays with you when you moved AGAIN and have no friends yet #he's easily pulled into arguments but also knows how to apologise #but he lies again and again #and he tells heroic and brave and honourable stories about your dad but still has a chest with your unsend letters and looks so so sad #when you put another one in his hands #and he never tells you to stop but doesn't send them and you know your Papa would be too kind to ask you to stop #ALSO #I think the kid is old enough to understand some of the inherent consent issues that are rampant in omegaverse #and while I imagined that 'verse here a bit tuned down #I think that the kid has seen and heard some shit! and what if Jaskier in only talking kindly of Geralt to soften the blow for him and- #kid is 100% ready to break Geralts nose if it turned out that he forced himself on his pa #(which he did not ofc but nobody communicates here)

[writinginthetwilight]

But then its Monday.

Eddie Munson x GN Reader

Your eyes feel hot, body a dead weight, the magic of the couch is winning a fight you know won't translate to the bed, pulling you under.

You don't want it not yet, but the TVs light is getting too bright now the violet toned skies have gave way, no longer colouring the room in dying light and growing shadows.

His weight shifts besides you his hair tickling your cheek from where it's pressed into his arm, scented with the coconut shampoo he'd stolen from you for a shower, locks still a little damp in the places curled around the nape of his neck.

His hand's walking a soothing cararss into the soft flesh above your elbow and you lean yourself into him, closing your eyes as a chuckle rumbles through his chest at a line from the show your watching that never quite makes it to your ears.

'Hey?'

His voice curls around you subconscious but it's movement that makes your eyes flutter open, makes you groan as the pocket of heat youde created disperses and causes you to shudder as gooseflesh raises on your skin.

Eyes squinting up to him, a soft face with his own tired brown eyes look down.

'Let's get to bed."

"No just one more episode." You rasp moving from where your body had molded to his side.

"You slept through the last one. "

"I wasn't sleeping."

He raises his eyesbrows and goes to wipe the corner of your mouth and you swat his hand away.

"I was resting my eyes."

He laughs this time pointing to the wet patch on his shoulder.

"Come on its late." he stretches out, back arching and the blanket slips completely off you, an involuntary whine leaving you in protest as you curl up against the throw pillows.

"You need sleep." he says gently groaning as he stands hands raking though his hair and an easy smile on his face.

"But if I sleep it willl be Monday."

He tips his head silently, eyes locked on yours as his hand reaches out to you and reluctantly you let him pull you up.

He pulls you in, face nuzzling down until you look at him eyebrows knitted, he makes an overegzagertad display of copying your expression until a smile finally tugs at your mouth .

You let him drag you to the bathroom, his arm wrapped around you as you brush your teeth silently, tired bones leaning against each other as you smile sleepy toothpaste smiles at each other in the mirror.

The beds cold when he drags you under, shapes of the room diffused in the midnight umbra.

Legs tangle searching for warmth, socks are shed beneath a sanctuary of polycotton and body heat.

Until you still, softening with foreheads pressed together.

"Sleep." he hushes "I got you."

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson blurb #I don't know where this came from #The weekends always too short

[toomuchracket]

mads i can’t stop thinking abt the dildo mould of his dick and matty sitting behind her and fucking her with it in front of a mirror and he’s whispering in her ear and

"look, princess, look how i'm fucking you. watch closely, yeah? watch how daddy fucks you, so you know what to do when you're needy and i'm not here. but knowing you... you're always needy for me, aren't you, my beautiful girl? wouldn't be surprised if you kept this inside you all the time when i'm away. s'the first thing i'm doing when i come back, princess, fucking you full of me and staying inside you for as long as i can, letting you keep me warm. well, it's the second thing, to be honest - need to get my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours first, fucking obsessed with it. fucking obsessed with YOU, perfect girl. i love you. will you be a good girl and cum for daddy, princess?"

#i don't know where this came from #oh well! #mads answers asks #matty asks #d word matty #smutty asks

[cinnamon-flame]

I had this need to draw the gang in random sweaters, so here they are.

#I don't know how they even managed to get that sweater on Peril #also yes Winter has a turtleneck #it was very important to my vision for some reason #I don't know where this came from #wof #wings of fire #winter wof #qibli wof #moonwatcher wof #kinkajou wof #turtle wof #peril wof

[sassypantsjaxon]

Monoma: Well well well, if it isn't class A

Monona: *continues to deride class A*

Monona *down bad*: Except for you Shinsou, you're doing amazing sweetie

Shinsou *down just as bad*: thank.

#shinmono #monoshin #monoma neito #shinsou hitoshi #incorrect quotes #i don't know where this came from #i just think i'm funny so i decided to share it with you all #this is barely even an incorrect quote. it's basically how the joint training arc went right? #i have an ask about shinmono that i need to answer because i think they're great together

[elmhat]

// dsmp rp

Sam emptied the cauldron in silence. He often did, these days; Dream wasn't in the mood to talk, and Sam wasn't in the mood to listen. The water hissed as it touched the lava.

“I’m going to kill you,” said Dream. It was spoken quietly, almost a whisper—but Sam jumped hard enough to spill some of the water from the bucket, head snapping around to his prisoner. Dream hadn't moved from where he was curled up in the corner, deep red stains still visible through his uniform. He wasn't even looking at him.

Sam gathered his composure beneath him; the Warden would not be so easily scared. Stoicism was as good as any armor. “Be quiet,” he commanded.

“See this?” said Dream, in immediate and obvious defiance. Ever so slowly, he raised his arm. It was obviously broken; bent at a strange angle that Sam didn't want to try to interpret. “When I get out, that's what I’m gonna do to your neck.”

“You’re never getting out.” Sam’s voice did not waver.

Green eyes looked up at him, bright and wild, and a wide grin cut across Dream’s face like an open wound. Sam shivered. He looked away quickly, resuming his duties. Dream was not far gone enough to try attacking him here, he had to tell himself. In here, Dream’s words were only words.

#dreblr #c!dream #c!sam #c!awesamdude #pandora's vault #drabbles #my writing #I don't know where this came from

[fingerless-glovez]

Random thought that just came to me while cutting out patterns: If Floyd were to nickname someone "Sharkbait" Jade would say "Sharkbait, ooh ha ha" under his breath every time somebody says it

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #floyd leech #jade leech #i don't know where this came from

[fairy-verse]

I would love to dance with the firstborn fairy of winter, error himself.

I actually love the snow, gives off a nostalgic feeling, and the cold is my favourite, even if im born in spring. So, dancing in the snow? May i have the pleausure? If I may have their permission, of course. 🫴

How sweet of you to ask, dearest Anon. Perhaps you may be lucky to have the chance and dance with the queen of winter himself. Perhaps Error may hold about your waist to keep you close as his other hand tenderly grasps your own, pulling you in for a slow and graceful dance in the light downfall of powdery snow, the stars barely visible through brief windows in the clouds up above. Perhaps he flies higher and higher, making the world down below seem so small and insignificant, all its troubles and sorrows unimportant.

Perhaps your joy turns to ice in your veins as Error smiles down at you with satisfaction and the likes of the frozen waste, caring not as he lets you go only to watch in silence as you fall. Perhaps… seeing the way the light of the stars glimmers in the colours of his wings was as beautiful a sight as life itself. Perhaps your fall will not end in death, but instead, a jostle as you fall from your bed, the chill of the late winter’s night prickling your skin and reminding you of where you are, now awake, and with the memories of a beautiful dream slowly fading away into nothingness with only its feeling remaining in your heart.

#aufairyverse #utmv #ask for the fairy #fairy!error #error sans #i don't know where this came from #i was possessed by the ethereal music i was listening to

[happybird16]

Imagine postwar Levi getting a tattoo in remembrance of his fallen comrades. After the world fell apart, he was left with only the clothes on his back. A new place. A new home. It's like he's been completely displaced, and yet the memories still haunt him. Hundreds -no- thousands of faces fill his dreams, some are happy, but often they're filled with blood. Friends, Family. All gone.

Theres nothing left of them, not really, other than the memories, the ghosts he often imagines hovering over his shoulder. All he has from.. from before is his old uniform, still torn and shredded from the final fight even a year later. He didn't have the energy to mend it, especially knowing that the fabric will eventually decay and fade. Time eventually rendering the wings of freedom faint, the dark blue becoming a tattered grey ish tone.

He likes the idea, once he thinks of it. A permanent memory of them -of all of them- in their honor. Tattoos weren't a thing on Paradis and the concept was startling at first, a needle etching ink into skin. He wants it, he eventually decides, yearns for it even, once the idea is fully formed into his brain.

He saves and saves, squirreling away any spare money he can for several months. Eventually, one balmy evening, he walks -more of a hobble really, his knee is worse and worse every day- a few short blocks from his tea shop. Cloak in hand, he enters the shop with hope in his heart for the first time since the end, imagining the ghosts pushing him forward, their hands splayed across his back.

Wings. The Wings of Freedom in bright blue and stark white, splayed across his back. Over scars, both new and old. A permanent reminder.

#and the tattoo artist is you #ajdnfnjfjskka #i don't know where this came from #levi ackerman #postwar Levi #postwar!levi #attack on titan #aot #snk

[theaceofarrows]

Jay: Hey, Cole, since your the only one out of all of us to go to a real school do you have any cool stories about it?

Kai: [to Cole] Yeah, anything's gotta be better than stories of homeschooling Nya

Nya: He's got a point. Let's hear it

Cole: Uhh, well this one time in middle school, during choir the music teacher accidentally turned on an Eminem song, and this one kid started perfectly rapping along to the song while his buddy beatboxed. The teacher was so stunned that we just listened to the two of them for the rest of the class

Jay: Whoa!

Zane: Very intriguing!

Cole: Oh, and I'm not the only one who went to school. Lloyd did too remember

Jay: [turns to Lloyd] Oh, yeah You got any fun stories, kid?

Lloyd: Ummm... well, one time some kid was about to get in a fight with another kid, and then that kid said "I got something for you bitch!" and then pulled out an entire pineapple out of his backpack and started beating the kid with it in the middle of the school hallway. The teachers gave extra credit to the pineapple kid for his "creativity in combat"

[stunned silence from everyone]

Lloyd: ...Yeah, Darkly's isn't exactly the best place to tell stories about...

Jay: ...

Cole: ...

Kai: ...

Jay: [awkwardly turns to Cole] Sooo~ Cole you got any other good ones?

#jay walker #ninjago jay #cole brookstone #ninjago cole #kai smith #ninjago kai #nya smith #zane julien #ninjago zane #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd #ninjago #incorrect ninjago quotes #this is so chaotic #i don't know where this came from #i'm going to add another little part to it later

[gay-mooshrooms]

c!beeduo is the epitome of right person not enough time/wrong time

It's i love you but I have to go, it's I'm sorry that we couldn't spend the rest of our lives intertwined or get the happy ending we deserved, I'm sorry that we can't stay together, I'm sorry the love wasn't enough. But my love was there, it was real, and I will carry it with me until the end of my days, even if it couldn't change the reality we live

#i don't know where this came from #but i just finished fading lights and now i have THOUGHTS #AND FEELINGS #c!beeduo #moosh rambles

[ghost-of-you]

#5sos #calum hood #my edit #i guess I'm moodboarding now lol #ch #mentally im here #i spend an unreasonable amount of time looking for the right picture lol #I don't know where this came from #It just came to me #5sosedit #i believe in the romanticization of calum hood