#you're welcome

[sirsheoth]

I kiss you with tongue and as that happens I slide an ibuprofen in your mouth since you have a headache

#this is almost verbatim something I told my partner #she suggested it'd be a good tumblr post so I'm putting it out in the wild #you're welcome #words of sheoth

[anotherwellkeptsecret]

0=)

#good omens #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #fanart #follow me for more healing my lovelies! #you're welcome #my art

[vavoom-sorted-art]

Wings + Backless Turtleneck

(inspired by this by @vroomvroomwee)

#you're welcome #yes I am making a comic out of this #good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens fanart #good omens 2 #goodomens #ineffable husbands #turtleneck crowley #turtleneck #wings #art #vavoomart

[patovpran]

#pretty boy

#yeah i have nothing to say for myself #he's just pretty so here i am #you're welcome #avatar #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla live action #atla jet #jet #sebastian amoruso #moji gifovi #netflix

[itlearns]

I reversed a gif of Mitsurugi standing up. Now it's a gif of Mitsurugi just giving up.

You're welcome.

#mitsurugi reiji #miles edgeworth #ace attorney #gif #you're welcome #this is how my mind feels #completely given up starring me

[emotional-emotion]

Bryan Cranston in Baywatch (1989 - 2001) 1.09 Cruise Ship

#bryan cranston #baywatch #baywatchedit #tvedit #televisiongifs #chewieblog #bryancranstonedit #*mystuff #here's 33 year old bryan cranston wearing slurty short shorts and also an earring #brought to you by me reading all of the (unhinged) comments on my 33 year old george costanza gifset..which was a lot #you're welcome #also i'm welcome! i didn't know what a SNACK he was in baywatch damn

[justanotherpurplebutterfly]

Fun fact about you, the person reading this:

You just lost the game

#you're welcome #:)

[moxyphinx]

THE WHEEL OF TIME | Moiraine & Siuan

#wheel of time #moiraine damodred #siuan sanche #wotedit #twotedit #moiraine x siuan #siuanraine #siuaraine #rosamund pike #sophie okonedo #wot spoilers #gif #mine #wot* #made myself sad #so now i gotta make it everyone's problem #you're welcome #fishwives forever #wlwedit #1k #*

[decebalus-suggest]

#you're welcome

[strawberrycartt]

Boo. 🎃

#yes spooky season art in December because I am not competent enough to manage my socials #you're welcome #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanart #omswd #obey me mammon #mammon #obey me mc #obey me madi #fanart #my art

[feelsforsterek]

⫸ käärijä in a bra appreciation post ԅ(≖⌣≖ԅ)

#kaarija #jere poyhonen #esc #esc 2023 #esc2023 #eurovision #cha cha cha #käärijä #Jere Pöyhönen #eurovision 2023 #eurovision song contest #finland #tw flashing #you're welcome #<3

[thebibliosphere]

"Do you have any idea how many people with chronic pain are into BDSM because it gives us control over the pain we consent to feel?"

*eyes inbox*

Struck a nerve with that one, huh?

#you're welcome

[nights-at-crystarium]

oh my lord

#a photo study that turned into general painting practice #you're welcome #ffxiv #g'raha tia #crystal exarch #own: next lvl

[constantlyfalling]

creature 4 (1, 2, 3)

#cat #cat photography #brown cat #my idiot child #funny #cat gif #video gif #this will be blazed #if you see my child #you're welcome #my post #creature

[too-deviant]

pick me up?

with…LUKE CASTELLAN!

contains…frat boy!luke, fwb!luke, boxer!luke, 18+ CONTENT, oral (f receiving), mildly public sex, dry humping

The rarity of receiving a text from Luke before midnight was not lost on you.

And yet, when your phone vibrated on your desk at eight-thirty, you picked it up and swiped carefully into the chat like it was the norm. You only recognised the oddity of the situation when Luke’s text didn’t read anything along the lines of u up? or come over?

can u come pick me up? 

trav drove me here but left like an hour ago and i have no ride

He dropped his location the moment your read receipt appeared on his screen, and you recognised the boxing gym a few blocks south of your apartment shining at you from under that damn red pin. You asked him why, but continued to slide your uggs on nonetheless, ignoring your roommate’s questioning gaze with a wave of your hand and a, “Be back later.”

You only began to question your actions when you reached the first red light. In the weeks you had known each-other, you and Luke communicated solely after the witching hour – when the only light came from his car and the only sound came from deep in the back of your throat. There was the occasional drunken makeout at any of his frat parties, but never had he asked you for a ride. 

Although, you would give it to him; his car wasn’t in the lot when you pulled up. You barely made out his silhouette when your headlights flooded the front window, and he was gone when you turned your car off. You weren’t expecting him to respond to your i’m outside – you never responded to his. But after five minutes of waiting, you huffed a sigh and relented to his clear intentions. 

The inside of the gym was as expected – cold from the AC, but warm from the residual body warmth. A ring in the middle of the space, several punching bags and other equipment you couldn’t name. Footfalls pulled you from your stupor, and your eyes drifted to where Luke’s familiar figure was exiting the locker room a few feet to your left. 

His compression shirt hugged him in all the right places – the bulging of his biceps and outline of his abs a refreshing change from the loose hoodies and baggy team jerseys he usually wore whenever you met, leaving everything to your imagination. He was in his usual grey sweats, and you applauded the consistency, always down to admire the way they hung low on his hips – the urge to tuck your fingers under the band was prominent, but you held back in favour of watching him pull off his gloves and flex his fingers in such a way that must’ve been on purpose. 

“You needed a ride?” While the circumstances of your meetup were out of the ordinary, you kept to the usual sarcastic comment. More often than not did you mutter uber for one? whenever you climbed into his car – and just like clockwork, Luke rolled his eyes and smirked at you through his bottom lashes. You weren’t stupid, and he was well aware. 

“Totally.” Was his muttered response.

“None of the other fifty guys you live with were available?” 

His hands wrapped comfortably around your hips, pulling you ever-so closer, “None of the guys I live with have lips like yours.”

“They don’t?” You pouted, hands wrapping around his shoulders and sliding up his neck, “But I swear me and Connor use the same lipgloss.”

He chuckled lowly, arms tightening around you until he could lift you up and spin you around, sitting you down on an empty table you assumed was for gloves and tape. A gasp ripped through you at the sudden movement, fingers tightening around him for balance – Luke simply sidled between your thighs and rested his hands gently on top of them. 

He kissed you, deep and slow, and you allowed yourself to get lost in it – so lost that you barely registered it when he went for the waistband of your shorts. You just used his shoulders as leverage, mouth still on his, and let him slide them under you and discard them on the ground. 

He pulled away from you, knees already buckling and mouth latching on to your shirt as he went further down, “Not those ones.”

Your fingers tangled perfectly in his curls, coiling through their humid wisps and tightening when he pushed your underwear aside and licked a stripe from deep below your vulva all the way up to your clit, latching around it and doing that thing he always said he’d do if you were good enough. Your mewl was amplified by the echo of the empty space, and the table rocked only briefly before Luke’s hand was on your stomach and pushing you to a laid back position. 

The way he suckled at you, dipping his tongue into you for a brief moment only to come back out and swallow around you. Your legs found their way around his head and he groaned deep into your cunt, dropping fully onto his knees and yanking you slightly with him. You gripped the edge of the table out of instinct, but your fingers found their way back to his hair in no time, the peak of your orgasm creeping up on you slowly.

You barely murmured a, “Oh – Luke, I’m gonna…” Before your ankles locked around him and you were shoving him hard into you. He took it like a champ, letting you ride it out and slide yourself across his face and nose until you couldn’t anymore, hips stuttering and dropping back onto the table. 

You caught your breath, and he stood. Luke always did this; watched you. You felt weird about it at first, but soon enough got used to his gaze keeping you warm while the heat between your legs settled and the huffs of air escaped your parted lips. You met his eyes and held out your hands, allowing him to pull you up into a seated position. 

“Been thinking about you all day, didn’t have time to go home and shower.” He pushed your hair away from your face, unsticking it from your forehead, “Plus I really did need a ride.”

It felt intimate – too intimate for a guy who’s text chain in your phone was the same two word question and one word response on repeat every couple of nights. So you avoided his gaze, suddenly heavy, and pulled him even closer, grinding your wet crotch against the tent in his pants and making it impossible for him to not take you right then and there.

"God -- damn." He grunted into your neck, face dropping. His hands settled around your back, venturing up your shirt and smoothing the planes of your spine. He brought them around to grope your tits, and you hummed in satisfaction at the feeling.

Your hips started to grind, and your own hands flattened on his ass so you could push him into you at a languid pace. Your wet rubbed all over him, staining the grey of his sweats dark, but he didn't seem to mind and took over his own movements.

The feeling was euphoric, and the overstimulation had you biting down on his shoulder, but Luke was moving fast t and uncoordinated, chasing his own high with a series of moans into your mouth once he found his way back to it. His hands stayed on your breasts, squeezing hard and rolling your nipples between his fingers -- you were on the cusp of your second orgasm when you felt the warmth of his cum spread through his pants. A few stuttered thrusts and he was a panting dog in your shoulder, hands dropping to the table beneath you.

"Your place or mine?"

divider by @cafekitsune :)

#you asked for this #you're welcome #ya nasties #(its me im the nasty) #@lia’s works #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan smut #luke castellan imagine

[discountscoobyart]

home is where i want to be

#domestic satosugu #you're welcome #my own #jjk #satosugu #stsg #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #getou suguru #satosugu fanart