#UGHHHHHH

[loveindefinitely]

task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"

#⌨️ : love's writing #will defs continue this later #just #ughhhhhh #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghost cod #mw2 #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #soap cod #polyamory #poly cod #poly tf141 #tf141 x reader #tf 141 #captain price #johnny soap mactavish #john price #captain john price #cod x you #call of duty x reader #soap x reader #price x reader #gaz x reader #gaz x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you

[vorpx]

some narilamb yea

#cotl #cult of the lamb #narilamb #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #cotl fanart #narinder x lamb #old doodles that i never posted here #ughhhhhh

[bookholichany]

Photographed by Marc Brenner

All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Glamis! All hail, Macbeth! Hail to thee, Thane of Cawdor! All hail, Macbeth, that shalt be king hereafter!

#macbeth #david tennant #cush jumbo #it's so unfair that I can never watch this live #shakespeare #donmar warehouse #this is most visually stunning #if I don't get to watch a recording of this I'll die #updated it with more shots #ughhhhhh

[gunsatthaphan]

"I felt so useless today."

#cherry magic #cherry magic th #taynew #karanachi #karan x achi #cherry magic th ep6 #tay tawan #new thitipoom #gmmtv #thai bl #bl drama #😭😭😭😭 #leave it to tay tawan to master those emotional scenes #ughhhhhh

[napping-sapphic]

PLEASE make a blanket and pillow bed on the floor with me PLEASE get distracted midway through and start a pillow fight PLEASE lay down on it and watch movies on our laptop and cuddle with me PLEASE kiss me goodnight and sleep with me there PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—

#wlw #wlw mood #sapphic #sapphism #lesbian #PLEASE wake up with back pain with me so we can take turns giving each other massages #i WANT this #lets cuddle on silly little homemade beds that don’t really work #but we made it so we love it anyway #and we’re spending time together so who cares about the rest #ughhhhhh #im gay and i like sleeping

[yeyinde]

WICKER PYRE | Dragon!Price x Reader

All things considered, you should have expected it. You know better than to make deals with dragons.

WARNINGS: 18+ | light smut—no descriptions of anatomy used for the reader; possessive undertones; dragon trickery; blink and you'll miss it Celtic Dragon mythology and folklore WORD COUNT: 1,5K NOTES: They tempted me with hellfire and pretty imagery, so. Here we are.

It smells of biochar, pyrolysis. The incendiary heat sparks to life around you; a thick, impenetrable wall of stifling warmth, and you blink through the haze, the heat mirage, that swims in front of your eyes, trying to clear the clouds from your vision. 

It's hot. 

Hellfire. Inferno. Absolute. 

Paradoxically, it edges into dry heat—wildfires: burning forests, charred logs, crumbling charcoal, ashes—but your skin is drenched in sweat; sticky, tacky. Hot springs. Lavascape. 

You're drowning in Phlegethon, hands clawing at molten skin to stay afloat. 

"Shush, shush—"

It's a wheezing rasp. A rumble that rebounds against the carverous, limestone walls and echoes in your ears. The vibrations of it rattle through your chest and dislodge the panic from between your ribs. 

"Easy, now."

Despite the smoked-cured softness of the voice above you, around you, in you, it booms through your marrow; the sudden shift of the plates. A tectonic shockwave that bludgeons into you. 

"Can't—" you start, words a desperate, aching whine. "Can't—John—it's so hot—!"

His answer is a grunt; a rolling, monstrous sound that shivers across your skin. It's easy, with his front pressed against your back, his words hissed into your crown, to forget that he isn't a man. That his body is made of the valleys: carved from chiselled andesite, graphite, and limestone. Coursing through his veins is ichor and brimstone, fed from the burning pyre inside his chest that blooms tuffs of smoke, and reeks of ash. 

He quiets you with another low pur, and feeds the tips of his steel claws into your flesh, anchoring you tight to his body.

And then you hear the fire-painted voice speak from between his nicotine fangs: "I know." 

And you suppose he would. 

Molten blood. Igneous skin. His voice is Pyroclastic: tephra falling from his heaving chest. 

With the exception of his pointed, angular claws, his hands almost look human. Almost. 

But when they grip your hips tight, the skin of his palms feels too thick. Too velveteen. Like the soft underbelly of a reptile.

Those claws hold you steady as he slides the full, burning length of himself into you. The blunt press of his cock splitting you apart, and the rasp of his knuckles, rough with blackened osteoderms protruding from his thick skin, makes you shiver. It feels like sandpaper when it prickles over your flesh. 

You try to gasp but the oxygen in the room is swallowed by the flames. Try to move but his weight on your body is a plutonic ash bed. A prison. 

Jewels and gems nip at your skin when you ramble to find purchase on the treasure trove of his nest, to find something to hold onto while your body is slowly consumed by the unrelenting heat of him stretching you into a shape you do not recognise. 

"Tryna run?" He mocks. "Thought you could handle it, mm? Wasn't that our deal? Do you know what happens to little humans who try to break their promises?"

You want to bite back something scathing, something dripping in venom and cruelty, but the words are ground into peat salt when he presses the full weight of himself onto you, using the momentum to snap his hips harder, faster, than he was before. 

(You swear, swear, you feel the white-hot tip of him digging harshly into your sternum.)

But he's merciful—to a degree—and his hand lifts, drops in front of your nose, claws gleaming in the flames that surround his den, his prison, his home. 

You take in the sight of his heat-scorched skin—a chromosphere of living magma: blistering red dusted with fine ash. It's pretty. Stunning. You're mesmerised by the ripples of fire running in thick rivulets beneath his carbonised pelt, and you know, then, why he's so sought after. Respected. Feared. 

(Who would try and run afoul around a man, a being, a beast, who has hellfire burning in his veins?)

The brief respite splinters when he shifts forward, pushing himself as deep into your body as he can possibly go, and the world around you lists sharply on its axis when he pulses, branding you from the inside out, turning your body into a magma chamber that only fits him—

You can't breathe—haven't been able to since you rocked up to the smouldering cavern on the side of a mountain, and demanded he make a deal with you. It's hard to acclimate to the carbon-rich air that thrums around you like a thick curtain of plasma, threatening to consume you whole. 

"Easy, now, pretty thing," he purrs again and the deep rumble that spills from his expansive chest seems to glue to each bone in your body, reverberating deep within your liquifying marrow.

His elbow falls, chin presses into your crown. He breathes you in, and the world around you shudders, and ripples like the glimmering sea of a heat haze. An optical illusion. A mirage. But one that flexes around you like water; moulding to your body, and filling in all the crevasses and canyons until the plasmic air clings to your skin. 

Smoke billows with his exhale. You scent charred tobacco leaves, brimstone, crushed granite, and burning rock—sharp and acrid. The smell sticks to the back of your throat and colours your lungs in a fine layer of rock dust.

The world around you shakes when he growls into your crown, nose pressed tight to your sweat-slicked skin. 

It feels like an earthquake rattling inside of you, shaking loose the paper-thin threads of sanity that keep you still beneath his bulk.

"Ah, John—"

His forearm slides closer to your gasping mouth, and you scent guncotton on his skin. Thick. Heady. It makes your head swim, and a fever bloom in your veins. 

"There," he huffs into your hair, and the plume of his voice heats the world around you by several degrees. "Now you have something to hold on to, love." 

His voice is pinched with something that sounds mockingly cruel, mordant, but there's a softness in the way he holds you close; a tenderness that biles the roughness of his hands, the sharp drag of his claws against your flesh. 

"Now," he continues, hand tightening on your skin hard enough to bruise your tremulous bones. "Be good, and let me fuck you." 

With that, he snaps forward until he's once buried to the hilt. Fangs prickle across your shoulder blade when he lowers his maw to your skin. Each heavy exhale through his nose leaves a scorching mark over your flesh until it's blistered and raw. 

He sets a brutal pace, and each time he sinks in deep, you feel something inside of you splinter, break. It's unlike anything, anything, you'd ever felt before—a liquid pleasure and pain that melts together into burning heat. It feels like euphoria and punishment in the same breath: an equilibrium of salvation and condemnation.   

Each growl that leaves his heaving chest shakes the cobwebs from between your ribs, and fills them with ash and smoke. It seeps into your bloodstream, poisoning you with each harsh stroke. 

(You forgot that he was poisonous—)

But it's too late. 

Lost in the delirious cloud of heat, ozone, and John, all you can do is wrap your tiny hands around the thick of his forearm, nails barely leaving a mark on his thick pelt, and cling to him as he takes what you offered with greedy claws, and gluttonous eyes, pounding you into his bed of furs, and stolen gems and gold. Treasure toppled to the ceiling of the cavern they warned you to stay away from. The precious clutch of a monster who protects his wares with fire and madness. Raining wrath and fury, white-hot rage and red-hot desperation, down on anyone who dares to get close. 

It's too much, too much, but you knew what you were getting into when you tried to barter with him.

("Let's make a deal—"

And he'd said, "you must be desperate. Don't you know what I am—"

His noctilucent eyes burned in the dark. 

Mocking. Cruel. Hungry.)

All you can do now is hope, somehow, that you make out in a single piece. That all your vibrating atoms stay whole; intact. That you don't lose yourself inside the madness of heat, and burning fire. 

That you'll make it out, alive.

—if, of course, he lets you go—

But those hopes are dashed when his molten tongue flickers out, laving a burning path across your neck. 

"You'll look so good in all my gold," he snarls, a thundershock right into your core. 

And then he sinks his fangs into your neck. 

You should have known from the start when he looked at you with hunger, rapacious greed in his keen, sharp eyes that you were not leaving his den again. 

(The most precious piece in his hoard.)

Your body is a wicker pyre made to be burned. From the charred ashes, something new will rise. A phoenix trapped in the paws of a beast who likes pretty, shiny things, and will never let go. 

(And really, what else did you expect when you decided to tempt a dragon?)

#captain price x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #i hate tagging stuff #ughhhhhh #dragon!Price #COD Monster AU #john price #captain john price #captain price

[comradekatara]

“the southern raiders” is such a crazy (good) episode for so many reasons but the fact that it subtly reframes katara’s entire relationship to kya’s death is incredible. throughout the course of the show, you hear katara state that the fire nation killed her mother. but at no point, until she confronts yon rha, does she tell anyone why they killed her mother.

they killed kya because of her existence. kya died for her. it wasn’t just a senseless act of brutal violence, it was a targeted and deliberate act of systematic persecution. katara doesn’t just survive her as her daughter, she survives her as the sacrifice made in her name. she doesn’t just wear kya’s necklace as a memento, an heirloom passed down across generations as a testament to the courage of the women in her family (although yes, the fact that it was originally kanna’s is of course also hugely significant). that necklace is a reminder of what her mother gave up to protect her. it is the physical reminder she wears so that she can properly honor her memory every day.

even when she messes up, loses control or makes the wrong call, she is always acting in the name of what she believes is right. injustice shaped her, and her guilt and knowledge that she survived against impossible odds out of pure love wills her to act in the name of love at all times, to reproduce that love and that heroism and that unshakeable courage to do what’s right even when it seems impossible.

katara’s determination and hope is never not sensical, and never not inspirational, but in the eleventh hour of the series, we learn something shocking yet simultaneously unsurprising about the formative trauma that defines her. another layer is added to her grief and her driving motivation. it’s not just that she’s the only one who can carry on her people’s heritage. it’s not just that she is a victim of genocide and demands justice for the perpetrators of these grievous sins. it’s not just that she wants joy, adventure, friendship, strength, and revolution. her mother died for her. katara is only alive because the person she loves most in the world is dead. and she cannot let her death have been in vain.

#okay yeah I’m still thinking about it . so much #and yes again I know I say this all the time #at this point I’m just repeating myself as infinitum #but I SHALL NOT apologize #you will read my katara posts AND YOU WILL READ THEM AGAIN!!!!! #katara #katara&kya #analysis #ughhhhhh #best girl best girl best girl

[mr-merlin]

"What are you up to?"

#bbc merlin #merthur #merlin #arthur pendragon #colin morgan #bradley james #merlinedit #my gifs #mr-merlinedit #2x03 #the look arthur gets at the end #really just all the way through actually #ughhhhhh #and merlin's smiLE #!!!! #pure sunshine #tv #merlin cast #season 2 #babies #the infamous duo #up to shenanigans

[the-shinysnorlax]

Nobody talk to me I’m bawling my eyes out over this issue

#green arrow #roy harper #mia dearden #oliver queen #dc comics #ROY IS BACK. AND MIA #AND OLLIE CALLED ROY HIS SON NOBODY TALK TO ME #UGHHHHHH #literally cryinhgggh

[sirinoya]

scar saying “who cares, really, in the end? i mean, it’s just nothing after this” to pearl after she said she feels bad killing tango is just so, so tragic and so, so ironic because. now scar is the only one who has to live with it, in the end. because he’s the only life series winner who didnt die at the end of his series, whether that be through suicide, game mechanics, or a /kill command by grian. he’s the only person left in a world otherwise filled with ghosts.

#UGHHHHHH #scar says 1 (one) thing and it immediately comes around to bite him in the ass #sirin liveblogs #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #secret life smp spoilers #secret life smp #secret life spoilers #secret life #life series #life series spoilers

[archieyelash]

SHUT UP

#MY GOD #HE IS SO #MY BOY #gran turismo #gran turismo movie #archie madekwe #jann mardenborough #UGHHHHHH #BYE #Archie you are so loved by me

[livingjonas]

#nick jonas #jonas brothers #the tour #x #ughhhhhh

[myfairkatiecat]

Me: I should do this

My ADHD: but it’s such a big deal and you can’t do it well right now or ever so you should put it off forever

Me: what if I just break it up into smaller chunks? There, now I just have to do a smaller thing.

My ADHD: but which one do you start with

Me:

My ADHD: which one

Me:

My ADHD: WHICH ONE

Me:

My ADHD: see? You should clearly put this off forever and finally decide to do it never

Me: good idea

#adhd #I didn’t even realize this was a symptom of adhd for the longest time #I thought I was just a procrastinator #but no I get paralyzed #I literally cannot make myself do it #it’s just too much and making it smaller means I have to choose and then I just don’t know how to tackle it #ughhhhhh #by the way this is 99% about college apps

[gunsatthaphan]

….Bruh 😩😭

#cherry magic #cherry magic Thailand #cherry magic th #ARE YOU FORREAL?????? #what a joke #after all this copyright drama??????? #I can’t #well #kisskh it is then #this is bs #ughhhhhh #also why are they deciding this after 2 episodes aired already???? this is ridiculous #and how is VIU different then?? #fcking hell-.

[napping-sapphic]

Sometimes i wish flirting was as easy as taking a girls face in my hands and telling her i have time for her, that i’ve got time for all her hopes and worries and rants and goals and wants and needs

#wlw #wlw mood #sapphic #sapphism #lesbian #like idk #ive just got so much time and energy to devote to loving someone #but you can’t just SAY that #youve gotta do the flirt and the date and only THEN do you get to show them #but i am BAD at the first two steps🙃 #like pls just let me show i care enough to make time and spend my time on you cause thats all i want to DO if i like you #ughhhhhh #dating is so HARD i wish i could do it #im gay and i like sleeping

[rapselsstuff]

They kissed in the moonlight in episode five after saying you wear fine things well how do you expect me to cope jesus christ

#ofmd #ofmd fanart #gentlebeard #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #stede bonnet #ofmd ed #ughhhhhh #my art