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themaninyourcomputer · 5 months

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I had to watch a Ted Ed video explaining radiation in chemistry earlier today, needless to say, I did not expect to get "I have been and always shall be your friend"-ed at 9 a.m. on a Monday.

#that's literally them #went a little cookoo bananas #james t kirk #kirk #s'chn t'gai spock #star trek tos #spirk #I have been and always shall be your friend #awoo jumpscare #spock #star trek #star trek the original series #gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #I felt like that one clip of brittany broski making scary-realistic monkey noises

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coffee-system-uwu · 11 months

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The moment Andrew put Neil's hand on his chest and Neil repeated Andrew's words back to him; "I won't be like them, and I won't let you let me be.", is such an important moment in their romance.

It's where Andrew starts really letting go. He gave Neil ground. And he didn't take it because he knew better than to accept the nonverbal permission. Giving ground doesn't mean it's ready to be taken. Andrew had always made his needs very clear, and his boundaries.

Neil took exactly what Andrew gave. No more. No less. A hand in the center of his chest. To an outsiders perspective it might not be very important but to Andrew it would've been everything.

It means he could fully trust Neil, as much as he is capable of. It's further proof that Neil wouldn't take advantage of him, push too hard, none of it. It means that for once this nothing didn't have to stay nothing. It could be something. Maybe not now, but in the future.

Andrew gave Neil a key and called it home, and Neil gave Andrew safety and called it something.

#this may be compelte nonsense im si tired broskis #ive been working so much bc imma be dat suga dad #jk im foghting capitalism for my right to live alone #shae #aftg #andrew minyard #neil josten #tfhc #all for the game #the foxhole court #all for the gay #andreil #andreil trash #im so soft

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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just a small idea for your Vox x reader series. I don’t know if it’s a specified gender for the reader but I think it’s be funny if the reader was in their period and they’re just texting Vox like-

reader: omg I’m in so much pain rn I feel like I’m about to die holly fuck-

Vox: yikes to bad for you, luckily I don’t have that problem

Hahahaha that's how he was like before the events of "You're Just Being Mean!" He didn't really care if Reader had issues and kind of just found entertainment in their suffering. Events after that interlude though- you can't really joke about death anymore or Vox straight up throws a whole tantrum about it. You worried him to death(as comical as that may be since he IS dead) so he's going to be pissy.

"Awwww you were worried about me?"

"Oh fuck you." 🖕

"That's cute Voxy."

"Shut up."

"Love you too ya dumbass."

And he just fucking dies instead HAHAHAHA

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #vox #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #get off my screen series #ahsksjsjjsjdns Vox being a dork #Dude is so stressed #We still stress him out but he loves us #broski is lowkey simping #he has an error screen dedicated to us lolol #anon ask #ask

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sherokutakari · 8 months

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CROWLEY'S WINGS GET SO FLUFFY WHEN HE'S ANGRY ABOUT THE ALMIGHTY'S PLANS??

They start out so smooth and nice, just like Aziraphale's

But then??? They're going to shut down his star factories before they even really get started? ThAt'S iDioCy!!!

HE LITERALLY GETS HIS FEATHERS RUFFLED I'M--

#Good Omens #Good Omens 2 #Crowley #Anthony J Crowley #ignore my crappy pictures amazon wont let me screen shot #but PLEASE I had to show this #this is like my 4th watch how is this the first im seeing it #broski just wanted to make his amazing galaxies and shit but they wanna turn the lights off on him at like nine o clock #Gomens Spoilers #Good Omens Spoilers #Gomens2 Spoilers #Good Omens 2 Spoilers #Spoilers

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gogogodzilla · 6 months

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day 25, humiliation

könig x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, dirty talk, sub! König, slight choking, oral, unprotected sex, creampie kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

König’s job caused him to be gone for long periods of time, and you both had a strict ‘no-touch’ rule. It made your reunions that much more pleasurable. He’d called you one night near the end of his mission, voice breathy and desperate.

“I’m sorry, maus,” he had whispered on the other end of your phone call. “I couldn’t help it. Just miss you so much.”

From the way he whined his words, you knew immediately what he was doing and you knew that he was close. You pictured him furiously stroking his large cock, his black t-shirt hiked up just enough to show his dark happy trail and the harsh lines of his abs. He begged to hear your voice while he came. You tsked but decided to grant him mercy that night. You could hear the wet slaps of his fist sliding along his cock, and the sound caused a jolt to run through you. You’d coaxed him through his orgasm, letting him know each and every single thing you wanted him to do to you when you got home. A muffled cry from the other end of your call told you he had finished, and you could practically see the cum dripping off of his hand.

When he returned home, a thousand apologies left his lips as he kissed you. You led him to your bedroom, and he kneeled before you.

There was something exhilarating about bringing a man as big as König to his knees. He was powerful in every sense of the word, and here he was, begging at your feet.

You supposed that was what you loved so much about him. He wasn’t afraid to show his submissive side, and you savored every moment. He trailed his hands up your leg, fingers dancing over your calves before moving onto your thighs. He was lucky you were feeling generous enough to allow him to touch you. If you were honest, after his phone call, you were chomping at the bit for him to come home, and you practically jumped him as soon as he crossed the threshold into your home.

You cupped his chin, forcing him to look at you. “Do you think you deserve to cum tonight, baby?” you asked, sticking your bottom lip out in feigned pity.

“I’m sorry, maus,” he moaned, leaning into your touch.

Your grip tightened on his jaw, and you hissed out, “I didn’t ask if you were sorry. I asked if you deserved to cum tonight?”

He shook his head, “No, maus.”

You straightened, releasing your hold on him, “That’s right.”

You backed up until the back of your thighs hit the edge of your bed, and you sat, spreading your legs for him. Your eyes drifted down his body, every muscle wound tight, and his cock was already straining in his tactical pants.

Your eyes hardened as they returned to his face, warning him not to move. You grip the hem of your sleep shirt and slowly pull it over your head, exposing yourself to König. A strangled moan leaves him as his eyes rake over your body, taking in every inch of your form.

You scoot back onto your bed, arching yourself against the mattress. “Come take my panties off me, baby,” you ordered, enjoying the way he scrambled to touch you. His large hands made quick work of your undergarment, flinging it to the side as your dripping core was revealed to him.

“You think you can be good and eat me out until you’re forgiven?” you questioned, raising a brow.

He nodded fervently, obediently settling between your legs. He wrapped his arms around your legs, keeping you in place while he trailed kisses over your inner thighs. You shifted your hips against his grasp, aching for his mouth on your core.

He sucked a love bite on your inner thigh before moving to press a kiss against your hip bone, teasing you. You hissed out his name in a warning. You felt him grin against you before he latched his lips onto your core, ripping any retort you had planned out of you.

His tongue worked relentlessly against your core, swiping through your folds before circling your clit. He eagerly lapped up your juices, groaning at the taste of you. His fingertips wandered up your abdomen to fondle your breasts. He kneaded your breast before extending his thumb to circle your nipple, matching the movements of his tongue on your clit.

Your moans reverberated through your bedroom as he devoured you like a starved man.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned as you felt your release creeping up on you. He whined against your core as you bucked your hips against him, grinding against his tongue. His moans sent vibrations coursing through you, which had your eyes rolling back in your head. König definitely knew how to apologize.

Your release hit you without a moment’s hesitation, and your thighs clamped around König’s head as you spasmed against him. He ardently sucked up your release as desperate moans escaped his lips and you rode out your high.

You pushed his head away from your dripping core before he could overstimulate you. You had plans, after all.

“Lie down on your back,” you commanded as you sat up, attempting to catch your breath.

He did as he was told, obediently laying beside you. He settled his hands over his crotch, avoiding your gaze. You leaned over him, a devious grin gracing your features. You tugged his hand away, and your grin widened as you saw the wet spot against the dark green of his trousers.

“Look at you, cumming in your pants like some virgin who’s never tasted pussy before,” you cooed as you situated yourself just below his hips.

You palmed him through his pants, earning a desperate whine in return. “Aww,” you stuck out your bottom lip, “is someone a little sensitive?”

You made quick work of unbuttoning his pants and yanking his zipper down. You slid your hand under his waistband and freed his hardening cock.

It still astounded you just how large he was, and your thighs clenched together as you stroked him, spreading his release.

“Bitte,” he pleaded, jutting his hips, “want to be inside you. Need to feel you around me, maus.”

You tsked, “I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands, baby. You already came without my permission once tonight.”

He whined as you moved up his body and settled yourself onto his cock, dragging your hips slowly over him. His release mixed with your own, and you easily slid over him. Each pass of your hips over the sensitive head of his cock had a breathy gasp leaving him.

Finally, you reached between you and positioned his length at your entrance, biting your lip as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. He grabbed your hips, steadying you as you took him inch by inch. You threw your head back, relishing just how full you felt. You didn’t think you’d ever get over the feeling of him inside you.

Once you were fully seated, you took a few moments to adjust and your thoughts were becoming hazy. You’d thought of this moment for weeks, and your imagination didn’t do it any justice. König twitched inside you, and you could feel him straining below you, attempting to not lose himself within you.

“No touching, König,” you warned as you slowly began to rock your hips. He whined at your words but tangled his fingers into the sheets nonetheless.

You rested one hand on König’s throat while the other reached between your legs to draw lazy circles around your clit. Your legs were burning as you bounced on König’s cock, setting a brutal pace.

He lifted his head to watch you, groaning at the sight of your lip tucked between your teeth as you rode him like your life depended on it. Your greedy cunt swallowed him whole, practically stretched to your limits.

“You like being used like some toy? So pathetic, whining for me,” you hissed, wrapping a hand around his throat and squeezing lightly.

“Please let me cum, schatz,” he begged as his hips rutted against yours. “Please, please, fuck, maus. So tight.”

“So pitiful, Kö,” you panted as you leaned forward to put both hands on the headboard. The new angle had you seeing stars, and your second orgasm was rapidly approaching.

You lifted yourself almost completely off of his cock before slamming back down on it, eliciting a cry from the both of you. You arched your back as König hit that spongy spot inside you that had you clenching around him.

“Right there, baby, shit, feels so good,” you gasped as you moved your hips, hitting that spot over and over again.

Within moments, you were cumming around him. His name and a few expletives graced your lips as your hips stuttered against his.

König held onto the sheets with white knuckles, “Please, schatz, let me cum. Please, please, please.”

You nodded, breathless, “Cum for me, baby.”

He buried himself deep within you as he came with a strangled cry. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he arched off of the mattress and his release painted your walls.

You continued to move your hips, milking him for every drop, causing a whine to escape him. His thighs began to shake underneath you as you continued to ride him. Unintelligible pleas left his lips, his overstimulated cock twitching inside you.

“Have you learned your lesson?” you questioned, slowing your movements only slightly.

He nodded quickly, “Yes, maus. I won’t break the rules again.”

“Good boy.”

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mikeluciraphgabe · 6 months

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I just saw a comment reacting to how Hayden Christensen finally felt welcome from fans and it said “he just had to wait for us to get older.”

And ya

I remember being 5 years old and sitting in front of the tv for a re-run of Star Wars my dad was watching and being like “wow, this guy is great 😁” and being confused why adults around me didn’t like him as Anakin (my dad did tho - Stan my dad fr fr)

Anyway

He had to wait for all those little toddlers to grow up to get the correct reaction to his character

As one of those little toddlers who grew up - Hayden, you are one of my biggest inspirations and I adore you in Star Wars <3

#hayden christensen #hes my dad fr #broski raised me off of Star Wars #star wars #anakin skywalker #star wars anakin #sw anakin

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gwdihw · 3 months

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Not me having to cite Hozier’s Brittany Broski interview in a serious academic paper for a percentage of my masters degree 💀 I love being a musicology student. Mother is in MHRA format. Broski nation we are academic girlies now.

#hozier #brittany broski #broski nation #educated and hot #she’s vibing in my bibliography queen

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di-writes-stuff · 6 months

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as brittany would say, i’m gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure.

(it’s giving interrogation.)

(and i’m into it.)

#call of duty #alex keller cod #cod mw #cod mw19 #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #alex keller #he’s so hot #barking #brittany broski #broski nation #i just woofed #meow #plz just let me run my fingers through your hair

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raineandsky · 3 months

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#86

Being a hero is stressful. That much is common knowledge. How a hero goes about unwinding from said stress is a mystery no one has yet figured out.

The hero settles in one of the little chairs in the circle. The man next to her gives her a light nudge. “Let’s see what you made this week, then.”

The hero reaches into her bag to show off her latest stress relief—a giant blanket, knitted in the downtime between jobs, sporting a rainbow of colours in bright streaks across its face. Everyone oohs and ahhs appropriately before the rest of the circle gets to showing off their own creations.

It’s been nice to have a place that isn’t entirely consumed by work, the hero thinks as she nods approvingly at someone’s mug cosy. No worrying about tomorrow, no wondering where the villains might be.

Her gaze flits to the next person in line to show something off, and her heart momentarily stops as she meets her eye. At least she doesn’t have to worry about the latter of her thoughts right now.

What the hell is the villain doing at the hero’s weekly knitting club?

“Go on,” the woman next to the villain prompts. The villain huffs and makes a show of it, but she pulls out a cardigan with a ghost of a pleased smirk.

The hero only realised why she’s so self-satisfied when she catches herself gaping in awe. The villain’s little cardigan is elaborate in pattern, swooping waves lining its shoulders. The yarns meld together in a perfect cacophony of colour. It’s amazing, more amazing than anything the hero could do.

The villain soaks in the praise with a humble nod before setting her gaze on the hero. It probably looks hopeful to anyone else, but the hero can see the glitter of arrogance in her eye. Go on, the villain’s practically saying, tell me how great I am.

“It’s nice,” the hero says through gritted teeth, and the villain’s smile turns humoured.

The hero can’t leave fast enough. Everyone else is packing their projects away. The hero’s blanket gets folded thankfully easily and she’s out the door before anyone can stop her.

Fine. A new project. Something to advance her skills and show the villain that she’s not the hot shit she thinks she is.

It takes all week. The hero holds her jumper up to show the group. The villain raises her eyebrows from across the circle.

“Inspired by another knitter here,” the hero says with what could almost be sarcasm, and the villain snorts a poorly contained laugh.

The villain shows off her creation. A pair of mittens, the patterns lacy and the colours bright. The hero scowls. Pissed doesn’t describe the feeling.

Next week. A layered scarf from the hero. The villain wins everyone’s affections with a tiny knitted elephant. “For my niece’s birthday,” the villain says innocently. “She loves them.”

Leaving is becoming more of a race with each passing week. “Keep trying,” the villain comments brightly before the hero can escape. “You’ve plenty of room to improve.”

The hero considers strangling the villain with her scarf.

The hero settles at her computer that evening with a scowl and a cup of hot chocolate, mentally prepared to prowl the internet for several hours for ideas on how to one-up the villain. It’s madness. She’s meant to be out there kicking the villain’s ass, and here she is trying to out-knit her.

It’s been three weeks, and she’s only just realising that her stress-relieving hobby is suddenly a lot more stress-inducing.

“Fuck,” she hisses outloud, and she momentarily considers the idea of knitting the word into a coaster for the villain too.

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #i cant lie broskis!!! work is tiring!!!#ive been working basically fukn above my job title (yes i will be making a big point of this to my boss) and every day im KNACKERED #weve been filmin some stuff for promotional stuff and tho my boss is like 'yea ill sort stuff :)' ive done ALL the planning #its been fun but itll be nice for this week to be over (affectionate)#and i know i say this a lot and it never happens but the queue is genuinely short rn and i am mostly coming home and staring at walls #so if it runs out and things end up a lil late sorry! im just tryna remember how to be human

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