The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge on the Run (2020)

Someone stop this man

y'all ever just see dallon weekes and smash that reblog button?

*added a photo for extra bait hehehe*

Things I Love About Dallon Weekes

-his voice; speaking, it's super smooth and soft, able to lull me to sleep almost. singing, his voice is still smooth, but his volume and projection are just...makes a choir kid such as me super duper happy. he knows what he's doing. also his high notes MMMMM

-when he laughs and his voices gets that adorable little hitch, makes my heart soar

-he's a hypocrite and regularly wears that silvery grey beanie despite the first rule of dallon club

-his eyes that seem to constantly shift between shades of blue; sometimes his eyes are a more tropical blue with hints of green, sometimes they're a really light icy blue

-undying love for his family, it makes me melt every time i see him talk about them

-his smile that could light up the universe

-vIbRaToOoOo, which he doesn't let his voice fall into very often. when he does, though, it's a spiritual experience

-is not afraid to sass the living hell out of you. plus he's tyler joseph levels of sarcastic

-the completely improvised lyric changes or covers thrown in the middle of visitation of the ghost

-he says gay and trans rights

-his talents (drawing, bass playing, y'all know)

-genuine and kind personality which is why i call him a smol bean trapped in a tol bean's body

-how tiny his voice sounds compared to his appearance

-Bird Noise

-his chaotic energy that is legitimately scary at times

-borderline concerning dorkiness

-he a geek. not a nerd, a geek. learn the difference

-legs??? hello, have you seen them???

-giant teddy bear vibe

-floofy hair that looks really soft and i highkey wanna run my hand through it caN I RUN MY HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR JUST ONC-

-his refusal to conform to gender roles/norms

-this face:

-complete and utter devotion to his music

-his love for his fans

-big disaster bi energy

-"don't tell me what to do"

-the pure joy radiating off of him when he's performing

-No Peer Pressure™️

-"adopting" others as his children

-when his hair goes flippy and falls over his face

-the pride he takes in all of his work, whether it was good or bad (spoiler, all of it is good)

-"yeah, i could kill you. and i will."

-he's a Bad Boy who doesn't play by the rules

-how smoothly and softly his face his structured

-his accents, especially british. he claims he can't do them, but his english accent is pretty spot on

-how his tone of voice changes with his instrument (with his bass his tone is deeper while with his ukulele his tone is super light)

like i said in my awsten post, i'd add more but y'all would be scrolling for fifty years

excuse me

that is all

celebs + pride flags

just

Billie Joe

being

Bisexual 💯

I love the GUYLINER

The HELLA MEGA TOUR

Keanu Reeves attends the “John Wick 2” Paris Premiere at Hotel Ritz on February 7, 2017 in Paris, France

Don’t Ignore Me

Type: smut

Request// “Soo I know you have a lot of Brendon requests but I just thought of a prompt that sounded good in my head so hopefully I can get it to make sense here. Reader gets really jealous that Brendon is always hanging out with Zack and gets mad that he never spends time with her and doesn’t get intimate with her anymore so she goes off and realizes how upset she is and makes it up to her by sweet/rough sex. Hopefully that made sense, thank you for your time 😘”

(A/N) *throws this in every face of everyone that keeps requesting Bren*

Warnings: Daddy kink, choking, unprotected sex, cursing, little dirty talk,

Pairing: Brendon Urie x Reader

Word Count: 4.2K

The chatter of the group runs circles around my brain as I clutch onto my cup. Taking a sip of the burning liquid, I search the room for Brendon. My eyes quickly land on a boy with tall, brown hair talking to another, taller man near the stairs. I weave my way through the sea of sweaty bodies before reaching out my hand to take the boy’s.

“Hey, babe.” The boy smiles, planting a kiss on my forehead.

“Hi,” I say quietly.

“Zack and I were just about to go play beer pong, want to join?” He wraps his arm around my shoulder.

I look down at the alcohol in my cup and sigh. “I guess…” The boy smiles, showing off his pearly teeth and all my anxiety seems to flood from my body. I lose myself in his smile, unconscious to the fact that I was smiling right back.

He leads me to the back door and the cool, summer’s night air floods my senses. A collection of laughter erupts from a couple feet away and it snags my attention. Brendon walks me to the nearest table and hands me a ping pong ball. I shake my head, telling him I’d rather not play. He shrugs and flicks the ball toward the pyramid of cups on the other side of the table. My eyes dart around, searching for a safe and comfortable spot to sit. I quickly spot a couch and make my way towards it. I sit down and angle myself so I could get a clear view of Brendon. He’s laughing. I can’t help myself but pull a smile on my face. I observe the way that his shirt sticks to his sweaty body, exposing the imprint of his abs. My head spins, fantasizing about how he looks under his clothes. An aching itch grows in my core and I adjust myself to suppress it.

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Whaaaaat. It is. Too early. I was up too late.

I like this format. Gettin smashed in the face with hotness and then a reaction pic

Me too. This is great.

Dirty little secret

It’s wild smut. It’s tasty, it’s plenty. THIS IS HUNGRY WORK. Also it’s a full version of this KINKtober drabble, so beware it’s really juicy! With dedication for @fanficsrusz​, since she confessed she missed my fics 😈

SUMMARY: John found your vibrator while cleaning the house and he’s a bit jealous of it.

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Tt did i just read?

Word count: 2631

Warnings: BLOOD, CURSING, MATURE CONTENT 18+ 

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The music was beaming loudly throughout the football field. The night had already fallen down, and the powerful lights around the field seemed to gleam differently. You felt light, and even if you could see how cold the air was, you didn't seem to properly feel it. Standing further away from the mass, who cheered and screamed, you scanned a man standing further from everyone as well. A few strands of hair falling over his eyes, his arms folded on his chest. The smirk on his lips was tempting, and your eyes seemed to see him and only him for the moment. 

It felt like it wasn't your first time scanning him. You could feel something was off. Something strange. His soul vibrated differently from everyone else's. His handsome features seemed to pull you in, attracting you towards him. You felt like you knew more of him than what you could see… yet your brain couldn't focus exactly on why you felt like this. For a moment, your eyes were stuck to him, and even the music and the screams seemed to vanish. Even with the amount of people in between him and you, he was the center of your attention. 

You were glad no one noticed you staring at your teacher. Yet you almost surprised yourself wishing he'd actually look at you. 

His deep brown eyes looked different in the lighting of the field. Almost… crimson? You try to focus again on his gaze, wondering what the hell you had just seen. Another flash of red, and your eyes grew wide. His face turned to you immediately, staring into your eyes, the dark red of his eyes now perfectly visible. You gasped and stepped back, looking away immediately. The sudden dizziness, made you frown, but the feeling of his gaze burning into you was much more vivid. Suddenly feeling like a prey and not truly understanding what you just saw, you decided to walk away. Walking away from the field back to the school, you felt watched. Frowning, you pushed away that thought and folded your arms around your chest. You kept walking towards the school, ignoring the constant tickling down your spine that made you shiver. 

A small noise was heard behind you, and suddenly you didn't feel like looking back, your pace quickened and in a few seconds you were running towards the school. You felt silly and at the same time, something told you to don't stop running. Reaching the entrance of the college you ran in, feeling now trapped for some reason. The halls were dark and empty, and you were still feeling weird. You walked further into the school slowly down the pace of your steps, your heels echoing through the halls. 

Your mind wondered back to him. Mr Wick. It was hard not to notice him. He was handsome, careful, nice, yet he had that look… that dominant look that could make you freeze in place. Biting your lip, your thoughts raced back over what you had seen earlier. You couldn't deny a few things about him. He acted weird. There was something that you seemed to be the only one noticing about him. But you still weren't sure of what you had just seen. Could it have been just an illusion? 

You jumped when another noise was heard behind you. Panicking you glanced around noticing a classroom. You dashed for the door, begging for it to be unlocked. To your surprise it wasn't locked. Running inside and closing the door slowly behind you, you finally let out a shaky breath. Were you going insane? Your heart raced, and your breath caught in your throat. The air felt cold suddenly. Your skirt swayed a bit, as if the air was brushed with a gush of wind. You frowned and looked at the windows who were correctly shut. 

"Miss (y/l/n)..."

You spun around yelping at the voice. 

"P-professor wick!" You stuttered. 

Silence fell, and the air grew heavier. His eyes seemed to scan you for a few seconds. You were trying to hide the anxiety that was making you slightly shake but he seemed to see right through you. 

"Miss (y/l/n). I seem to have caught your attention recently." His voice was low and you found yourself blushing softly at his words. You looked down, trying to look at everything but his tempting eyes. 

Oddly enough you froze, as you felt a presence behind you and looked up just to realize he was gone. At least, gone from your sight. You yelped, but didn't feel brave enough to actually move and turn around. The breath right next to your ear only made your heart pound louder. 

"Breath (y/n). You're safe." He whispered. 

You closed your eyes, gasping in shock at what you were feeling. The soft shiver that ran down your spine made you feel hot. His voice was soothing. Calming. Hypnotizing.

"Tell me. Why did you run?" He asked. 

"I got… scared…" you let out in a small voice. 

"Scared of what?" He asked again. 

"I…" you didn't truly know how to answer. "I don't know…"

Silence fell once more. This time it seemed he was thinking. 

"Did you… Tell me, why did you run from the field." 

There it was, the question. Taking a deep breath, you realized it was pointless lying. Maybe he'd think you're silly and laugh at you, but at least, you'd know. 

"I saw your eyes…" you let out, your voice sounding less confident. 

"My eyes?" His voice reached a dark tone, making you swallow. 

"Yes…" you finally spun around, but looked at his shirt more than anything. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt. God damn it, how wasn't he cold? His arms looked so strong and you mentally cursed yourself as you wished you'd know how they'd feel around your body. "They were red." You finally let out in an awkward chuckle. 

You were expecting him to laugh. To smile and joke with you. But you were left with no reaction at all. Feeling yourself grow anxious again, expecting him to be angry, you were ready to apologize for being silly as you looked up. (Y/e/c) eyes met bloody red ones and you froze. Your mind suddenly screaming for you to run, but your body wouldn't move. 

"So you know…" 

His voice was so low, and so deep you weren't sure if you'd heard it exactly out loud or if it echoed in your head. 

"H-how?" You let out. "You're a… vampire?" 

His red eyes kept staring right through your soul and you already knew. You found yourself surprisingly calm. Your hand rose to touch his cheek, and he first flinched before finally allowing your skin to touch his. He wasn't exactly cold, but there was definitely a difference in temperature. You were a bit lost in the redness of his pupils, fascinated more than afraid. He was making you feel trapped yet… safe.

"(Y/n)..." his groan made you fall back to reality. 

You blushed hard, taking back your hand and inhaling sharply, slightly shocked to hear your name on his lips. 

"S-sorry…" you stuttered, stepping back.

His hand however dashed for your wrist, grasping it and pulling you to his body. He seemed slightly lost for a second, as if not truly understanding his own actions. Did he wanted to… bite you? The thought sent a wave of heat through your body. 

"Sir…" you whispered, making him look at you. 

He frowned a bit, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips. His grip tightened slightly on your wrist. 

"Do you want to-"

"Don't say it." He snapped. 

You swallowed hard. You were growing hotter by the second, his body against yours made you want to explore his skin. Would it hurt? Moving without even realizing it, your other hand grabbed your (h/c) hair and pushed it off to one side, clearing the view on your neck. You felt his chest vibrate as he  groaned. 

"You're playing a dangerous game bunny…" 

The pet name made you blush. His voice was threatening, yet you felt somehow possessed, wanting to play a game you knew was dangerous.

"You're offering yourself to me like this…" his husky voice was growing heavier, and you, were growing wetter. 

You don't exactly know how but he knew, he looked at you, a smirk marking his features and showing off fangs that made you melt. Wrapping his strong arms around you, one firmly around your waist keeping you in place, the other letting his hand fist in your hair. His eyes burned slightly more red, as he made you step back, your ass hitting the teacher's desk. Lifting you up as if you were as light as a feather he made you sit on it, your legs wrapping around his waist a bit too fast for your own taste. Watching him lean down to your neck you gasped closing your eyes shut. You felt him plant a soft kiss on your skin, giving you goosebumps. The feeling of his teeth sinking into your neck made you moan, his grip tightening around you. Your own arms wrapped around him, your nails scratching and griping at his shirt. 

You were expecting the pain, even if it wasn't as strong as you thought but the wave of heat that rushed through you was unexpected. You could feel his hardening cock against your core and you weren't thinking straight anymore. He wasn't exactly drinking, at least not really, he was taking a few sips but mostly holding you in place. 

It wasn't helping your growing wetness and the dizziness in your mind was making you crave him in a sinful way. It took one motion of your hips against him to drive him to a dark edge. He moved so fast you didn't exactly understand how. He had pulled away, and the cold air against your breast made you gasp at your now ripped shirt and bra. You felt in a trance, not truly grasping reality, you wondered if it was some vampire trick, but he looked just as deep in as you. His eyes roamed over your exposed breast and you blushed under his inspection. He leant down, letting his tongue touch your nipple. You shut your eyes close at the wave of pleasure that crashed unto you. You were sure something was up, your sensitivity was multiplied and every touch was intoxicating. His hand cupped your other breast while his mouth sucked on one. You moaned, letting your head fall back, your hands getting lost in his hair. 

He smirked against your skin and you could feel his fangs graze over the sensitive bud. You were trying your best to stay quiet. The school was presumably empty at this hour, but just as easily as you had slipped in, anyone else could as well. And this was such… a delicate situation. You closed your eyes, letting the feeling wash over you. His hands caressed your skin, slowly, temptingly slowly down to your hips and thighs. The slowness contrasting with his earlier movements. His fingers left a trail of fire behind and you could feel yourself start to drip. The odd feeling of a drop of blood trailing down your neck making you open your eyes. Planting them into red lustful ones you watched as one of his hands rose to your neck, his thumb collecting the soft drop and then rising back to his lips. 

As soon as he did so, his other hand, that you had forgotten about, softly touched you through your panties. The feeling making you gasp and close your eyes again. The haze you were in barely made you react as he tore the thin fabric that seemed to bother him. Finally getting access to your wetness, his fingers slipping through your folds at an agonizing slow pace.  

"S-sir… please!" You pleaded softly. 

He grinned at you, letting one of his finger slide in, making your head fall back in a moan.

"Don't worry princess. I don't have a lot of patience either tonight..." his deep voice rose. 

Adding another finger, he pumped a few times in and out of you, just enough to prepare you for what was coming. His hands moved to your hips and you barely realized his movements as suddenly you were laying down on the desk, the coldness of the wood against your chest making you gasp. You needed a moment to collect your thoughts on what just happened. He had spun you around as if you were nothing at all. The sound of his belt unbuckling and pants hitting the floor made you bite your lip. His finger met your core one last time, making sure you were wet enough. As if there could be any doubt at all…

His left arm slipped under your body, his hand wrapping  around your neck right under your chin. The other hand placed his cock at your entrance, and then wrapped his arm around your waist. He was perfectly still, his breathing against your ear and barely audible with the pounding of your heart. 

You yelped as you felt him bite you once more, at the exact same spot he previously did this time pain a bit more vivid. With no time to breath at all he entered you slowly, making you moan out loud. You were now entirely sure this was some vampire thing, you had never felt such strong feeling. The slow pace was making you feel wave after wave of pleasure, while never reaching the orgasm you already seemed so close to. He was keeping you in place while slowly drinking your blood. You didn't truly know if your head was spinning from it or from each thrust that was making you moan out loud again and again. 

"F-fuck.." you let out in a breath.

Your cursing only made him quicken his pace. This time keeping your voice down was impossible. The hand on your neck shifted place to your mouth, keeping you as quiet as possible. Yet his pace kept growing faster. The other hand travelled down to your clit, rubbing very lightly. You could feel your orgams right there, yet it never crashed unto you. You couldn't help the tears that started to crowd up in the corner of your eyes. 

"P-please…" you tried to let out, in a mix of moans and sobs. 

You heard him hush you, as gently as possible and then he said it. His voice sounding hoarse. 

"Go on. Cum." He ordered.

You gasped, not able to utter as single word or sound as your orgams finally exploded. You could feel him pound a few more times into you, cumming deep inside you. You tried to get out of the blurr you were currently in. You felt his tongue lick your neck on the spot he bit you before, a harsh burn finally made you fall back into reality. 

"Ouch…" you yelped. 

You heard a soft chuckle behind you. You were still laying over the desk. 

"Was this even real…" you tried to let out, your voice just as hoarse. 

You could feel yourself black out when his words hit you. 

"No."

You were shaken awake by the sudden feeling. Your heart pounding in your chest. 

"Hey, hey… are you alright princess?" 

You glanced at the voice you knew well by now. 

"J-john… yes… just a dream." You smiled at him as he leant down to kiss you. 

"I want to know all about it… I heard you moan." He whispered, a smirk on his lips. 

You smiled up at him, a devilish look on your features.

"Let's just say I got an idea of what I want you to be for Halloween…" 

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