[deviouz]

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[deviouz]

you weren't sure how things had progressed the way they had, but the night had eventually led with your back pressed to ellie williams' front, bong clutched tight in your grip. her lips felt warm against your neck, and you could feel her chuckle at the gasps she drew out of you with a bite here and there. her fingers, ever so deft, trailed beneath the waistband of your shorts and underwear. "you wearin' that pink pair i got you, baby?" ellie's words were slurred in that fuzzy-headed way that came with the high, and she lifted the waistband of your shorts before you could speak. heat rose to your cheeks as she revealed the lacy pink pair of panties she had gotten you a few weeks back. "hell yeah. take a hit, sweetheart. 's okay."

you managed to bring the bong to your lips, and ellie took pity on you by lighting the bowl so you didn't have to. inhaling was the easy part, as your girlfriend opted to simply lightly graze her fingertips between your thighs. as you exhaled, ellie plunged a finger — her middle, no doubt — into your heat. she gave you no time to adjust to the high or her touch, as a second digit quickly followed the first. you were gone. "good girl," ellie cooed in your ear, greedily groping one of your breasts with her free hand, "feels good, yeah? want another?" broken moans filled the room as you stuttered out a broken "yeah, els," and she rewarded you with another. even through the layers of clothing, the sound of your arousal could be heard, ruining your panties and drenching ellie's fingers exactly how she loved. the weed had you feeling sensitive, hips canting as ellie damn near fucked you silly with her digits alone. she fucked you through your orgasm, not stopping until you sagged in her grip and whined with sensitivity.

"hold the bong for me, yeah, babe?"

[deviouz]

and how would we feel about a potential matt/reader/karen hc post 🙂‍↕️ i feel like they’d be the best brat tamers but for entirely different reasons…

[deviouz]

so i might have gotten sidetracked and written a lil ellie williams blurb in a moment of weakness but karen and matt will have their time :D

[omg-imstillatotalmess]

I feel like when Daryl gets jealous it would be in a pathetic way. In public, he’d loom behind you like the grim reaper himself until whoever was hitting on you left. At home, he’s on his knees, arms around your hips, rubbing his cheek against your stomach saying something like, “Ya aren’t gonna leave me, are ya? You’re still my girl?”

[deviouz]

and how would we feel about a potential matt/reader/karen hc post 🙂‍↕️ i feel like they’d be the best brat tamers but for entirely different reasons…

[rylandsgrace]

Steve Harrington + Weapons

[salayy]

Adebayo being the therapist for all her friends' issues. The only time we saw active counsel for her issues was with Judomaster that she barely knew.

None of her trauma in nazi land addressed (knew it wouldn't be because the focus is Chris' emotional development but still) and her wife only coming back in the finale to break up officially. Mind you their initial seperation was off screen between seasons.

[rylandsgrace]

And someday I hope, for the sake of the world, you understand that it's yours too.

Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

[fabxpunk]

#trying to make his bf laugh but fails

[fishfishbigking]

feral meow meow

[ameopteryx]

Adrian as the other vigilante?

[sealouree]

sam's collection of jackets

[deviouz]

matt being a clingy bf… matt being touchstarved… matt needing that human touch so he doesn’t lose himself…

[deviouz]

would you ever write more soft dom bob?

i feel like i'm stuck in a perpetual state of sub!bob and dom!void. i'll rewatch the movie and come back with my thoughts 😼

however. picture bob talking you through an orgasm. like, two fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt, and he's got your back pressed to his chest while he kisses along your neck. "yeah? does it feel good, sweetheart? gonna come on my fingers?"

[ozzgin]

It's funny how the same people who complain about not finding enough fanfiction content are the ones publicly ranting about authors and mocking their kinks or their way of writing.

You wanna know why there's not enough content? Because creators are terrified of putting their free labor out there, only to have people like you critiquing their - entirely free and optional, mind you! - pieces when you could be scrolling instead.

"When the author writes y/n as-" grab a pen and do it yourself.

"It's just my opinion because I find it weird-" then think it, don't post it. Why are you so possessed by the need to publicly insult someone doing hobby work?

I swear, I just stumbled upon a post that had tens of thousands of reblogs and hundreds of comments where everyone just kept piling on fanfic writers. Whether it's a trope, or the use of some words, it doesn't matter: y'all really out there dining for free and then spitting in the chef's face.

If you can vent in several paragraphs, you can also just scroll and mind your business. I can't believe it has to be said that you're an asshole if you nitpick someone's literal fun.

[userilyarozanov]

ADRIAN CHASE + the famous butt dance

[hexmachinaa]

{nsfw, mdni} every devious way i think matt would react to hearing you moan ‘god’ or ‘oh my god’ in bed

inspired by the s3e02 “thank god for you” “he didn’t help you, I did” exchange and how bratty and god complex-y it was AHHHHHHH.

shutting you up with a hard kiss

tightening his grip behind your knee, coaxing your legs open just a little bit more. driving into you just a little bit deeper, murmuring “it’s actually ‘matthew’” into your neck, smile tugging on his lips. “try that out instead”

when he’s fucking you from behind, he’d jerk you up to your knees, your back flush against him. he’d hold one side of your face to look at him, his other hand torturing your clit with slow, lazy grazes as he traces his name into your skin: m-a-t-t…

or maybe every time you let a strangled “oh my god” slip, he’d slow his hips — a slow, torturous cycle of teasing that’s had you on the edge for hours.

and every time you moan his name he’d reward you: grabbing your hips to fuck you up and down his cock faster. pinning your hands into the mattress, your fingers intertwined, as he rolls his hips — the sloppy, hard, lewd sounds of skin filling the air. eagerly lapping at your pussy ‘til you’re running down his chin and wetting his lips, when he pulls you into a deep, almost desperate kiss, begging you to “say it again, say my name again”

and times when he’s impatient and horny, he’d just chuckle and shake his head, lips against yours as he mockingly warns “don’t take the lords name in vain”