#i got carried away with this

[maarriiii]

Jason x reader but like reader is touchstarved in the way they crave touch and Jason is touchstarved as in not used to touch but like he very quickly would end up being very affectionate playing with their hair, rubbing their back, cuddles, ect because he can see how much it helps them and so in turn he is able to learn to be more comfortable and all around happy (that's just thoughts idk if you want to like fuck around with that to make it smth or just appreciate my thoughts :-) )

no because imagine it was early on in your relationship. both of you are still figuring out each other's boundaries and whatnot. and knowing jason, you know he's not that into physical touch (he'll hold your hand and hug you and kiss you obviously) but sometimes you just want to climb to his lap and bury your face on the crook of his neck or pressed your face against his chest or back as you wrapped your arms around his body but you don't want to be overly clingy or annoying him with that.

one day you get home from work, everything sucks, and you're tired and want to sleep but you see jason in the kitchen cooking for you and he look so warm and comfortable that you just drop your bag, take off your shoes, and just press your face against his back without saying anything because all you need rn is his presence, his arms around you.

jason noticed this—and after trying to get you to talk, only to end up with short responses and mumbles—he just turned around and wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head underneath his chin, and kissing the top of your head. he didn't know if this was the right to do instead of just figuring out the solution to your problem but he could feel you visible relax at this and he just smile softly, kissing your head constantly and rubbing your back.

from that moment on, whenever you're in that mood (he could tell by a glimpse because of course he can) he just does that same thing; wrap his arms tightly around you, kiss the top of your head, and rub your back. he stocks up on your favorite snacks and drinks so that later you could cuddle up and watch a movie or something.

but that comforting action that jason does branch out to just every day to day thing. He would kiss you on the forehead before you go to work, the first one to grab your hand when you're walking side by side, hug you from behind when it's your turn to cook, put on your helmet for you when you go for a drive on his motorcycle (can you tell i would LOVE to go on a ride bike with jason?) place his hand on your arm or knee when the lights turn red, etc and jason doesn't realize it but he's looking forward to touching you in some way every day because he gotten used to it and he just loves feeling you against him and he loves you very much and he's just ahhh!!!!!

#anon i love you for this #i got carried away with this #but idc #anon ask #anon answered #my asks #maarriiii talks #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader

[becca-e-barnes]

Imagine being stepdad Bucky’s dirty little secret😩🤫

I've been listening to 'Bad Man' by FIGHTMASTER and it's inspired some filthy fantasies that would fit stepdad Bucky perfectly 🤤

I have so much I'd like to talk about but I'll start with how hot it would be to have him catch you playing with a toy when you think no one is home. Especially if you'd already been sleeping together but maybe you decided to stop when you got a new boyfriend.

You were so sure the house was empty, you didn't even think twice about slipping your vibrator from it's hiding spot. With your earphones in, you hadn't heard the footsteps down the hallway towards your bedroom. You didn't notice that your door wasn't closed tight either. All that mattered was the delightful buzzing of the toy against your clit, your hand squeezing your own breasts and the flithy thoughts that inspired you to touch yourself.

Fuck, this was a show for Bucky. He hadn't meant to invade your privacy but he wasn't quite sure how to look away. The memory of you writhing in pleasure kept him up at night but now he's getting to see it up close again.

"You really ought to close your door if you're going to do that, sweetheart." You miss the first half of what he said because you weren't able to take your earphones out fast enough, choosing instead to cover yourself.

Bucky only rolls his eyes. "No point covering up, honey. Did you forget I've kissed, licked or bitten pretty much every inch of you already?" There's an overwhelming cockiness in his tone and it makes knots twist in your stomach.

"Look, if that new guy you're dating can't take care of you, you only had to tell me." He steps inside and closes the door behind him and you swear he hasn't taken his eyes off you yet. "I'm not surprised he's not enough for you. I bet he's selfish, isn't he. He doesn't think about you. He won't take the time to learn what you like. He can't make your thighs shake the way I do."

His stare is intense but when you look away, he catches under your chin with two fingers, redirecting your line of sight back to him.

"You don't need to be shy." His voice is soothing, his hand creeping under the sheets and you don't make any effort to stop him from finding what he's looking for. He trails his fingers up your thigh, groaning softly when his fingertips reach the slick, messy folds of your sex.

"We shouldn't do this..." You protest feebly but that only makes him laugh.

"You're right. We shouldn't. So tell me why you're grinding yourself against my fingers like you're in heat." It's humiliating but he's got a point. "If he's not taking care of you, I'll have to remind you how sex is supposed to feel." Two of his thick, long fingers glide into your eager body and you feel him hook them inside you exactly how you always loved.

"You don't know how many times I've stroked my cock and tried to remember exactly what this little cunt feels like. I’ve tried to remember the way you squeeze me when you're cumming. Nothing feels like you do. Your body is a fucking luxury." He's losing his self control far faster than he wants to.

"Get on your hands and knees." It's an order you only start to respond to when he slips his fingers out of you and you reposition yourself in front of him. He tugs his zipper down, freeing himself from his underwear, giving his cock a few firm strokes before lining it up with your entrance.

"Oh sweetheart, it's been a while." He groans, pressing just the tip into you at first.

"Feels so fucking good." You babble, pressing yourself back on him, encouraging him to inch into your body. You haven't felt this blissed out in months and he's only getting started. You knew this wouldn't last. There was no way you'd be able to turn down the one man who truly knows your body. He understands your needs in a way no one else has ever even tried to. Maybe it's the age difference or the extra experience he's got but this man really understands your pleasure.

"Fuck, it does, doesn't it?" He laughs, pressing the rest of the way into you and giving you a couple of sharp, half thrusts.

It's not long before he's established a good rhythm, his cock slipping in and out of you while he reaches around you to rub your clit. You feel him kissing the back of your neck, groaning against your skin that he missed your body, up until a faint buzzing sound makes him pause.

At first you'd thought your vibrator switched back on but then you notice your phone screen illuminated on the sheets beside you and your boyfriend's face filling the screen.

"Answer it." Bucky demands, resuming his thrusts at the same pace as before. "I want you to answer it. Tell him what we're doing. Or hide it from him. It's up to you."

#asks answered <3 #sergeantbarnessdoll #becca writes spice #stepdad!bucky #bucky Barnes smut #stepdad Bucky smut #tw: stepcest #I got carried away with this #I'm going into work tomorrow fully intending to be a nightmare #and I'm so excited about it #my self confidence rn can't be matched #I've been getting back into weight training #and I've started to notice a difference #and my skin is looking really nice too rn #It's just me and my water bottle and my hopes and dreams against the world

[elliespuns]

The prologue scene is so important. There's so much hidden emotion behind Joel singing to Ellie.

What's so unbearable about this scene is that Ellie already knows Joel is lying to her, and Joel, as guilty as he is, suspects she knows but still tries his best not to admit it to himself. That's why the conversation between them is so awkward, even though we aren't given any reason for it to be in that moment. We'd expect that something must have happened between them in the meantime to make them so distant, but nothing really happened—that's the thing—nothing happened.

Ellie wasn't sure whether Joel was telling her the truth or not back when he told her about the fireflies after he saved her, because even though something in her was telling her that he was lying to her, she WANTED so badly to believe he wouldn't. But I think that time spent with Joel from this point on made her realize. 

Joel is not the type of guy to show emotions, to soften, or to try so hard. Yet, it's all he's been doing ever since they ended up in Jackson. All this constant trying to chitchat with her, tell jokes she likes, learn about her favorite things, sing to her (to somehow make amends to her), she knows what all this is about. She's not stupid. She can feel it, and she can see it in his face. It's not like Joel is good at hiding his guilt anyway.

This is perfectly portrayed in the scene where he comes into her room and sings to her. You can see how much he's nervous. Why is he nervous? To sing? No. He's nervous because he's about to sing to someone who might already feel disappointed in him. He's not self-conscious. He's not feeling himself because he's scared of what her reaction is going to be. It would break him if there was another thing she didn't like about him. And it's stupid to think so, because why would Ellie judge his singing? She wouldn't, and he knows it. Yet he can't help it because he's so buried in his guilt that he's losing his mind. You can see it in his face as he stops singing. He's ashamed to look at her; he needs her to say something. Something nice. He's avoiding eye contact.

Ellie, on the other hand, feels everything in that moment too deeply. The way he strums the guitar so delicately, the way his husky voice sings so softly, and how honest he is with the words he's too afraid to say out loud in a casual conversation. She can see he's trying. That's why she lets him do his thing, even though a part of her just wants him to leave. She knows he's lying to her. But she doesn't want to believe it. So when he starts, it changes everything for her.

You can see in the way Ellie carefully listens to every word that's meant just for her that she's falling for his love, letting the possibility of him not actually being the bad guy pierce through her being. He clearly loves her, so why dwell on it? She's letting his love in, forgiving him in a way.

That's why she's so sad when he leaves the room. If he's lying to her, why isn't she worth the truth? On the other hand, what if he's not lying to her? She's unreasonably pushing this mellow man, who means well, away. It makes her feel bad. She needs to give him a chance.

That's why later, when she's 16, we see her enjoying her birthday with Joel, laughing and bickering. It's because she let herself let go. She let the heavy feeling in her chest of him lying to her die that day and let his love in instead.

And then, a year later, she finds the letter, and all those feelings and doubts are back. It makes her go back to the hospital, and she finds out the truth. It is so sad to realize that maybe if she hadn't found the letter, she would have never gone back to the hospital and would have never found out the truth that cost her 2 long years of a beautiful fatherly friendship with the only person who had ever loved her so deeply.

#i got carried away with this #the last of us #tlou #ellie williams #ellie tlou #joel miller #joel tlou #ellie and joel #joellie #the last of us game #tlou game #the last of us part 2 #tlou part 2 #the last of us talk #elliespuns analyses

[boredth]

We've seen you do Johnny Silverhand as John Wick (amazing af btw, you're my favorite Keanu Reeves artist <3), but what about John Wick as Johnny Silverhand?

Adam Smasher about to have some real competition

#giving him a silverhand? #call an ambulance but not for me #I got carried away with this #cyberpunk 2077 #john wick #my art #ask

[rising-volteccers]

I love how Friede is becoming a softie and being a guardian to liko and roy. His friends are enjoying watching the change too xD

YESS gosh what I've been enjoying through the last twelve episodes is the progression from 'I'm a hired bodyguard' to 'These are my Kids™'.

Let me just ramble about Friede is Becoming a Dad moments I've noticed and adored up until episode 12:

In the first couple of episodes, he was quick to assure Liko when Sprig got nabbed. Asked her for some time so he can be properly sure that they have a lead so they're not seeking blindly. When they did find where Sprig is held at, he stopped her from rushing in without a plan and instead, acted like bait to draw Amethio's attention while she goes to save her cat. Yes hi Liko do you think he's going to let you run into danger like that.

When they got to the island where Roy is at, aside from the fact that he saved the pair from the angry Bug-types, he didn't dismiss Roy's feelings of wanting to be Fuecoco's partner. He simply wanted him to understand that it's a two way street; Roy can't singularly push his feelings without considering Fuecoco's as well. Allowing him to stay on board for the night (with Cap's permission too) so he'll have the time and opportunity to convey these feelings to Fuecoco? Yeah, that's the Dad in him peeking out.

Of course, we can't forget the time where he sees Liko's curiosity with the island Pokemon and decided to delay their return because of it. The way he watched Liko and then smiling like that? He's compromising for his kid right there.

When the Explorers attacked, even Amethio got annoyed with the way he kept getting distracted from the fight. I feel like ordinarily, Friede's not the sort to keep his eyes away from battle but he does so here because he's worried for Roy. He can't help it when there's the potential of that Rhyhorn doing harm unto Roy and Fuecoco.

He was relieved when Fuecoco pulled off his Ember but of course, his inattentiveness costed him when Amethio went straight for Liko. He's trying to get to his kids!!

Look at him being so supportive of Roy and Fuecoco being partners! And how happy he is to know that both of them were brought together by the RVT flag! That's another kid acquired yes sir.

I imagine this goes both ways. Friede thus far has prove the be quite the protective guy, not just to the kids but to his crew in general. He's the captain of this motley crew. These people from different walks of life all came together under the Rising Volt Tacklers flag where their motto is "chase each mystery we see until it's solved." Well it's no mystery that the good captain here has become Dad to the kids on board.

Also this shows Friede and by extension the rest of the crew doesn't force Dot to change who she is. They know she's reclusive, grumpy, strict but they more or less leave her be. I personally find that nice to see.

I adore this bit because while he gets to munch on the doughnuts Dot doesn't touch, it goes to show that he cares that Murdock wants to make something that she'll eat. His encouraging words are not just towards the kids!

Friede trying to give advice to Roy in this moment was so sweet! He's trying to be a good role model to his kid (now if only he sat through the whole advice giving moment).

Look at him witnessing and trusting Roy in his battle! That's a proud dad look right there!

And look at how happy he is to know that Dot ate Murdock's doughnuts! He's just so sweet!

SIRS WHERE IS YOUR KID.

See I can't be normal here I just can't not when he watches Liko standing up for herself and expressing what she wants with that warm look and smile and that whispered I'm happy for you FRIEDE THE DAD IN YOU IS JUMPING OUT.

AND THIS RIGHT HERE. SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE DAD. FRIEDE PLEASE DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF.

I WAS JUST AHHH AT THIS MOMENT. HE TRIES TO ACT LIKE HE'S NOT WORRIED BUT HE'S THE FIRST TO HEAD OUT THE MOMENT HE LEARNS THAT THERE'S A PROBLEM. I love how Murdock and Orla (rightfully) called him out on that!

HE IS WORRIED FOR HIS KIDS!!

HE'S READY TO RUSH OVER IF THEY'RE IN TROUBLE!!

I SWEAR THIS MAN NEEDS TO STOP EXPRESSING HIS CARE IN THIS SOFT, WHISPERED VOICE AND ACTING LIKE THERE'S NOTHING WRONG!!

HE KEEPS CALLING THEIR NAMES IN WORRY LIKE KIDS CAN YOU PLEASE STOP BEING WHISKED AWAY BY PLOT SO YOU'D STOP WORRYING YOUR DAD!!

DON'T WORRY MISS MA'AM YOUR DAUGHTER IS SAFE WITH HIM HE'S READY TO PROTECT HIS KIDS WITH HIS LIFE!!

Also I wholeheartedly believe that based on the bits of scenes that was shown, he's pulling out that terastalization because he got cornered and gotta fight but he HAS TO GET BACK TO HIS KIDS THEY'RE IN DANGER!!

So yes those are the moments that I like and I think showcases how he's just being a Dad to Liko and Roy (and sometimes Dot). If you've reached the end, thank you for listening to me ramble. As you can see, I have a lot of feelings for him 🥰🥰🥰

#Pokemon #Pokemon Horizons #Pokeani #Professor Friede #Liko (Pokemon) #Roy (Pokemon) #Hana answers #I got carried away with this #It got a little deranged at the end as I did this on 4 hours of sleep #My posts #Screencaps #Textposts

[bulkhummus]

kid logic — esteban meets jon (pt. 3?)

patreon // a dollar for a sick fool

#Esteban thinking every archivist is an angel now #i got carried away with this #My nose? so drippy #wtnv/tma #wtnv #tma #welcome to night vale #the magnus archives #art tag

[junkh3ad]

I’m having Some Thoughts about Pickles i want to share with the class today.

I think Pickles is more sensitive (at least internally nowadays) than he leads on to be, mostly because he’s had to be. Years of teen homelessness/early adulthood homelessness really did a number on his psyche. He’s gotten so use to burying his emotions and using drugs/alcohol has a coping mechanism to hide how he feels that now that he’s in a safer environment and surrounded by people who care about him (despite what they might say) he doesn’t know how to show it.

I think he’s tried more than once to cut his drinking in half. He’s spent days holed up in his room, Withdrawals racking through him with the force of a pissed off god. He’s sleeping in the bathroom just because it’s easier than stumbling to the toilet every other minute. People check on him, Nathan sits with him as he sweats and shivers and begs him for just one drink/line/hit of anything to make this hell stop. And of course, Nathan doesn’t say anything. Just stares at him, stone cold and unwavering with his reply of “I’d rather rip my organs out than do that.” because Pickles asked him to deny him whatever he’d beg for.

He wouldn’t last two months, Nathan finding him locked in the recording booth guzzling down a bottle of liquor with coke smeared on his face. They don’t talk for 2 weeks each time it happens, but no one acknowledges it. Pickles hears Nathan’s voice as his subconscious, hateful words calling him weak and pathetic for not wanting it enough.

When Pickles goes to Wisconsin for thanksgiving at the request of his mother, yet again seeking her approval, he’s yet again let down and shoved down due to Seth’s mediocre life pleasing his parents more than anything Pickles could ever do. He knows he can just leave, tell them all to fuck off and suck it but he can’t bring himself to. So he goes to the bar, he gets absolutely hammered before trekking back home and getting into a huge screaming match with his parents again. He calls Charles, who already has a hotel room booked for him and a flight for the next day ready. He spends that night on the phone with the band, laid out on the luxury suite bed with a bottle of Jameson in his hand as he listened to his mates chatter and tell him about how Murderface tried to do some stupid thanksgiving day special that went terribly wrong and how shitty it was when he wasn’t there to join in on their fun.

That’s when he reminds himself he found his family, scrapped them up from different garbage cans like he did to himself after running away. Hell be home by the afternoon tomorrow and can put this whole weekend behind him. He’ll be hearing Murderfaces voice yelling down the hall as Toki and Nathan make fun of him for something stupid he’s said. He’ll be watching gory movies with Nathan by the end of the day, and they’ll be sitting a little too close to each other for it to be normal, but neither will acknowledge it. Their hands will end up intertwined— without any acknowledgement too.

The first time he and Nathan make any sort of advance on the other is hurried and awkward, there’s hands groping soft skin and bites and scratching and curses. They don’t talk about it when they wake up the next morning, Pickles face turning beat red when Toki mentions the obscenely large bite mark on his shoulder that night before a show (Nathan’s white face paint nearly melting off with embarrassment.)

Pickles is adamant it’s not there, despite the red and blue bruising that radiates from the teeth marks. He pretends he doesn’t see Nathan glaring a hole through his head after the show, watching him sweet talk a woman in her late 30s into his bed. (he doesn’t sleep with her, and she goes home an hour later.) Only then does Nathan confront him, angrily asking who he thinks he is and why the fuck he brought some woman back to his room. This causes a whole argument, and surprise surprise it ends with Pickles pinned to the wall, Nathan holding him up with one freakishly large hand. They decide, after a jealous fuck, that there’s something they need to address (Pickles likes the jealousy that radiates off Nathan when women fling themselves at him, he’s never had someone want him so badly in every way.)

i just realized how long this all is but anyways i think about pickles a lot and his relationship with Nathan and found family and all that. if you read all that thank u love u hope u enjoyed my rambling!

#metalocalypse #dethklok #pickles the drummer #pickles posting #rainy rambles #like a whole fuck ton of rambling #i got carried away with this

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Y'know considering Fallout has ghosts, eldritch abominations, and apparently skin walkers, do you think lycanthropy is a thing? Or even vampirism?

I mean there's the weird cult in fallout 3 that consumes blood in the form of blood packs and gives you the Vampire perk, but like does it count? I really don't know.

To be fair, I don't think it really fits. Vampirism kinda fits because of the nature of radiation in the series. Kinda. I mean to be fair I am also debating a series that started out as Scifi spaghetti thrown at a wall.

Which means, that no lycanthropy is probably not a thing, but fallout 3 says yes to vampires and four says yes to both eldritch and demons. Psykers are also a thing, and why aren't there any ghoul psykers?

At least none that I know of. I may be wrong. I mean there's the glowing ones and Oswald's bullshit, but like actual ghouls who see shit that yes is absolutely there, or ones that are like Mama Murphy which can see the future. You'd think the people who got a shock of radiation pumped into their veins would be liable to gain abilities that are just straight up not fucking normal. I mean yea they got that healing ability and heightened speed/strength, but paranormal? Nah. Not really.

#enjoy my rambles #fallout #I got carried away with this #and lost the plot half way through #fallout paranormal #fallout paranormal needs to be utilized more often #ghouls

[ghostlyplacetobe]

🔥 + hlvrai

This is more of a headcanon than a unpopular opinion but it still counts right? This is gonna be somewhat angst

After the whole end game thing somehow benrey came back to “haunt” gordon or so gordon thought, of course gordon wasn’t all that okay with whatever benrey is living with him at first but it’s not like he could just kick him out due to him not being human, he let him stay for one agreement, which was to not talk to him or bother him, of course benrey agreed but that didn’t stop him from trying to talk to him, he knows gordon hates him and he can’t blame him, benrey was good at taking care of his son even though gordon didn’t want joshua near him for reasons and told him not to talk to him, benrey once told joshua that he has a crush on his dad, of course due to him being a child he did tell his dad but gordon didn’t believe him and just told joshua he was trying to trick him into trusting benrey, benrey tried really hard to prove to gordon that he has changed but gordon never believed or trusted him, of course benrey tries to act like gordon being mean to him doesn’t bother him but deep down it does, he was good at hiding his feelings and tries to fight a sweet voice as he doesn’t want anyone worrying about him as benrey feels like he doesn’t deserve it for all the shit he has done, after all he was supposed to be the bad guy right? He isn’t supposed to feel bad right? That what he would tell himself, gordon had benrey sleep on the couch, benrey hated having this sad feeling as he feels he shouldn’t feel like this, he keeps telling himself “I’m the bad guy, I’m supposed to be evil right? Am I supposed to feel bad?” Benrey is confused about this feeling as he has never felt it before in his life, he never felt bad for anything, so why does he feel bad for almost killing gordon and the others? Benrey never had any friends other than tommy, tommy forgave benrey and gordon didn’t really agree with tommy forgiving him, of course tommy is the only one (as of right now) who can understand the sweet voice, so tommy could easily read the emotions of his with whatever sweet voice came out, tommy was the only one (as of right now) who would comfort benrey whenever he felt upset, but benrey would always tell tommy not to as he felt like he didn’t deserve it at all because he was supposed to be the bad guy, and bad guys don’t deserve pity, love, or friends, but tommy told him he was being ridiculous and no matter how bad anyone is everyone deserves love, care, and friends, benrey’s eyes light up when he heard tommy say that, did he really deserve friends like tommy? Did he deserve love? Care? Comfort? Friends? He doesn’t know anymore, he is so confused and doesn’t understand why tommy forgave him, he doesn’t deserve it, he deserves to only be hated by everyone, it’s not like anyone would care if he died, well he can’t really die since he isn’t human, he hated feeling like this, he hated it a lot

#ask #glitchylaptop #i got carried away with this #i like him feeling bad other than how other people make him #I don’t care what anyone says #benrey being sad and feeling bad is canon for me #i wonder if this will randomly show up in the tags #if it does give me your thoughts on it #i must make a fic based on this btw

[manofmanymons]

kkkkkk I had the wrathful route spoiled to me by a friend, so I p much had been looking forward to it my entire first play thru...

I liked it a lot bc it did a great job of externalizing Aoi's flaws and struggles by basically having it all explode in her face lol it just made sense that all she bottles up for others sake would end up corrupting her values when she's at her lowest....

And the symbolic significance of the biomerge is just 👌🏼chefs kiss (I just came to gush about it bc writing a whole meta wasn't enough for me lol)

Wrathful was my last route because it got spoiled for me too so I wanted to speed through Harmony first while I still didn't know what would happen (at that point I'd already done Moral and Truthful) and honestly I'm glad I played them in that order bc (at least to me) a lot of the Wrathful scenes were either sweeter or just more ironic in light of the Harmony route

I digress

I also really love the Wrathful route. I almost feel bad saying it's one of my favorites considering how many people die in it but I legitimately felt like we got the most interesting characterization out of everyone and not just Aoi in that route.

Like obviously you just pointed out why that route was so great for Aoi but also I loved Saki in this route so much. The way she never truly overcame her fear of death yet still ultimately decided she would rather die than put her friends in danger, and how she even managed to say thank you with a smile. Like legitimately her death hit me harder than anyone else's in the whole game because I was so sad but so proud all at once.

I loved Kaito in this route bc it was the first time you really got to see him be legitimately distressed by his own inability to communicate properly, and he actually acknowledges when he knows he's not the right person for a job bc he's afraid of getting carried away and making things worse.

Obviously I love Miu in this route too bc like...of all the routes where she's alive, it's definitely the one where she goes through the most. As heart breaking as it was, I liked getting to see her act more like the literal goddamn child she is, being afraid and breaking down. And after seeing that side to her it just made it all the more impactful when she still pulled it together to fight anyways.

Also that one scene when Minoru, Miu, and Kaito were trying to be polite and not tell the Professor that his cooking was shit but Takuma of all people was an idiot and called it gross ToT

It was so fun

Even everyone in the epilogue was fun in that route

TLDR; Wrathful Route good

#i got carried away with this #i am in lab rn girl help #digimon survive #aoi shibuya #saki kimishima #kaito shinonome #miu shinonome #takuma momozuka #minoru hinata #digimon survive spoilers #wrathful route spoilers

[hauntedmilkshakeghost]

frenchie nursing you back to health hehehe the man gets worked up every time you get a case of the sniffles so when you get like actually flu like sick, he loses his marbles :’) he has you wrapped up in his sweaters and he’s holding your hair back if you get sick and making sure you’re drinking enough water and making you some of his super special super yummy homemade soup that you love <3333 but your very favorite part of him taking care of you, is that he’ll lay your head in his lap and play with your hair or hold you in his arms and kiss your forehead to help distract you from how crappy you feel and you just Love him :’)))) you love everything about him and his softness and care for you makes you love him more than you ever knew was possible <333333

Omg omg omg yes absolutely.

The first signs of you getting sick he’s feeling your forehead and fishing around the medicine cabinet for the thermometer because he just knows. It’s like his 6th sense and it awakens his need to just care for you (which I mean, let’s be real, he has all the time but this triples it)

So when he pulls it out of your mouth and sees it’s 99.9 he has you in bed immediately, no ifs ands or butts. He puts you in his clothes and wraps lots of blankets around you until you’re whining about being warm and then he’s tucking an ice pack behind your neck.

One time you get really really sick and he has M.M go buy you guys a mini fridge so he doesn’t have to leave your side to get you cold water and fresh ice packs and you groan as you cough and try to tell him he’s a dumbass but you’re losing your voice and he just shushes you.

He makes a huge batch of soup, like fucking humongous, at the first signs of sickness. That was he can just heat it up real fast (and you have to scold him not to bring the damn microwave into the bedroom too)

And once he’s sure you’re not going to vomit or pass out and you’ve had enough to eat and drink he puts your head in your lap (if you can’t sit up) or you in his lap so you’re koalaedto his front (when you’re feeling good)

When you’re in his lap he just so careful brushes his fingers through your hair or he gets your hairbrush and brushes it gently and is soooo careful of knots. And when you’re in his lap he rubs your back and presses kisses to your shoulders as you whine and he praises you in French for being so good while you’re sick and letting him take care of you. (That’s how he knows you don’t feel well is when you actually let him take care of you)

#Jill gets asks #my feral friend #i got carried away with this #I’m a sucker for sick partner trope

[becca-e-barnes]

Hey Becca U got any thoughts on subby winter soldier

Why tf is that so hot? Like the thought of him leaning into every gentle touch, totally desperate for attention.

He’d really enjoy giving in to pleasure because he wouldn’t let himself do that very often, not that he's given the chance very frequently anyway. He’s definitely not used to allowing his body to feel so when he does, it brings an all consuming kind of release.

And I don’t think he’d particularly care what you want to do to him. So long as you’re touching him, giving him little soft praises with the promise of an orgasm at some point, he’s more than content.

It’d take a lot of teasing to fully break him though and a little part of him loves to get that pathetic. He loves to lose control of himself, hearing himself whining and begging, his whole body taught from being edged for too long. “P-please, ma’am. Oh God, please, don’t stop this time.” The thin sheen of sweat on his furrowed brow glistens slightly as he squirms under your touch. Your hands have been relentless, lubed up and insistently tugging on his weeping cock.

All that militant self control is gone. Every shred of the stoic soldier you know has melted away under your touch. He’s back to being a man consumed by the sensations his body needs to feel and it’s the most freeing mindset for him, even while being denied. “No, Soldat. Not yet.” You hardly recognise that stern voice as your own because it’s just so easy to fall into this role with him.

His little whimper is pathetic, his abs taut as he babbles that he can’t take any more. You know he can though. He can because he has to. You’re going to make him.

His eyes are squeezed shut, refusing to watch how your hands are touching him so you take the opportunity to lean over, spitting on the tip of his length, rubbing circles over the tip with the palm of one hand, letting your spit keep him nice and slick.

“Oh no god, please. Ma’am, that’s too much. Oh God, that’s good.” He sobs, sounding so beautifully broken. His back arches, unsure if he needs to you to stop immediately or never ever stop.

“Get off on this. Cum all over yourself, Soldier.” Your hands keep working at a steady pace, one jerking his base while the other rolls over his tip. It’s methodical, almost mechanical compared to the very human response it’s eliciting.

He doesn’t need to hear the same command twice, that’s for sure and it’s not long before his hips are bucking up into your soft, slick hands.

“Thank you, oh God, thank you.” He’s totally gone, cum coating the flat of your palm in a seemingly endless stream. It drips from your palm, down his shaft, adding to the spit and lube you’d used and knowing he’s made such a mess of himself just makes him cum that little bit harder.

After he’s spent and quivering, cleaned up and beautifully pliant, he’s so needy, clinging to your body, needing to feel close and cared for even just for an hour or two.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #winter soldier smut #sub!bucky #i got carried away with this #in other news: ‘dying breed’ by the killers SLAPS #it’s such an incredible song #but I just don’t have any words for how spectacular Ronnie is on the drums in that one #he’s unstoppable I love him #i feel like that song showcases his talent so well

[lazylittledragon]

Hello I love your bg3 content and your Dorian is so lovely! Can we get like an alternative reality with Dorian and Ascended Astarion? What would your headcannon be for them? 🙇

something like this, probably

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #tavstarion #ascended astarion #tw blood #long post #i may have gotten carried away with this #the only good thing dorian got out of being vampire lord astarion's concubine was a lovely bedchamber and a dramatic robe #i think dorian's attitude to a lot of things is 'it can't be that bad' until it is very very very bad #'maybe he won't be that bad' until you've been locked in a palace for decades and there's nothing left for you to love anymore #i got nauseous writing this i HATE him #it was such a delicious prompt though and i can't say i never thought about it #also i didn't realise until after i wrote it that this was how interview with the vampire ends. nvm

[applestruda]

Gem color practice

#this was just for fun trying to use blue and orange together and i got carried away #also i finally have a bit of free time from classes #geminitay #geminitay fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #hermitcraft season 10 #my art

[lovelyghst]

craving consensual somno with (slightly intoxicated) simon riley and his (extremely heavy sleeper) girl. take this as ur warnings.

just him coming home late at night as usual, the bourbon in his system keeping him loosened up and tranquil, yet ever so cognizant as he enters your shared bedroom. those familiar creepy-crawlies invading his stomach with boyish excitement to see you, and quickly turning towards his dick when he lays eyes on your pretty body.

it’s nearly a routine at this point; you purposely fall asleep in these skimpy, two-piece pajamas, usually some sort of small berries, cherries, or flowers adorning the thin, white fabric that leaves little to the imagination, knowing it’ll get him all worked up. the curtains are left pulled and the door cracked open, you kick the covers off and lay with a pillow hugged tightly in your arms beneath you to give him the best view; infinite signs telling him you want it just as bad as he does. it is routine, but it gets so him riled up, each and every time.

he trudges over, as quietly as the tipsy man can manage to the end of your bed, and with tunnel-vision on your exposed thighs. even his jaw fallen slack just a bit in hunger. desperate to get his hands on you after being apart for so long, and wanting to soothe that ache in his cock he hadn’t even realized he was palming through his jeans.

you barely stir when he kneels on the foot of the bed, and neither when he crawls above you and places a kiss right behind your ear.

he presses a cold palm to your shoulder, attempting to urge you onto your back to give him a visual of your features. to let him see your curves in the raw moonlight, how the dainty material of your pajamas becomes a tad bit see-through around your tits and incidentally rides up past your bellybutton, endless thoughts running through his dazed mind as he eventually manages to flip you over successfully.

though, your sleepy hum suddenly alerts him to a standstill, his worst nightmare being to wake you from your serene rest. not now, anyway.

“shhh, sweetheart,” he gently coaxes you, and he can’t help the grin spanning his lips when you mumble the first syllable of his name in that questioning, dreamy tone. he clears fallen hair from your face, slipping his pillow from your grasp as he mutters, “yeah, dovie, s’only me. you’re okay, you’re safe… jus’ go back to sleep for me, now.”

your unconscious mind obeys like clockwork, the smallest of smiles curling your lip corners in contentment, and it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s returning to his endeavors.

kissing all across your exposed collarbone, thoughtlessly slipping a finger or two beneath the strap of your little pajama shirt and carefully allowing it to glide down your shoulder as he repeats the process on the other side. peppering kisses to your soft skin, before rolling the fabric upward from the bottom so he can properly pay attention to the rest of your chest and tummy.

lips grazing your sternum with short, controlled breaths fanning your sensitive parts; aware of how easily ticklish you are and attempting not to light that fuse, equally straining himself in not turning too feverish as he takes your hardened nipple in his mouth and paws at the other in his hand.

he works his way down slowly but surely, until he’s pulling your shorts off with tender hands and unveiling your bare, soaked pussy, and he can’t even think to suppress the low groan pushed from his lungs at the sight in front of him. he inches forward with nearly crossed eyes, taking incisive ministrations in lifting your legs up and over his back.

your breathing hitches a bit in your slumber when he licks an almost reluctant yet long stripe from your hole to your clit, unable to give himself a moment to savor it before he’s diving back in for more.

“missed this pretty, little cunt on my tongue, baby… christ,” he chuckles lightly to himself, “good girl’s gonna be the death o’ me.”

he sloppily makes-out with your pussy, any and all devotions of rhythm and precision thrown far from his intentions. he only gets to be selfish when he has you like this, and he’d be damned if he doesn’t take advantage of the opportunity as it’s laid out on his bed. moaning at your wetness and taste, how your pussy drools for more and coats his chin with a slick he devours like a madman deprived.

the small whines you make in your sleep are nothing but precious to simon, burning them into his brain like any other occasion he’s pulled them from your lips. saving them for the later times like when he’s a thousand miles away, locked away in some office, and can’t possibly bring himself to bother you with a pestering, horny phone call.

you turn your head to the side with a hum, empty hands reaching for any semblance of comfort on your abdomen, which rather concerns him for a moment until he realizes just what you want.

he gives you one of his hands and you blindly accept it, wrapping your smaller fingers around his wrist and thumb to pull the appendage closer. resting just below your ribcage, satisfied and holding it close like you would a teddy bear.

“sweet thing… always loved this perfect pussy,” he mumbles right up against your warmth, quiet as to not disrupt your blissful obliviousness in your sleep. he’s utterly drunk on you and your taste, and the alcohol he had beforehand certainly contributes to his filthy, forward language.

“how easy y’get on my mouth, ‘nd yet how tight you are around my cock… fuckin’ hell—”

he watches intently as the tips of his fingers delve between your folds, gradually disappearing whilst your chest begins to heave a little heavier; a faint, broken noise of pleasure omitting straight from your throat. tightening around his digits as he pushes them further in, just as you do wrapped around his cock when you’re conscious.

he’s not thinking straight; he’s merely experimenting with you as he curls his fingers upward, prodding at that gummy spot in your cunt and greedily sucking on your clit to push you over. toying with you, rather, because the face you make when you’re first emerged from your slumber with a mind-shattering orgasm is truly priceless.

your eyes snap open as you come around his digits, squeezing his hands tight with your vision going blank. the high is strong but you don’t allow it to last very long when the dots in your brain are connecting, turning you all excited for the implications of it all.

erratically catching your breath with a huge grin on your face, matching his as he comes up to greet you. he’s stupid, shamelessly drunk on your taste, and it radiates from his expression as if he just witnessed a star being born right before his muddy eyes.

you haven’t a clue what just happened, but you fucking loved every sober second of it.

and before you know it, he’s coming back up to meet your lips with his own, which you graciously accept, taste of slick and alcohol and all. humming as he slips his greedy hands upward and behind your back, giggling when he impatiently flips over on his back and hauls you with him. til you’re curled up by his side, halfway on his chest whilst one leg slips between both of his bulky ones.

“i‘m glad you’re home…” nearly a pout, “really missed you, si.”

you’re the first one to speak, quietly, sincere as ever as you examine his pretty face. the faint bags beneath his lids, the wetness that sticks to his dirty-blond stubble. his rough and gruff exterior that hides behind it a boy who’s absolutely and utterly whipped for you.

“that right?” he taunts, eyes remaining shut. “and my tongue, i bet?”

you shy away with a laugh. he won’t remember these words in the morning, but you’ve always loved how cocky and brazen he gets with a couple of drinks running through his blood.

“i missed all of you...”

his eyes barely have to open for him to effectively, and lovingly, judge you with a mere glance. it’s one of his talents.

“some parts more than others, clearly.”

“that’s not true,” you contest, but the humorous hesitancy and sheepishness in your voice tells him otherwise.

“sure, baby, sure.” he takes a moment to breathe, overtly proud of himself. “y’missed my mouth, n’ my hands. even with how rough they are with ya sometimes, yeah?” you hide your flushed face in his neck with a groan, praying this embarrassment is short-lived though preparing for the worst as you feel his lips inch closer to your ear.

“prob’ly missed me fuckin’ my cock into that tight, little cunt—”

“okay, fine!” you finally admit and pull away defensively, slapping his chest but only earning a laugh from him. “but i definitely don’t miss that dirty brain of yours, you big dog.”

“you love me anyway,” he states, matter-of-factly.

you give a big smooch to his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, and then down to his lips, which he returns.

“i do. a lot,” you add and he hums, feeling fulfilled.

and, oh, he’s so fulfilled with you. you take care of him by allowing him to take care of you, and it’s a two-way street. you ground each other whilst never forcing one to tether themself to earth.

you sit up to fix your top, smoothing over the fabric and shrugging the straps back into place. shimmying back into your shorts when you catch a glimpse of the large man’s dark jeans contrasting your light sheets, belt buckle glimmering in the corner of your eye.

“simon, honey, you need to change before you—”

you look over and are suddenly forced to stifle a giggle when you discover that the poor man has fallen asleep, a droopy smile still ornamenting his slick-covered face. taking your hand and swiping the apple of his cheek with your thumb, you’re pleased when he doesn’t budge one bit. dragging it downwards past his muscled chest and abdomen, landing just beneath his leather belt.

your fingertips trace his hard-on over the jeans, knowing you can’t just leave him like this, all aching and pent up and too exhausted to do anything about it himself.

maybe you could do him a favor and return the sweet gesture? <3

#i got carried away #cod mw #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x female reader #ghost x female reader #simon riley smut #ghost smut

[wolfythewitch]

a little Apollo and Artemis painting :D

#art #this was supposed to be a sketch i got carried away HGFJKLFDHG #oh god i have class in 4 hours oh god #greek mythology #tagamemnon #apollo #artemis #character design