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I know many of you guys are so confusing about ‘the hell waht is the difference between there two tags’ and we are still working on fully explain about this whole event
like WHY THERE ARE TWO GROUPS OF SKELEBROS COULD BOTH TAG AS SWAPFELL，WHY DO THEY DECIDE TO DESIGN THE FELLSWAP OTHER CHARACTERS，one at a time and okay，be patient and DONT BE TAG POLICE CUZ THEESE TWO BROS ARE ALL SWAPFELL！
anon asked me some time ago could i do all the tfp autobots as humans in a separate post SO here you go! Now idk the way i drew em just bare with it, i just needed to get the picture. I only counted those who were alive and autobots by the end of Predacons Rising.
does anyone else ever find themselves utterly incapable of putting into words just how beautiful and amazing misha collins is?? how much you love and care about him and his wellbeing???? I can’t describe it. we need a new word.
Loud panting was heard through the room, a small trail of drool managing to escape the gag in his mouth. The ropes against his arms and legs rubbing him in the most delicious of ways, forcing him to stay in a kneeling position on the floor and making his muscles burn, adding to the contrasting pleasure of the vibrator against his prostate. He would have cum long ago had it not been for the cock ring around his leaking erection.
“Aw, sweetheart, you’re doing so well. Daddy’s so proud of you.” the deep voice said behind him, a muscular chest pressing against his bare back. He whined through the gag, withering when his daddy’s hands came up to grip his nipples, running his nails over them and twisting them, rutting against the clothed erection against his lower back.
“Shh, Sweetheart, Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.” his daddy said, nails raking down his flat stomach, leaving angry red lines in his wake. He jerked when his daddy’s fingers trailed up his erection, thumb lightly pressing into the slit and following the vein on the underside back down.
His daddy’s other hand slid down his back, squeezing one firm cheek before gripping the base of the vibrator. There wasn’t enough room to pull it out completely so he settled on twisting it, shoving it deeper into him and earning a muffled keen.
“Does my sweet boy wanna cum?” Daddy asked, nipping lightly along the column of pale flesh before him and gently caressing his balls. “It certainly feels like it, but has my baby earned it?”
He nodded desperately, tears beginning to form in his eyes. This torture had been going on for an hour, maybe two, and now all he wanted was sweet release.
Daddy hummed, biting down hard on the side of his neck and earning a glare out of the corner of his eye. Daddy chuckled, his hand delivering a quick swat to a plum backside. “Good boy’s don’t glare at their daddies, do they?”
There was a whine, high and needy, and his daddy decided to be merciful, gently lowering so that his chest was now pressed against the cold floor, his cheek pressed against the cool tile. He squirmed for a moment before he froze, the sound of a zipper being undone loud in the near silent room.
He jolted when his daddy grabbed the base of the vibratore once more, pushing it into his prostate once more before gently extracting it from his body and leaving him feeling cold and empty.
The empty feeling was quickly replaced with a cock sliding into him, making him sigh softly. His daddy wasn’t as big as the toy that had been in him, but his aim was just as good, hitting his prostate on the second thrust and making him whine.
“You’re so loose, Sweetheart. I could probably fit a few fingers in there, too.” Daddy breathed, his hand sliding up his back and then raking his nails back down it.
He squirmed at the feeling, making his daddy laugh again, one hand resting on his hip to keep him still. “I bet you would like that too. You’d probably let someone else slide in here with me, wouldn’t you? Having us both fill you up to your limits. God, you’re such a cock slut.”
He flushed at the name, squirming when his daddy leaned down, his clothed chest rubbing against his bare back and Daddy’s hands wrapping around his cock. “But I think even sluts deserve a reward, don’t you?”
He pumped it twice in time with his thrusts before his fingers touched the ring at the base, causing it loosen, and he whispered a soft, “Cum for Daddy, Sweetheart.”
He was all too willing to obey, letting out a muffled scream as he came hard on the tile floor, his fists clenching and his vision going white as he rode the waves of pleasure coursing through him. His daddy hissed at the feeling of him clenching around him, pressing closer to him as he released as well.
In the silence of the room, filled with the sounds of their panting, it was like a spell had been broken. No longer were they Daddy and Sweetheart, they were just Harry and Tom, both sweaty, sticky, and desperately wanting a bath.
Harry composed himself first, gently pulling out of Tom and making him whine once more. He tucked himself back into his pants before undoing the ropes binding Tom’s hands to his ankles, kissing each burn mark on his wrists and lowering them onto the floor before starting on the ones binding his calves to his thighs, kissing each mark there. Once he was done with freeing Tom, he swiftly left the room, returning a minute later with a large glass of water and a blanket.
He kneeled before Tom’s sprawled form, gently coaxing him to sit up before wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. Tom grabbed the edges as Harry leaned closer, his fingers working on the straps of the ball gag. It was off in less than a second, easily slipping out of Tom’s mouth and being dropped on the floor.
Harry picked up the water next, holding it up to Tom’s mouth. “Drink.” He encouraged, watching as Tom began to take deep gulps from the cup.
“Slowly.” He said, watching as Tom’s hands came up to hold the up, drinking the water at a much slower pace than before.
“The house elves prepared us a bath.” Harry said lightly, his arms wrapping around Tom’s back and under his knees, lifting him easily into the air, thankful for all those years of Quidditch as he headed towards the bathroom. “Did something happen during the meeting?”
He hadn’t seen Tom that stressed since the first time he had barged into their room and demanded Harry tie him to the bed and fuck him. That had been a night of discovery.
Tom pulled a face, both at the feeling of cum running down his legs and the questions, taking a sip of his water before answering, his voice hoarse and rough. “I’m surrounded by idiots.”
Harry nodded as they entered the bathroom. He knew Tom would elaborate more later, but now what he -both of them, really- needed was a nice bath and a good cuddle session.
au where akaashi had to once again rescue their child from one of bokuto’s “genius ideas for the vine with kuroo”
au where that one time oikawa had to eat only broccoli for a week because he lost his daughter in the department store and iwaizumi had to pick her up from lost and found
an au where kageyama had his one and only speeding ticket because he received a call from hinata about ‘something very important!!’ so he rushed home to come and see hinata finally successfully change the diaper
an au where the only person who can win at arm-wrestling with iwaizumi is his four-year-old daughter
an au where daichi and suga have identical twin sons, except one of them having suga’s mole and the other not
an au where yamaguchi had it up to here with their daughter being as sassy as tsukishima
an au where oikawa cried on iwaizumi the whole night because his daughter said ‘being the ace sounds cool and the setter is lame’
an au where it’s kuroo and their child who takes kenma to videogame stores on the weekend
an au where they all have children and are amazing parents
So for my english assignment we had to write a poem on love.
It was 3 in the morning and i was browsing through the destiel tag.
In short my english teacher is submitting a poem about a gay angel and his bisexual lover to my school magazine.
PS-I’m Indian and the editor of the magazine is a homophobe.
A Profound Bond Angelic blue eyes meet the human green, Glistening with the ghosts of the past they have seen. You say its to save humanity, but its the Righteous Man that counts, You raise him from perdition, and heaven you renounce.
With a hole in his heart, and pain in his voice, He shuts his eyes tight and begs you to stay. O’ Angel, hear this question within the noise, How deep is the love that makes a faithless man pray?
You must keep him safe, so you gaze from afar, His face, his freckles, like the night sky with stars. He falls and rises a demon, with eyes as black as coal, Your love remains everlasting,though his form breaks your soul.
Your blue eyes cry in the rain,and watch as the world turns, You’re the angel who gave all he’s got, Repeat the same words while all around you burns. “I’d rather have you, cursed or not.”
The essence of chaos, an angel loving a demon, Old and forgotten scars, once again deepen. Those blue eyes, cant help but cry in the rain, For they can never see, those green eyes again.
<b>Me:</b> AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<p/><b>Mom:</b> OI! what was that!?!?!<p/><b>Me:</b> nothing!<p/><b>Me, an intellectual:</b> Daniel James Howell starts embracing the hobbit hair and starts embracing his pastel self and they moved out of their apartment and HE CHANGED HIS YOUTUBE USERNAME TO DANIEL HOWELL THERE'S TOO MANY CHANGES HAPPENING I'M– AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<p/></p>