#whateverrrr pls

[rapidhighway]

Okay this is gonna make no sense, so here’s to me posting random comics about AUs I pulled out of my ass 🥂🥂i spent the entire day sitting in a car and was suddenly just like, what if it was Sam who ended up in Purgatory with Cas? That way I can finally daydream about them having some (traumatizing) bonding time which they sooo needed after Cas destroyed Sam’s wall and then took on his cage scars. Then I remembered how pissed I was when they made purgatory to be this forest with nothing to do but fight each other, then I realized I can have Sam and Cas actually explore purgatory in my AU bc I’m sure Sam would be much more into it than Dean and here we are idk what I’m doing :’) also Cas is depressed after but what’s new. Here’s my comic about it sidhkvndfgkj

#spn #sam winchester #castiel #purgatory #supernatural #comic #art #fanart #digital art #pls accept my ramblings #I was literally so bored but didn’t want to think about any of my existing AUs and was just like #what if I invent purgatory lore now? and put Sam in it cause I want him there with cas thanks #also I think being in purgatory would be torture for Sam just bc he believes he’s a monster and that’s where he’s gonna go when he dies or #whatever #meanwhile cas wants to stay there and stuff bc they are the same #whateverrrr pls #I’m always so embarrassed when I just pull out whatever random ass au #this doesn’t even do much I just wanna good purgatory thanks #also if I made mistakes in the dialogue no one correct me I don’t care for this language

[loelett]

DRAWING REQUEST I think u should draw um um um. Louwe. BUT WAIT. He is snuggligg with Lestar and armind. And it is beauyful and it is tender. But it is also…..chridtmas. Plz reply

awesom request bro

#pls excuse me getting back into the groove of drawing :( so unhappy with how this turned out even tho its just a sketchy thing #whateverrrr whatever i hate ryan anyway #vc #my art #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #armand #asks!

[demcnsinmymind]

You know, sometimes I think back to the old times, back around 2012-14 when I was such a Lance face fan already and I had all these ideas about the possession and all, but I only had legit GE footage to play with, and then 2014 came around and Sean was cast in Bitten and quite literally portrayed everything I ever headcanoned re: body language, general behavior, speech patterns and all and it was basically and quite literally like watching all my HCs unfold live on tv each week and his entry alone was this

Like, u don't even understand, up until that point I only saw the boy as this:

Kind of a douchebag at first but a generally good and somewhat upright char in the end, trying his best to keep his people safe and all. But then with that show I just got this spot on fucking creepy uncanny and twisted performance of one manipulative and utterly cold char and I just jsdkhjskdh at this even now. So fucking wild to think about all the things I did get with that show. Not to speak about the fact that they gave him almost the exact same outfit in that first episode too. Just straight up boy material through and through and I'm still living that performance to this day

#I am having boy feels today again can u tell #I neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed that new Srog movie and I don't even care if it's bad #or if he only has a small role in it or WHATEVERRRR #give me more of this man's acting chops pls

[oh-my-damn]

Can't believe i have to spend all day acting like a grown up and being responsible and stuff and then I dont even have a soft daddy to come home to at the end of it to baby me and take care of me??? What the hell is this bullshit????

#😤😤😤😤 #anyway im feeling extra needy these days #probably bc of my exam and stuff #whateverrrr #also im hosting christmas at my place and its stressful #where do i quiet being a grown up??? #where do i sign up for a daddy??? #pls send recommendations immediately thanks

[jeansplaytoy]

dying connie’s hair with him!

afrolatino!connie wants you to help him dye his hair 💋, spanish phrases (i don’t speak spanish im trying my best pls don’t kill me), fluff?

“mamiii!” connie called from the bathroom upstairs. you exhaled and hopped up from your couch. “what?” you yelled back. “c’mere!”

you marched upstairs and went into you guys’ bathroom. “wha- what the hell you doing?” you frowned and leaned on the door. “i’m dying my shit, hell it look like?” he stared at you with the hair dye in his hand. you looked around and behind you in a ‘who are you talking to right now?’ way and he smiled and laughed, walking towards you and giving you a kiss.

“cmon, help me.” he said, sitting on the toilet and giving you the dye. “didn’t you just get it brighter connie?” you asked, grabbing the bottle of hair dye and one of your small containers.

“mhm.” he hummed. “so why… do you plan on doing it again?” you questioned while squeezing the red out of the bottle. “because, mami, you know that new Spiderman movie just came out.” he looked at you as you put the bottle down. “what does that gotta do with anything, con’?” you shook your head. “and i want a red spiderweb on my head. and you gon’ do it.” he said.

“i don’t even know how to dye patterns, baby.” you frowned and tilted your head. “it’s okay, ima help you. just look at this picture and then follow it, aight?” he put his phone on the counter in front of you and you looked at the picture. “okay. that looks… easy. enough.” you mumbled.

“so do the lines first, you see? and then add the curves after that.” he pointed at his phone and looked up at you to make sure you understood. “yeah, yeah okay, i see.” you said before you were about to dip your hand in the dye. “no, no, no, dios mío, mami…” he mumbled while grabbing your wrist. “whattt?” you looked at him.

“why the hell you tryna stick yo’ bare hand in the dye for?” he looked at you before pointing at the blue gloves that were right beside the sink. “you supposed to use gloves, bae.” you looked at the gloves and opened your mouth. “oh… yeah.” you laughed before putting the gloves on your hand. “aye, don’t fuck my head up. if you do, we goin all red.” he said to you as you dipped your finger in the hair dye and tilted his head forward. “whateverrrr, if i mess it up then you just gon’ have to deal with it.” you said, looking from the picture to his head. you started in the middle and trailed steadily up his hair.

“you doin’ it right?” he asked. “mind your business, and stop moving.” you said, dipping your finger in the dye again and making another red trail along his hair. as connie got bored of the quietness, he trailed his hands around your exposed hips and waist from the crop top and sweats you were wearing, unintentionally matching with his grey t shirt and black sweatpants.

“why you so quiet? you fucked up my head, ma?” he looked up at you. “C, why would you move?” you stared at him with rested, annoyed eyes. “i probably did after you shifted yo’ big ass head.” you said, grabbing his jaw and moving it back down. “now let me finish.” “aw, naw, you not finna be disrespecting me like this, i’m letting you do my hair.” connie said, softly pinching your waist, making you jump a little.

you smiled before doing the last line. “i’m about to do the curves, be still.” you said, grabbing more dye.

you made the webs connect of the line and stepped back to look at the first one. “am i doing this right?” you asked him. connie looked up at you. “hablas en serio?” he muttered under his breath as you looked at his head and laughed. “huh?” he stared at you with big eyes. “you serious, you messed it up?” he furrowed his eyebrows and smacked his lips. “bro-“ “-calm down, it ain’t even bad!” you said, moving back towards his head. “it looks good right now.”

“man- right now? get out my hair.” he said. you laughed and continued to do the curves. you moved his head lower to do the very back before you stepped back. “stand up.” you said. connie stared at you for a second before standing up and sighing at you, doing a 360 and looking back at you. you smiled. “i did my shit, i don’t care what you say.” you took the gloves off. “whatever.” connie smiled and looked in the mirror before his smile widened. “this shit cleannn. you see this?” he turned to kiss you on the lips.

you nodded and stared at him with a smile. “you like it, i know.” you shrugged. “thank you, i love you, mami.” he said, smacking your butt as you walked out of the bathroom. you smacked your lips. “i love you too.”

#connie springer #connie x reader #x reader #aot #oneshot #aot fluff #aot connie #aot oneshots #aot headcanons #black reader #poc reader #x poc reader #headcannons #attack on titan #jeansplaytoy♡︎

[gokartkid]

Chalex - uni students au pls

lets make charles a fine arts major [rlly on the charles artist kick rn lol] and alex is, like, a history + polisci guy. he has to take a gen-ed for his degree though in his third year because he's been putting it off trying to get through as fast as possible -- so he goes and signs up for a first year fine arts sculpture paper just to have some fun after endless debates with um-actually type guys

charles is TA-ing the class to get some clout with his professor because YES he wants to do honours and postgrad because he IS a high achiever -- and alex has. you know, some artistic leanings but... would we call it skill is the debatable part

anyway-- he looks very done a lot of the time with the freshers he's surrounded by and if charles likes to sit and chat with him when the tutorial/labs are going on who's to say.....

alex gets curious about what charles is ACTUALLY working on aside from baby sitting their class, and charles shows him around the stuff he's doing in the studio-- alex is like woah this is, like, crazy and actually good [he's been suffering through seeing a lot of yeah-my-art-looks-bad-because-its-abstract-no-i-dont-have-a-methodology types]

yeah, they have a ghost moment LOLL whatever like throwing a piece of clay and alex is like what the fuck. why does it move like that. how do i do this. and charles is trying to give him verbal instructions but like extremely badly 😭 and then hes like look-- ill just-- show you! and then they kiss or whateverrrr

send me an au and ill give you headcanons!

#asks #chalex #theyre sillyyy #cl16 #aa23 #my fic #f1 rpf

[anchoeritic]

HELLO KELLS! I have a question for you🤭 what’s the worst date you’ve ever been on? pls explain if your comfy!! <33

-⭐️

babe… this is gonna be a TRIP……… LET ME GET ON MY MACBOOK FOR THIS ONE.

i met this guy in high school but we only started talking exclusively after my first year of uni (i ended up dropping out at the end of first semester), he was super cute, super fun, just a cute guy in general.

average white male that weirdly had no hoes?? like he was a lonely good looking man.. that's suspicious as fuck but i let it slide bcs i'm nice and i was desperate.

our first date was at the movie theatres or whateverrrr ahfefhaehf cute date idea, very cliche. anyway, we arrive at the food stands and we're waiting to order our shit and he buys a LARGE bag of popcorn. keep that part in mind. pls keep that shit in mind bcs you'll understand.

we go sit in our seats, movie starts, everything's going good, until it gets a lil hot and spicy. he's trying to touch me, i'm trying to touch him, blah blah blah. so we end up dipping and going back to his car to get a lil freaky and have some fun.

when i fucking tell you,, this actually felt like a nightmare. he leaned in to kiss me SLOPPY, FULL-ON SALIVA SLOP, HIS MOUTH WAS COVERED IN POPCORN CRUMBS. HIS LIPS WERE GREASY AND COVERED IN BUTTER.

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD, I FELT LIKE I WAS CHEWING ON KERNELS WHEN HE WAS MAKING OUT WITH ME. i was so down bad to the point where i fucking let that shit continue bcs i wanted to catch some easy dick

then i threw up. in his car. bcs of his popcorn ass breath.

he drove me home all angry and blocked me on every social media account ever… EVEN TIKTOK. I WAS FLABBERGASTED. so guys. never go to the movies as a first date and buy a bag of popcorn. stick w the frozen yogurt.

#⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ anon: ⭐️ #જ⁀➴ mail: received #tw food mention

[cyancherub]

ok but now you got me thinking about wasted aki and... is he a slut when he's drunk? like just a lil slutty? 🤏

like 'shoves his tongue in ur mouth and kisses you so hard and unashamedly he's making ur pucci do cartwheels in ur pants' kind of slutty, not caring that everyone can see his hand slipping down ur middle?

or is he still like 🧍🤖 "we are not delinquents, contain yourself please"

MANDA -!!! shakes u,,, ONE THOUSAND PERCENT i believe in slutty drunk aki. the way he gets so blushy in the manga when he's drunk makes me CRAZY !!!!

WASTED AKI.. im going to lose my mind. i feel like he would be so needy and touchy feely I WILL lose my marbles. bc he has so much restraint usually i feel like it makes sense for him to kind of. lose control when he's wasted i just think he DOES NOT CARE who is around he's talking into your ear abt how much he wants to fuck you he's like 'you're driving me crazy do i need to drag u into the bathroom right now?" IM SHJFKFDJ i need him.

also,, dubcon cw but i feel like he would REALLY,, get off on getting rly drunk and letting u do whateverrrr u wanted to him PLS im going to lose my marbles

#thotbox #manda <3 #dubcon cw #akirot

[pup-pee]

This is so random but I saw ur tags in the rb of an old birdflash fanart and ur energy just resonated with me and I was like I must follow this person... Anyways hello:D ur art style is so lovely I'm so glad I found this blog I am fucking insane over Wally West but also batfam and THE BARRY & WALLY FATHER SON DYNAMIC IS THE ONLY THING EVERRGGRHRHTJFJKZKSKSJFKK

Also I am staring at the tmnt in ur bio, I saw a comment recently that said that Leo & Raph are basically dick and Jason and omg I have never been the same since like WTF why are they so right....

omgomg HELLO??? u liking my tags actually means sm wtf skgjkajkgkh BUT HI YES HELLO HEY!!! TYSM 4 LIKING MY ART AS WELL OMG??? bcb cb c bc bc u points @ u u like wally i have a silly hc i drew a little bit ago

THIS GOT RLLY LONG SO IM SRRY LSKJFKSL

i will give it 2 u bc y not skjgkgALSO INCLUDES A BIT OF WALLY + BARRY WHICH IS Y I THINK HT OF IT OK

BASICALLY ITS A HC ABOUT WALLY WEARING GLASSES THEN EVENTUALLY WEARING BRACES/HEADGEAR BC LISTEN PLS HEAR ME OUT

glasses bc i just think so theres rlly no other reason just always had glasses as a kid

IGNORE THR TRASH ITS JUST HOW I DO MY SKETCHBOOKS ANYWAYS AKHFK

SO GLASSES RIGHT??! THEN HE BCAME A SPEEDSTER likekeeee preteen-ish? if im not wrong// BUT LIKE getting accelerated,,,, everything ig @ that age would b CRAZYY so i think his teeth got kinda vry fucked up((im so nice 2 the blorbos,,,i swear,,,,((dont belive me)) SO HE HAD 2 GET BRACES & HEADGEAR

he doesnt wear contacts no matter how roy or dick tries 2 convince him he doesnt want 2 use their money

he will keep taping his silly blocky glasses until they literally turn 2 ash

just take the whole sketch book page whateverrrr r rr

BUT YEAH THATS OT OTS SILLY & MEANS NOTHING BUT EVERYTHING 2 ME barrys there just listening 2 him talk bc no1 used 2 listen 2 him infodump about much b4 idk

i feel the need 2 show wally sketches but i rlly dont have that much((that isnt au related))

i think this 1 is silly anywhoo there was tmnt in this & ill brb

LITERALLY THEMM i was NKT reasy 2 draw fhem 2day omg skfjksjf they looks so ass i swear i can draw a pretty dick

jason tho??…,,,,,, uhm uhm srry pat pats

also srry u only rlly((like RLLY)) know tmnt2012 so akhfkfk

GIVE JASON A SPIKE RN((talked w/madi & jason actually needs a bearded dragon)) <- putting this hear so if i ever reread this ill know

ANYWAYS RED BLUE SIBLINGS SO TRUE ITS ACTUALLY THEM JSUT

im remembering some of the more,,,dramamtic moments of 2012 tmnt & like holy hell yeah

i gotta bring out the tmnt au again its literally mostly abiut dimentsion x bc angst but holymoly

holy moly ahhahabf my humoresuck i kinda 4got what i was writing tbh so oopsies

hey guys? what do we think of s2 -> s3? ((leo in a coma + canine)) ????? how we feelingvvvbbb jsi!!?!? im literally talking 2 myself & thid point ermmm

ANYWAYS HI I CANT BELEIVE U UR SO SILLY U READ THE TAGS AKFJFKV seey 4 my rambling :3

/e wave 2 u!!!!!

#KAHKFJKSJCKKVIVKVLVL HEADACHE WORK W/ME #i dont have an asks tag do i? whoops #anyways RAMBLING SM RAMBLING IM SO SRRY LOL #i always do this #NVM I JUST LOOKED 4 LIKE 5 MINS #it’s literally just the most basic thing ever lmao i shoudlve known ANYWYAYYYWAYSSS #ive been typing on this on & off 4 like an hr or so just whenver this was sent-ish-ish #SOOOO ITS CONFUSING #ANWYAYS AKHFKFK #enjoy the wally hc ig?????? #:3!! yuppers! #puppee answers #puppee hcs #<- bc… technically yeah… LISTEN IM TRYING 2 ORGANIZE ITS NOT WORKING #sigh i was supposed 2 b drawing kyle LOL #OK I MEED 2 STOP MY HEAD ACTUALLY HURTS W ITLE WEEEEEEE #if u read all of these tags uhmmmmmmm!!?!!!????!!!!??!!!! #i need 2 stop debating wheteher or not i post this js bc skf

[takecareluv]

MEG MY SWEET

how are you doing?? i know you’re tired, but i just want to tell you i’m proud of you🫶🏻 you work so so hard and deserve all the rest and self-care & pampering in this world !!

tell me some of the highlights from your week. they could be the most boring thing ever, but i still wanna know🤍

sending you allllll my love and an armful of hugs, darling🫶🏻✨🥺💕

okay i didn’t even realize this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks now ?? but i miss my livie girl so much <3 hope she’s okay.

HI LIVIE <3

i’m doing okay ! this weekend was definitely nice and relaxing but i’m still feeling overwhelmed . i know i’m going to go to work tomorrow and go right back to feeling the same way i was last week & the week before && before… drained. i feel trapped in this cycle and have absolutely no motivation to do anything to free myself from it, honestly i don’t even know where i would begin to. i miss writing , i miss reading , i miss doing the little things that bring me joy , i miss doing anything other than working or sleeping , i miss being fully present on here , i miss feeling anything other than exhaustion. and i feel so weird because nothing is wrong but everything is at the same time. i don’t know. i just need a break. i need something to change , in me & around me.

anyway,,,, since i was gone for most of the week i’ll give a little recap because i have had some good moments over the last few days… and maybe a few bad ones…

the biggest highlight of my week was going to see noah cyrus in concert ! i had no idea about it until last week when my friend texted me about having an extra ticket & of course i said yes !! i’m so happy i got to go to it. first — i love love love her new album so being able to see her perform it live is just the best thing ever ! plus i just love going to any concert in general , the energy is unmatched <3 and second — i’ve never been to a show in a small venue like that ( it was a brooklyn steel ) ( exactly a week after jack was there like are u kidding ) & with general admission tickets . we got so close to the stage ( basically barricade !! ) , which i’ve also never been that close , so all in all it was an incredible experience ! i literally made eye contact with her so many times and she even tipped her cowboy hat at me && smiled like AHHH fangirling hard !!!! hehe

LIKE I TOOK THIS WHATTT

although it was a great show and such an amazing experience, the day as a whole was so stressful. and honestly just made up for a completely shitty week :/ i had to go straight from work and almost missed the train , i literally pulled up to the station as the train got there and had to sprint to find my friend . and bc it was all so rushed && i hadn’t been to the city in quite some time my anxiety was at such a high and i couldnt calm myself down until we were finally at the venue and waiting in line ( for three hours omg it was so cold did not go prepared ) BUT we did meet some amazing ppl who were also all at the vma’s and one of them had this video of jack & her from the red carpet that i literally saw online i was like GIRL THAT WAS U small world anywayyyy

…………

okay now i’m looking back at this weeks later and i don’t really remember the rest of what i was gonna say but whateverrrr probably wasn’t important anyway & just me complaining about the rest of my week 🙃 I MISS U LIV PLS COME BACK I LOVE U

#:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ→˚₊· ꒰ answered ꒱ #𐐪♡︎₊˚ kissesandcigarettes #so late

[willowrites]

does this feel good?

PAIRINGS. austin/elvis x reader

SUMMARY. you and elvis have been friends since you guys knew how to walk. one day you’re deep in conversation about your firsts and you both realize you’ve both never had your first kiss yet, you decide to get it over with and kiss each other but it doesn’t seem to stop there …

TROPE. best friends to lovers !

WARNINGS. switch!austin/elvis, sub!reader, dry humping, (m) receiving a hand job, (f) receiving stimulation and fingering, aftercare (i just wanted to include this), best friends to lovers trope. lowercase intended. let me know if there are any other warnings!

AUTHORS NOTE. this gif has me in a chokehold but anyway welcome to my first short story or whateverrrr. i’m so excited to start actually writing and hopefully, i can keep on top of it! imagine him as you’d like and pls, read my carrd if you’re curious and if any other writers wanna be friends pls pls pls BE MY FRIEND!! i need friends on here but anyway enjoy this story and my requests are open! SEND ME REQUESTS I NEED INSPIRATION! have a good rest of your day or night <3

WORD COUNT. 4500+

you and elvis had just finished seeing a movie at a drive-in theater that you both had been dying to see. rear window - it was thriller and mystery and you both were suckers for thriller and mystery.

after the movie ended you both got out of the car to refill your sodas and began walking back to elvis's car.

“wanna come over mine?” elvis had proposed. sure why not? it was nothing out of the ordinary to go over to his house. especially since he and your family were practically like family too.

“sure, would i be staying the night, or do you have to work tomorrow?” you questioned him noticing the loose strand of hair that always seemed out of place.

“mm, no. i don’t gotta go workin tomorrow. m’off, so does that mean you’re comin’?” he responded pulling out the keys to unlock his 1941 lincoln.

“yeah..then i suppose it would be fun. promise me we’ll actually do something fun instead of listening to that damn radio of yours? wanna actually do somethin” you whined. you both always seemed to be listening to his radio, you have to admit though - his taste in music sure was good.

“y’of course, what’d you wanna do then hm?” he chuckled lightly. he always found your complaints cute.

“well, my mama has been teachin me these new recipes for apple pie? wanna try mine?” you smile at him as he gets in and unlocks the car for you both.

you climb back in adjusting his jacket he had loaned you because you were a bit chilled in your white sundress that consisted of yellow decorative flowers with straps two inches thick with a yellow tied ribbon in the middle of your torso.

“will it be as bad as the last one you’ve made? m’sure you don’t wanna make me suffer like that do you honey?” he teases putting the car into reverse and backing up out of the space.

you laugh at his antics. you both knew you were a great cook. he once said that he would rather eat your food than eat anything else.

“oh, don’t lie. you know you looove my cooking and baking hm?” you grin shoving his shoulder playfully.

“mhm, maybe i do” he admits and starts maneuvering towards the street and heading towards his house.

once you guys get to his house, elvis rushes out and closes the driver's side speeding towards yours to open your door like always. he does this every time.

“why thank you sir.” you giggle taking his hand and hopping out. you both make your way to the front door and are instantly greeted by elvis's mother opening the door and bringing you into one of her famous hugs.

“ohh is that y/n? hi, sugar how are ya?” she greets you with excitement.

“hi gladys i’m well how are you?” you can’t help but smile at her aura and energy.

“i’m good i’m good it’s so good to see you! finally gettin elvis out the house instead of stayin in and listen to that damn radio!” she walks up to elvis and grabs his face.

“mama, i do other stuff i promise.” he pouts and continues to walk through the doorway inside the house. you follow suit and so does his mother locking the door behind her.

“are y’all hungry? i made you’re favorite food elvis.” she smiles and you internally frown. you had just eaten before the movie…

“i’m sorry mama we’re not hungry right now, we had a big dinner,” elvis says guiltily. you somehow felt guilty too so you thought this was the perfect time to bring up your recipe.

“actually gladys, i was thinking of making my new recipe for apple pie that my mama showed me, i can make two and you can have the other. how does that sound?” you proposed tugging elvis toward the kitchen where his mama was heading.

“oh, babe that would be wonderful! i would love to eat it! your last one was delicious, even ask elvis - he finished the whole thing in less than a day!” she giggled looking at her son. you look at elvis from the corner of your eye and grin.

“mm, look who loves my cooking and baking.” you playfully shove elvis’s shoulder making him put his hand up in surrender.

“alright, well i’m gonna go on and head to bed but y/n honey you can go ahead and leave the pie in the oven once you’re done. you know where everythin’ is and if not elvis’ll show you, goodnight..” she blabbers before heading up to bed.

“mhm cmon now. show me your recipe, honey” elvis says before putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you towards the cupboard.

after you finished baking, you put the pies in the oven but not before taking a taste test in which you could tell elvis was going mad for your apple pie.

you’re sure it’s the best you’ve made yet which you surely were very proud of.

but anyway, afterward you both headed up to elvis’s room, and guess what you guys were doing? you were listening to that damn radio.

“elvis,” you whined patting the bed sort of roughly in objection.

“hmm?” he groans turning over and putting his hand over your waist.

“can we do something? catch up? play a game? anything?” you make the tone of your voice knowingly sound like you’re bored.

“what d’ya wanna do then baby,” he mutters into his bed covers.

you scoot up and lean against his bed frame adjusting his boxers that don’t exactly fit your waist. you had been wearing his clothes because he offered and he also didn’t want to leave you to be uncomfortable in your sundress.

“let’s catch up! sooo, any new girlfriend? i seen you talkin’ with that girl at the diner while i was orderin” you attempt to wiggle your brows but fail miserably.

“nah honey you know how i am, can’t talk to anyone let alone a girl for shit.” he sheepishly tells you grabbing one of the throw pillows and burying his head into it.

“elvis, you know you can do much more than just get one girl. m’sure any girl would love to just get her lips on you…hm,” you roll your eyes at his lack of self-confidence.

you know elvis could get any girl he wants. girls practically stare at him in public. you always notice them and even though it’s annoying you can’t help but get jealous. not because you’re attracted to him of course! only because he’s you’re best friend and you don’t want to lose him…right?

“i haven’t even kissed a girl y/n how could i even begin to-” he begins to say but is cut off by your not-so-subtle reaction

“you-you’ve never kissed anyone?” you question in minimal disbelief not wanting to act like he should be ashamed but even though you try to spare his feelings he still averts his eyes away from yours.

“mhm, not once. most i’ve done was hold hands and that was way back when,” he speaks with a tone you don’t necessarily like to hear.

“well, i mean if it makes you feel better…” you scoot a bit further up to have less of a gap between you both. “i haven’t kissed a single boy in my life. not once.”

“huh?” he gasped. “not even that skinny kid that you was talkin to a while back?” a hint of humor in his voice.

“mm mm, not even him.” you sigh, your turn to bury your head in one of the pillows now.

“but..i don’t get it. you’re gorgeous baby anyone would kill to even have a chance with ya? no?” his face written with confusion.

“i don’t know maybe? i guess i just never really put myself out there. then again, it’s scary. thinkin’ about fallin’ in love.” you don’t know whether or not you’d be oversharing but you continue. “i mean look at my parents, imma be honest - i don’t wanna end up like them.”

he nods in agreement. “yeah, but that’s the thing about love and experiences. fallin in love n’gettin hurt is part of it.”

“mhm, yeah…i’ll just stick to barely kissin anyone.” you chuckle to lighten up the mood.

“well…” he clears his throat. “i- if you want we could you know, mm kiss like, each other? just to get it over with y’know” his suggestion shocked you, to say the least.

kiss elvis? you’re bestest friend? he’s not bad looking at all but you didn’t know what would happen after you guys kissed. would things be weird? what if you were a horrible kisser?

“uh…well what if i- suck? at the kissing thing?” you sounded pathetic.

“if i sucked would you say anythin’?” he moved a bit closer now sitting upright.

“i mean, no not harshly…not to make you feel bad of course.” you shook your head no lightly.

“then what makes you think i would even remotely make you feel bad either huh? you think that bad of me?” a light smirk plastering across his face. my eyes trail to his lips. just do it.

“okay.” you whisper quietly and as you whisper you can tell elvis starts to get nervous. his eyebrows furrow and lightly licks his lips.

“okay.” he nods in agreement shuffling until he’s a few centimeters away from your face.

you’re gonna do it. do it y/n. don’t be a chicken. just kiss him. he’s your best friend you can do that.

“d-do i kiss you now?” you hear elvis ask quietly. yes, okay just close your eyes. do it.

you nod leaning forward toward him slightly tilting your head like you’ve seen in the movies. your eyes flutter closed as your faces get closer and closer. you can feel his breath tickling you and suddenly his lips are on yours.

you can’t move you can’t breathe. you’re kissing someone. you’re kissing a boy. you’re kissing elvis. how did this happen you’re not sure but what you are sure of is it would be weird not to move your lips in some sort of way.

you start slowly kissing back and elvis pulls away for .2 seconds before going back in and kissing you a bit harder.

you adjust yourself so that you can give him the same energy he’s giving you. you can feel his hand rest on your knee before it starts trailing up to your waist, then shoulders, then to the back of your head, threading his hand behind your head to control it in a way.

his other hand makes his way to your waist pulling you closer causing your chests to come into contact.

he pushes you more towards him so you have no choice but to straddle him to relieve the pressure between you both.

you can feel elvis slowly start to breathe heavily and that’s when you feel him. not him in general but him.

you hesitate to kiss back and that’s when elvis pulls away. “d-did i do somethin’ wrong?” he questions catching his breath.

you wanted to say no but all you could really focus on was the fact that both you and elvis were so intimately close to each other in more ways than one.

he seems like he notices because his cheeks turn a light reddish color and he averts his eyes to look somewhere other than at you.

“y-you didn’t i just- i don’t..” you close your eyes to relax your mind. don’t be weird. don’t we weird.

“m'sorry it’s just…” he takes a deep breath. “can i…kiss you again? you can say no..”

he wants to kiss you again, first, you didn’t suck, second, you didn’t act weird to the point where he feels awkward. he wants to kiss you again idiot just say yes.

“no, i- yes you can.” you nod. you wanted more. you wanted to feel close to him again.

he moved both his hands to your waist and pulled you hungrily towards him. you were shocked by how desperate he was acting. although, you were not complaining.

you shifted in your position on his lap which caused a deep groan to erupt from him. you pulled away quickly to survey his face hoping you didn’t hurt him.

“i’m sorry, are you okay? what’d i do?” you asked voice laced with concern.

“mm, y’didn’t do anything i- it felt good.” his hooded eyes look up to yours. you could tell he was embarrassed.

“what felt good?” you genuinely asked him. you had an idea, you weren’t all that naive.

“just- i don’t know. i-“ before he could finish you repeated the action and moves your center closer to him which caused friction between you both. you heard the same groan but more freely. it caused your insides to warm and it felt like you were getting butterflies.

“i- i’m sorry i was just-” you apologize quickly for your action but he shook his head.

“c'mon, do it again.” he hungrily said. “go on mama, do it. need more” you oblige keeping your hands on the back of his neck and start moving in a grinding motion on him watching his face contort in pleasure. “god, feels good.”

you continue your action on him till he stops you. “feel like i’m gonna like- i don’t know i just- i’m overwhelmed.” you know what he’s talking about but you know he’s embarrassed.

usually, people at school would ask how long someone could go on having sex. people would tease the boys about not lasting long enough..which you were clueless of until now.

“did you want me to…y’know” you shyly whisper quietly. he looks up at you as if you’ve just said something that he wasn’t expecting you to hear and maybe that was just how he was feeling.

“d’ya wanna? don’t have to, baby. i’ll be fine.” he removes his hands from your waist putting them behind his back placing them on the bed and leaning back on them tilting his head back as if he’s trying to control himself.

“elvis…i could..” you trail off moving your hands from his neck down towards where you’re sitting. you can see his prominent bulge. you decide to place your hand on it.

he lifts his head when he feels your touch staring at your hand then lifting his eyes to you. the eye contact you were making was unbearable to you so you move your eyes to your hand. you scoot back a little causing a light grunt from him because as you did that, you moved your hand in a rubbing movement.

you had no idea what you were doing but when you moved your eyes back to his face it looked like you were doing it just right.

a burst of confidence had you moving both hands to the waistband of the pajama pants he was wearing and you slowly started trailing your fingers on the inside of only the waistband of his pants. elvis quickly moved his head up once again now staring at what action you were carrying out.

“can i?” you questioned to make sure he was okay with it.

he nodded and muttered a breathless yes. his response had you continue your gesture.

as soon as you got a good grip on his waistband you got up settling on your knees - both of them on both sides of his legs and patted his hips so he lifted them.

he obliged lifting them so you could tug off the pajama pants. underneath were his briefs. you were just about to take them off when he stopped you. “are you sure you wanna do this y/n? you don’t gotta, honey.”

“yes i promise, do you want me to? I’m sorry if i somehow overstepped elvis i didn’t mean to-” elvis quickly cuts you off by sitting upright and pulling your face in for a chaste kiss.

“baby, you’re fine. of course, i want you to. if you’re okay with it, believe me, mama, it don’t bother me.” he smiles lightly and you nod understandably. he scoots back leaning against his headboard gesturing for you to follow him.

you crawl on your knees towards where he’s sitting and straddle his thighs like before. the only thing lighting up the room is the tiny lamp on his bedside table.

once you’re comfortable you slowly bring your hands towards his briefs sliding them off and letting his cock free. you hesitate to touch it but do so anyway.

you wrap your hand around his base and rub slowly up and down making elvis erupt with a moan you could tell he was trying to hold back.

you got the memo that he liked it so you continued that pace. up and down you kept mentally telling yourself.

you stopped looking at your hand on his cock and looked to see elvis's head resting on his headboard, fists clenched, and neck vein prominently showing.

you quickened your pace gaining a bit more confidence and that’s when you start hearing his moans get louder.

you suddenly realize his mother is two rooms down and you whisper. “shh..”

he nods “mhm, m’sorry. you’re just making me feel so- fuck. so fucking good.”

he got quieter but you could tell he was using most of his strength to keep himself from moaning.

you use the precum coming out of his tip to make your hand move around him smoother.

to prevent his moans from making their way through his reddish colored lips you connected yours with his again swallowing his addicting sounds.

the way he was having trouble kidding you back showed you that whatever you were doing was working.

a few seconds later you can feel him tense. “gonna come y/n, oh god.”

suddenly white stuff starts coming out of his tip. elvis grabs one of the tissues on his table and wipes it before it can get on his sheets. he throws the tissue away before pulling his briefs back on and sitting there for a quick moment. afterward, he surprises you by pulling you towards him and kissing you straight away.

his lips move against yours harshly causing you to feel breathless as he pulls away. “that was so good, baby. so good, felt amazing.” he mutters before kissing you again.

you can feel something pooling in your underwear. you were extremely turned on, you wanted him to touch you, but you didn’t know how to ask.

“e-elvis…” you whisper against his lips as he continues kissing you from your lips, moving to your cheek, then your ear, all the way to your neck. your head tilts back enjoying the feeling of his lips on your neck.

“hmm?” he mutters against your skin sucking on the flesh where your neck meets your shoulder.

you sigh wanting to shrink into a small hole due to what you’re about to ask. “can you please, touch me?”

he slows his attack on your neck and looks at your eyes - his filled with lust. “i- yeah” he takes a deep breath. “i was going to ask if I could but i don’t really know what you like or- i don’t know how to- you know? i’m just…i..”

you smile at his nervousness knowing exactly how he feels. “i know, i just want your hands on me. i’ll tell you if i feel good, elvis. you don’t have to but…i want you to”

“anything for you..” he whispers against your lips pecking them once more. “lay down ‘kay?”

you remove yourself from his lap laying right beside him. he scoots down a tiny bit so that he’s not up against the headboard but he’s also not laying. he’s laying on his side one arm propping his body up and the other hand free.

“are you sure?” elvis asks setting his hand on the inside of your thigh - that alone feels like it’s burning your skin metaphorically of course.

“yeah…i promise.” you nod and he lets out a quick ‘okay’ before he leans down and starts kissing you. over and over you could never get enough of him and his soft lips.

continuing to kiss you, you start to feel his hand trailing closer and closer towards your heat. he repeats the same gesture you made to him to take off his briefs. you lift your hips so it’s easy for him to pull them down.

afterward, you can feel the warmth of his hand trail lower and lower before they make contact with your underwear. he slowly starts pulling them off until they’ve been tossed aside.

it still wasn’t hitting you that you were doing something like this. this type of thing seemed forbidden to do. especially to your parents. bad time to think about them y/n, stop.

at a sudden moment, you feel his fingers touch your entrance which felt weird but at the same time, you knew you were safe. you know elvis wouldn’t do anything remotely negative to hurt you.

he stops kissing you and you feel two of his fingers apply pressure on your clit. “i-i’m sorry i really don’t know what i’m doing.” he confesses and you shake your head.

“it’s okay elvis. i promise i’ll tell you what feels good.” you reassure him. “here, let me try showing you.” you have to admit you had touched yourself before but you don’t think you ever came. you just know it felt good.

you reach down take his hand and guide his fingers to press on your sensitive area. you apply pressure with his fingers and rub in slow circles.

a whimper made its way out of your mouth before you could stop it. elvis seemed to gain more confidence and started rubbing you on his own. you removed your own hand as he continued that same action over and over causing your thighs to spread more giving him more access.

he rubs all over to gather your arousal before repeating the same action but better. it felt so good to you. your back arches a bit as you gasp in his mouth.

afterward, he moves his kisses towards your neck making you tilt your head towards the ceiling.

you’d thought it couldn’t get any better than that til elvis spoke up.

“does this feel good?” he whispers against your ear. god, did his voice do something to you...

“yes, yeah keep going, please. don’t stop.” you nodded repeatedly.

he continued his movement over and over but faster and faster. he spoke up after a few seconds. “tell me when to stop okay? don’t be afraid.”

you agree to his request as he continues kissing your neck. that’s when you feel one of his fingers start inching its way inside you. it was a weird sensation. you didn’t expect the sting that was coming from it but it felt good which sort of surprised you.

“d’ya want me to keep going sweetheart?” elvis checks in and you nod hastily. “c'mon you can use your words can’t you pretty girl? go on, tell me what you want.”

“yeah, i’m fine elvis i’m okay just keep doing what your doing…please.” that last word of your begging must’ve boosted his confidence because as soon as you let that tiny little word slip out he kissed your neck harshly with a chuckle before adding another finger. you could tell because the stretch was strong but this time it wasn’t as comfortable as last time.

“go slow please, kinda hurts me,” you whispered to him in the dim light.

“m’sorry sorry i will baby.” he slowly inches both fingers inside you and leaves them there for you to get used to them. “is that better, honey?”

“much better…oh lord.” you let out a moan as elvis starts moving his fingers in and out of you in a slow paste. “that feels very nice.”

“yeah? look at you, who would’a thought you would be here strugglin’ to keep your eyes open while im two fingers inside you, huh?” he peppers kisses all over your face. “imma make you feel so good, mama. god, look at you. so beautiful. always so beautiful.”

he starts going at a faster rhythm hitting somewhere inside you that has your eyes clenching tight. little controlled whimpers making their way out of you.

you can feel a sense of tightness in your lower belly and even though you’ve never had a conversation about the after-effects of messin around with someone - you knew the idea of what was happening to you.

“elvis i feel like i’m going to- fuck. i just- i don’t know if i can-” the urgency in your words makes elvis smile. he knows he’s making you feel good and he’s so damn proud of it. seeing you desperate for his touch is something he never really thought he’d love seeing and yet here he was. touching on the girl that he’s known for quite some time now.

“go one mama. let it go baby honey. give it to me hm? be a good girl and come on my fingers. you’re doing so good.” he praises you and those jumble of words have you going extremely feral.

you can feel elvis plant his lips on yours but continue the attack his fingers are doing on you. you feel like a band in your stomach has snapped and you’re finally having the pleasure it’s been building up.

you try your best not to let the pleasure make you become vocal but it was so hard.

“shh, gotta be quiet baby. shh,” elvis warns you but all you can focus on is the high you’re experiencing.

you can feel elvis shuffle with a hand on your mouth trying to cover up your moans.

a few moments later you feel yourself come down from your orgasm but you feel a little embarrassed to open your eyes so you bring your clenched hand up to your face to cover your eyes.

reality sets in and you realize what you have just done.

what if everything is weird. what if elvis thinks you’re weird and he doesn’t wanna talk to you anymore. what if his mama finds out? oh god, what if yours does?

while all of these thoughts swarming in your head, you feel elvis get up and walk away from the bed.

oh my fucking god great. great, this is just great. he’s going to tell you this shouldn’t have happened, that you need to leave and that he never wants to see you again.

just then, you hear water running for a few seconds then it stops. your eyes still covered and shut you hear elvis walking back into the room and assume he went to his bathroom that’s attached to his room.

feeling exposed you tug his big shirt down your body trying to cover your intimate part with your free hand.

that’s when you feel his warm hand on your hand covering your eyes and he lightly pulls your hand off your face. too weak to refuse, you let him take your hand off and make straight away eye contact with him.

“you look so beautiful y/n.” he smiles down at you before you see a towel in his hand. “can i clean you up?”

feeling less self-conscious you nodded and felt the warm towel touch your area and he wipes gently cleaning you up. you flinch feeling how sensitive you are but afterward, you felt good.

you put his boxer briefs back on and laid there on his bed as he went back to his bathroom then came and laid next to you.

you can hear the audible sigh. this is awkward you thought.

what did this mean? did you have feelings for elvis?

you had no idea but you had to admit you weren’t regretting what just happened. you were hoping neither would he.

FIRST PUBLISHED STORY NOW LET ME GO HIDE!! i tried my best to proofread but if some of it doesn't make sense please let me know!

comments are encouraged if you want a part two comment on that as well and requests are open!

#elvis presley smut #austin butler smut #elvis movie #austin x reader #austin butler elvis #elvis x reader #elvis film #austin butler x reader #elvis presley x reader

[thisismytrashok]

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teacher:

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[cindymoon]

comic stans getting into the most pointless x-men vs. avengers debates has the same annoying energy as mcu stans still getting into it over team iron man vs. team cap in 2021. please go touch some grass. all of you.

#everyone chill out and mind ur business lmao #noah fence but no one cares? #and yall make this environment so unwelcoming and toxic and for what? #the illusion that ur morally superior for whatever side u picked? #have u considered not being a dick to ppl bc they like different characters or have different opinions on plots or ships or whateverrrr #especially white folks - pls shut up<3 #b.txt

[ivorydice]

Sometimes I really, really hate having stupid/weird triggers lol.

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[sylverstormz]

I’ve been reading your amazing fics again and noticed that you often describe the sisters with a cat-like behavior. As a cat lover, I couldn’t help myself thinking about how would they react to a sudden cat intruder to the castle so pls don’t mind me.

The sisters noticed the cat at first but never gave it a good glance until it was becoming strangely way too frequent. The working staff were just as confused as the three sisters, and nobody knew how to react to it.

Cassandra:

* Was very unwelcoming to it at first, constantly threatening to kill it, skin it, whatever, she just did not want it anywhere around her (or Alexia)

* You hear this thing that cats like to stay close to people who don’t like cats? You got it right, it will follow Cassandra at any opportunity given.

* The simple act of it curiously watching her from afar was just.... unnerving. Only she was allowed to stalk people in this dammed castle.

* it might be tempted to follow her even in the dungeons. If Cassandra wants to get rid of it, she’ll need to disappear as the flies/insects and go somewhere else lmao

* Likely will never admit it but once Cassandra saw this cat killing a mouse by playing with it, she noticed that maybe it could have a place in the castle after all. That and the fact that Alexia didn’t let her get rid of it

Bela:

* Miss unbothered ™

* “I don’t care. As long as it doesn’t disturbs me.”

Spoilers: it disturbs her

* Once she saw it interacting with Rhiannon, though, she couldn’t find herself to get angry at it.

* If it finds her reading, this cat will likely try to get her attention. It will rub its body on her legs and attempt to get in front of her book.

* she does her absolute best to ignore it, until she gives up and ends up giving it a small pat on it’s head.

Daniela:

* probably the only reason this cat is still allowed in there, I think she convinced Lady Dimitrescu to tolerate it

* Daniela wants— no, NEEDS to hold this cat at any given opportunity.

* It really doesn’t mind being held, so it will gladly allow her to carry them anywhere.

* Dani also happens not to know how to hold a cat, I can imagine her holding it by its upper body and making it wiggle all around lol

* Knight might just teach her how to properly hold a cat.

* oh and she will talk to it. Like a lot.

Lolllllll this headcanon is gold.

That's so funny and every sister is so. in. character. Cassandra would only appreciate the damn thing if she saw it killing a mouse (slowly, painfully, toying w it first) and then Bela is like 'whateverrrr' until Rhiannon plays with it and she looks super cute doing it. And finally...

Dani running around the castle with the pussy in her arms is just 100/10.

#asks #the dimitrescu trio strikes again #resident evil village

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