Sorry I'm late, I got added to the Wild Hunt last night and ran and reveled with them for what felt like 100 years plus a day until I landed the killing blow on a stag with bronze antlers then suddenly woke in my bed, willow leaves in my hair, a nameless song echoing in my ears, and my hands still bloody, so yeah, totally missed my alarm and stuff.
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Need a big strong man to move me up and down his cock like I'm his living fleshlight rn pls
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Who wants to go outside and play wolves together
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simon who crawls into your waiting arms in the earliest hours of the morning
he tries not to wake you, but your ears are always in tune for when he finally comes back home. you can hear the telltale thump of his bag hitting the floor, even in the deepest of sleeps.
you learned that you don't have to crawl out of bed to meet him at the door. he takes a while to settle into being back home, making tea, taking a shower, getting reacquainted with the space before he's ready to wind down. so you wait for him, half asleep, listening to his light shuffles and muffled footsteps until they finally approach your warm bed.
you beckon him in, lifting the blanket with one hand and pawing for him with the other. and he never resists, falling right into you. he finds his spot, ear over your heart and arms snaked firmly around you.
🥺
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Werewolf urge to hunt down a cute little bunny and knotfuck it til it's holes are nothing but a gaping mess.
I'm white knuckle gripping my sheets I need to hunt down a cute sub and have my way with them so bad
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obviously got no idea how much 'jon' will be in protocol, but i can't stop thinking about someone who's had to listen to all the tapes with his voice on saying "oh so You're jonathan sims??" and lobbying him with like a million questions.
then there's a pause,
and he just says "jonathan blackwood, actually" in that smug bitch voice of his. you know the one
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amy and rory chilling at home in between trips, summer of 2012, watching the olympics. stadium’s suddenly empty and they’re both waiting for the sound of the tardis in the backyard any second now. oop, wait, crisis averted apparently, guess the doctor didn’t need to intervene after all lol, wasn’t that odd? oh dunk, some rando just grabbed the torch off the fallen torchbearer! ah well, this might as well happen, the opening ceremony is already so goddamn weird. haha that guy’s a little over dressed for a run-
wait
those pants. rory i know those pants. rory
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i need-
i neeeed to cross of this box on my tmagp bingo card so badly
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