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Violet Bridgerton be like “have you met my kids, fake dating, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers/she fell first he fell harder, Cinderella story, Uptown girl, second chance love, Gregory and Hyacinth?”

Fred Darts being clinically insane for 10 minutes (comp)

edited by me

yt: @theekroko

Contest of Meatloaf (A Fire Emblem x Smosh shitpost)

This was in my head since I saw the video, so I had to make it a reality XD

Video Source

Songs used: Contest of Pride + Contest of Pride (Roar) - Fire Emblem: Fates

ITS JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS x

fred darts is actually the funniest thing i have ever witnessed in my life. i don’t think you understand the visceral laughter that erupts within me when i watch him

ur welcome

no difference

FUCK THEY LOOK SO GOOD

Morgan, picking up the phone while not looking: Hey baby girl, tell me something I wanna hear.

Hotch, deadpan: There’s been another homicide, chocolate thunder.

pics of mgg that you probably never saw before or at least you don't see often <3

This is canon 😭😭😭

Percy “I am impertinent” Jackson really looked Zeus dead in the eye and said “Your family is a mess”

what if i killed myself huh? HUH?

you know what i think would be fucking hilarious? if percy was fighting a monster and instead of using his sword or some other demigod powers or magic he just straight up clocks it in the face. like he just starts throwing hands. he’s a new yorker. he got kicked out of multiple boarding schools. like fuck all the proper demigod ways of fighting, just BAM! have an unexpected knuckle to the face bitch

tv sally jackson show haters can’t handle that she’s portrayed as a woman and not an angel

#he really said we cope through humor

luke: *is the lightening thief*

me, who’s known that for literal years:

god damn

very slightly suggestive content; fem!reader

thinking about luke castellan being all giggly, trying so hard to pull you away from whatever you're doing for just fifteen minutes. its the same promise he makes over and over again, falling from his pink lips as easy as breathing.

and each time, you basically refuse to believe him. pushing his hands away from your hips and waist, dodging his kisses with laughs you can't disguise. "luke," you say over and over again, trying to get him to break off from his spew of convincing arguments and listen to you.

"it'll be quick, babe, i promise. just need to kiss you a little bit. missed your lips all day. gods, you smell so good too."

it's almost impossible to ignore him when he's pressing ticklish kisses into the crook of your neck, under your jaw, over your shoulders once he has your shirt thrown off (somehow).

and when that doesn't work, you try to get sterner. "castellan," you say, voice briefly losing the humor as you warn him.

he looks at you with teasing eyes, probably noticing the way your tone doesn’t meet your gaze as he sings out a small “oo” through pursed lips.

"you know how much i like it when you call me that. really does something to me.” he has one of your hands in his, guiding it down to his crotch where he encourages you to feel the bulge there.

you force yourself to recoil, but it’s not genuine. your hands meekly push at luke’s chest, creating distance between you two as he sends you a grin.

that’s all it takes for you to fist his shirt in one hand and pull him close again.

“just make it quick for real. i have shit to do.”

his head tilts, he pulls you even closer by your belt loops. he smiles, nudges your nose with his, then tells you, “yes ma’am” as he kisses you.

oh.

get you a man who thinks of you as a queen.

suicide party everyone invited

what do u think rafe's fav vape flavor is??

he's a mint bitch.

this did something to me

Emmy 🌸

Can I get a smutty little blurb of us and bestfriend!steve spooning in bed and it gets a little handsy😇 dry humping is underrated.

leighanne leighanne leighanne 🧡

18+

It was inevitable, really.

Too many nights sprawled in Steve’s bed, a movie forgotten on his television screen, the sun dying behind the houses across the street, sleep tugging at you both.

It was inevitable, really.

Too many hormones, too many close calls, too many what ifs? Too many glances at lips, too many jokes that suddenly sounded more serious than the week before.

You woke up with Steve curled around you, the TV dark static, the credits long rolled. It wasn't anything too out of the ordinary, bodies pressed together, your back to Steve’s chest, a heavy arm thrown over your waist and his nose pressed into your hair, his soft breaths telling you he was still very much asleep.

You would’ve slipped back into it too, if you hadn’t shuffled slightly, adjusting yourself against the boy and the pile of pillows around you, the stray popcorn kernels that had missed both the bowl and your lips.

It was inevitable, really.

You felt it then, hard and insistent, impossible to ignore - pressed against the small of your back. Steve’s sweatpants did little to hide it, the thickness, the length, the heat. You gasped, eyes wide, more awake than before and you knew it was wrong, you knew you shouldn’t have done it. But it was inevitable.

Wasn’t it?

You rocked backwards, feigned shifting in your sleep until your ass rocked against your best friend’s cock and it fit snugly against the curves of you. Bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, felt it rattle your ribs, felt it shake the bed frame and when the boy didn’t stir, you did it again.

Hips rocking, shifting ever so slightly, ass moving up and over Steve’s cock, eyes slipping closed, squeezing shut and lip parting in a silent gasp when the head of him caught the seam of your folds underneath your flimsy shorts.

Steve sighed in his sleep, a husky, low moan and his hips canted forward to meet your own, eager, wanting. Right there, right on your clit, the perfect nudge, just right there—

“Shit, shit, I’m— I’m sorry, I— fuck—”

Steve woke, voice rough and sleep slurred, moving too slow, his brain barely catching up with the situation but you felt awful at the embarrassment you heard in his words and he made to move away, a little clumsy as the mattress dipped, his arm dragging from you waist.

You wanted to whine, you wanted to beg. So you caught his hand instead, kept it on your waist until the heat of it made your bones turn softer. It was easier to talk if you kept facing away from him, your cheek pressed to the pillow, your ass still popped out enough for the tip of Steve’s cock nudge against the swell of it.

“Stay, Steve.”

You heard the boy gulp, swallow tight and sharp, his hand flexing on your ribs. He paused, maybe to check if he was awake, maybe to check if you were. “What?”

“Keep going,” you whispered. “I don’t want you to stop.” You swallowed too, licking your lips nervously, suddenly terrified that this was the wrong thing to do. “You can keep going, if you want.”

Steve didn’t say anything, but he lay back down, closer than before, close enough for you to feel his lips on the back of your neck when they parted. His hand gripped your waist, fingers flexing over you until your shirt - his shirt - gave way and his touch found your skin.

“Yeah?” He whispered and his voice was rough, but so much more awake than before. His cock twitched, seeking out your heat, already leaking in his too tight boxers. “S’okay?”

You nodded, body burning, eyes focused on Steve’s closed bedroom door, waiting with enough anticsorion to make your head throb, hoping he’d make a move. “Felt good,” you told him.

You felt more than heard his soft “fuck,” breathed against the nape of your neck and before you could say anything else, Steve moved, all experimental, his hips rutting against your ass, his cock pushed between your cheeks, rubbing himself there.

“Shit,” he groaned, head falling forward until it rested against your shoulder. “Tell me if you wanna stop, okay? Just let me know—”

You shook your head, cutting him off with a plea. “Steve—”

The way you pushed back against him told the boy everything he needed to know. “Christ,” he groaned, eyes fluttering shut. He didn’t know where to look, the room just lit enough for him to glance down and see his cock nestled against your ass, a damp patch already spreading on the front of his sweats. “Say my name again, fuck, say my name like that, please—”

“Steve,” you complied, whiny and breathless and trying so hard to keep quiet. The dark gloom surrounding you both made it feel all the more forbidden. You took his hand from your waist, dragged it slowly enough for him to reject you if he wanted, your fingers tangled with his as you guided him towards your tits. “Steve, please, touch me.”

You didn’t need to ask again, Steve groaning low in your ear, his teeth scraping at your jaw as his big hand grabbed the cup of your bra, pulling it down so he could get his palm over you, squeezing roughly and soothing finger over your hardened nipples. He pulled at it, humped against you a little faster when you moaned into his pillow.

“Could come like this,” Steve whispered, nose knocking against the crown of your head as he moved closer, swearing into your hair when you lifted one leg and draped it over his, his cock slipping down to slot between the folds of your cunt, the dampness there making it easy for him to feel you beneath your shorts. “Gonna come like this, fucking hell, that okay? Shit— that what you want, babe? You wanna make me bust in my pants?”

You groaned, a hand thrown back to fist in Steve’s hair, pulling at him until he mouthed at your neck, more teeth than lips, nodding frantically when the head of his cock nudged up against your clit, rubbing through your folds.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “Jesus Steve, yeah, m’gonna come too, don’t stop—“

That was inevitable too.

My two fave men (not my edit)

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real