regulus knew two things, one that he likes evan and two that he likes barty. now the thing that he did not know was what the fuck was he going to do about it.

he couldn't just simply go up to evan or barty and shout, "HEY I LIKE YOU" without both of them glancing at him as if he grew a second head. they were a trio, of bestfriends, nothing more.

but that didn't stop regulus from analyzing, trying to see if there was hope that they like him back - but also he didn't want to only date one, he wanted to be with both of them.

while regulus had absolutely no intention of ever telling them his feelings. his stupid brother got him drunk, during a game of shot or dare.

"Evan, Barty, this might come as a shocker." Regulus slur.

Evan blinks, doe eyed, a beautiful flush on his skin. "What." he asks with a slur.

"Shhhhhh ev, reg is trying to tell us something" Barty chuckles drunkenly.

Regulus blinks slowly, just taking a moment to take both of the men in front of him and can't stop the smitten sigh that escaped his lips, he gesture between them. "I like you both, more than friends but I don't think I could only date one of you if either of you liked me back."

Evan mouth part open, glancing at Barty and at Regulus. "You like me-.. I mean us? i-.. actually, i also like you both.."

Regulus was convinced the alcohol had finally made him hallucinate.

"Today is my lucky day huh," Barty grins, wrapping an arm around them and pulling them close to him. "I also, really like you both and I couldn't choose between you two because.. you're both mine."

I think my guardian angel went out for a smoke, and just never came back in.

cw; an attempt of forced cannibalism, delusion, captive!reader, v brief mention of murder

yandere!johnny whose had you captive in his cabin in the woods for a while now. you've taken to a new strategy to try to escape. Pretending you're in love with him too. He seems to believe it until one night he ties you to a chair in front of a romantic candlelight dinner and removes the steel dome from the plate that sits in the middle of the table to reveal your boyfriend's head, decorated with salad, and an apple in his open mouth.

It turns out your boyfriend had never given up looking for you and, unfortunately, had come across Johnny and as he told him why he was out here, Johnny snapped.

And now, sitting across from you, he wants you to eat your boyfriend together to prove your love for him.

After staring at the head for what feels like hours but is mere minutes, you look up at johnny.

"I—I can't." You shut your mouth and shake your head, fat tears sliding down your cheeks. you uselessly tug at your restraints.

You can fake affection, you can tell him you love him, you can kiss him, hug him, have sex with him even, but not this.

"Don't ye love me, hen?" There's a dangerous glint in his eyes.

He knows. You start trembling as you realise you're absolutely fucked. There's no point in lying now.

"No," With that he abruptly stands and you panic. "But I can! I can love you! I just need more ti—"

Now having stalked around to your side of the table, he harshly grabs your chin. "Ye lied to me."

"I'm sorry, Johnny! Please don't hurt me!"

He snarls in your face. "It's too late for begging."

He pushes your chair back and undoes your restraints, then throws you over his shoulder and starts walking you towards the bedroom.

Ignoring what he said, you babble on, now crying. "Don't kill me! please, Johnny! I can love you! I'll love you, I promise!"

He chuckles as he drops you onto the bed and removes his belt while he watches you intensely.

"Ah'm not gonna kill ya, Silly," He grins darkly, folding his belt in half. "Ah'm gonna punish ya."

Your eyes frantically flick between his and the belt in his hands as he takes a seat on the end of the bed.

"Now be a good lass and get on my lap and count."

going insane at the thought of sevika smacking your ass as you sit on her face

baby......... babe........ she so would

imagine having her face caged between your thighs, one hand gripping the headboard, and the other nestled in her brown locks, pulling & tugging as you ground your hips down, fucking yourself harder on her tongue. both her hands are smoothing up and down your hips, moving down to grip your thighs tightly, and then back up, humming around your clit. she's almost animalistic with how she eats you out. she's sloppy, messy, and downright sinful because you just taste so good. her hands never stay in one place, loves to feel you, and touch you. and that's why around her, your ass is literally never safe. sevika will kneed the flesh in her hands, gripping it tightly, digging her fingers into it, but most of all? She is an ass-slapper. her metal hand pulling you down by your hip, and when you're so lost in your own world, and damn near drooling over the feeling of her tongue in your cunt, that's when her hand lands harshly on your ass (multiple times just to hear your pretty moans) so hard that it has you hunching forward, the hand on the headboard slipping slightly, and you're whining into your arm......

HELLO.... anyways... yes she would for sure slap your ass when you sit on her face

Think about it, you're walking around in let's say a mall and suddenly that slushy you had at the food court hits you and you need to use the bathroom, you casually and calmly make your way to the mall bathroom and as you open the door and prepare to do what you need to do you see.. gerard way??! What do you do next?

a mini maddox web-weave

Cassian shut his eyes closed, pressing his fingers to them and groaning, exasperated. The whining sound came out way louder than intended because his friend on the other side of the room complained about the noise, sticking his head out from under the comforter.

Azriel looked at him with his usual blank expression, sleep clouding his deathly stare.

"Shut the fuck up, Cassian. It's not even 7am."

He didn't really care about what time it was. Straight up ignoring his roommate, he turned on the mattress until he was face-planted in the pillow and he screamed into it, fisting the sheets and kicking out his feet.

Mother tits, that fucking–

"Did Nesta post another picture last night?"

He nodded, groaning an affirmative response to that.

Azriel huffed, moving so that his back was to him. "I promise not to tell her if you go to jerk one off."

Cassian snorted, glancing his way, and smirked even if his best friend and roommate couldn't see him.

He couldn't keep the smugness from his voice when he murmured, "You say that as if she didn't put for you, c in the caption."

Azriel made a gagging noise.

"You two are disgusting."

Cassian smiled, turning his phone on again.

Nesta's head was bent back as she laughed. Her eyes crinkled on the sides and she had a hand over her mouth, as if to cover her smile from the rest of the world. Gwyn was laughing on her left, clutching Nesta's arm.

She looked so happy, Cassian almost teared up.

Azriel was right. They were disgusting.

Disgustingly in love with each other.

HOMECOMING DRABBLE: GOOD MORNING

HNNNNNNGH!!!! You have no right! NO RIGHT to come into my DM like this with this softness.

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But imagine this man in yours and Frankie's home, he wakes up late and stumbles into your bathroom closer to noon than morning, hair dishevelled in riotous curls, eyes half-lidded and he's barely watching where he's going before he stands before the sink to brush his teeth.

Always half-dressed, always shirtless, sometimes he barely bothers to put on boxers as he's standing there rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He claims that he's sleepy, and too lazy to put clothes on this early, but he's a fucking menace is what he is.

He's always so warm in the morning, having slept curled up with Frankie and you, (and Frankie runs hot as a furnace at night, that man just sleeps hot), and in the morning as Santiago sleeps in, the sun is always warming his back.

So when you slot yourself in behind his back, chest pressing up against the firmness of the carved muscles there, chin resting on his shoulder, he's soft and warm,smelling like linen sheets, sun and toothpaste, that soft round curve of his ass pressing up against your front and it's all you can do to resist the primal urge to bend down and sink your teeth into it.

And if it's Frankie instead of you walking in on him in the morning? Frankie won't be as kind as you are, nor as restrained. His hand will roam, thick fingers gripping into the meat of Santiago's ass to the man's protest and grumbling that "Frank, it's too fucking early for this. Let me brush my teeth and have coffee before you molest my ass".

The protest will reach deaf ears, because Frankie will already be on his knees, plush lips sliding against the taut skin, pressing a kiss to each generous cheek, before he finds his favourite spot, right where Santiago's cheek dimples and sink his teeth in to a harsh keen gasp from Santiago.

"You can have your coffee after," Frankie murmurs, voice hoarse and burning and Santiago already knows now that after isn't going to be anytime soon. A couple of hours if he's lucky.

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this is what happened in red robin (2009), right?

Welcome to this week's episode of:

What the actual fuck did my mom bring home today!

On this week's episode:

✨This thing✨

No idea what this is but it feels like Maude would like this 😭

If anyone knows what this is please tell me 😭

i blame @fantrollz

does does,,,,,,,

Do do animal tribes in TCF has animal characteristics especially in mating???

(look at the tags bitches and bros and non binary hoes)

oh my god

Looking in the mirror I saw nothing, or maybe I saw all that I could see. My eyes were empty, my body lifeless. I was dead. I was dead in every way I could look at myself. I was dead inside, I was dead outside. At that point I wondered if I was ever alive. The way I thought, The way I acted. I was aware that it was not human, I was aware that I was not human. What I felt, indeed, what I didn't feel, was inhuman. There was not a single trace of emotion, of life, of love, in that gaze. There was not anything. Just the same blank stare everyone had become familiar with by now. The beating of my heart humiliated me, it was strange to feel the presence of a heart in such a being. It was strange looking at my skin, my face, hearing my voice disgusted me. All these physical conditions, somehow, tied me to the human experience, which I had never really had. I wasn't going to have it, I didn't want it. My inhumanity was comfortable, it was pleasant, as if the only thing that could have kept me alive was fire. It burned, it hurt, but at the same time I didn't want to be human and I didn't want to try. I didn't want to feel their feelings, I didn't want to be the same as everyone. Even though it hurt me, I wanted to stay that way. I was a living being, someone who had found itself living inside the body of a human, that was all I was.

Ya know, my sense humor ranges from:

“HA! ANGST SO FUNNY” to “lmao, I think it would be funny to seduce this guy or something lmao.”

Meanwhile I’m just thinkin this shit and going alright that’s enough.