#;; thanks for these bb!!

[hanase]

I suspect everyone is going to draw (and rightfully so), amazing images of them being in love. It's what they deserve! So as a token of my appreciation to everything I love about these two, I am finishing the event with them having fun and being competitive and "fighting" and being just happy with each other. I am sure Katsuya is always thrilled to help Seto have fun and feel ok doing silly things and I am also sure Seto is grateful to be able to smile with him, fully aware of how he can enjoy himself and be loved because he deserves to be happy and have fun spontaneous moments with someone he knows will always try again, be there, no matter what.

[zu-is-here]

did you know that i love your interpretation of dustberry. like with all my heart. along with your various aus (especially rock band). but your version of dustberry takes the cake.

(´；ω；`)♡

[trashyshrew]

would love to see beyond birthday napping or relaxing or something! i don’t think i’ve seen your take on him before

thanks! hope the above is acceptable!

[vakariaan]

♫ it's in his kiss ♫

[maximura]

[uhohdad]

Your loser König kills me in the absolute best way possible, any more drabbles/horny masterpieces you manage to produce will be received like a refreshing rain on the Sahara <3

(18+)

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König purposely sneaking up and standing too close to you so you’ll bump into him when you turn around. An excuse to touch you with the added bonus of getting to watch you look up at him with those apologetic, soft eyes as you chime in the tune of sorry.

König getting high on your compliments, no matter how mundane. He hasn’t heard praise in years, your words replay in his head for the rest of the day, putting a burn on his cheeks and a cozy warmth in his chest.

König putting way too much effort into tracking down your scent of shampoo, lotion, perfume - whatever scent it is that makes his eyes lull and cock stand at attention whenever he breaths you in.

König sneaking a picture of you to take home with him, to stare at your pretty face through his half-lidded eyes, admiring the bunch of your cheeks and your genuine smile in a perfect moment forever frozen in time.

König using your misplaced hair tie as a cock ring, rutting into his hand at the thought of you until he soaks the elastic in his intense finish, every muscle tense and twitching as he chokes on your name <3

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[a-romantics-guide-to-life]

𝜗𝜚₊˚⊹ ᡣ𐭩 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓱𝓮’𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝔂 ᡣ𐭩 ⊹˚₊𝜗𝜚

young politician coryo snow x wife fem reader

tags: softie coryo, coryo prioritizing work, babying, domestic fluff, loser coryo if you squint, coryo is very much motivated by different things aka canon divergence

our poll winner fic!! have had this in my drafts for so long here it is finally! hope you enjoy!

It was no question that Coriolanus was smart, calculating, and hard working. He worked hard to fundraise, worked hard to snag the presidential campaign, worked hard at the University which he attended with the support of the Plinths, and he worked hard to stretch his money (and subsequently his limits).

And he worked hard to please you.

He knew you disliked eating all alone. So, Coriolanus made sure to be home by seven o’clock on the dot every night to help you cook dinner. You always loved the hominess of it and so he made sure to schedule meetings for after dinner and turned down any and all calls (unless the country was burning down of course).

Coriolanus also made sure to always be in bed with you by 9 o’clock. He’d shower and drape his robe on before laying right next to where you sat on your shared bed, usually a book in hand. On special nights, ones where Coriolanus swears he would drop everything and leave the country from the horridness of it all, he’d kiss you extra gently, laying his curly head at the top of your belly. Sometimes, tears would cascade down his face as you swear to kill the entire of Panem for him. You’d kiss his head, running your fingers through his curls as Coriolanus would weep softly against your thighs.

You always made sure to treat him extra nicely the next day, even canceling his meetings in the morning just so he could rest and get away from it all.

“Mmmmm, darling.”

Coryo nuzzled his face further into you, his curls tickling your neck. The sun was up, its rays seeping into your dark bedroom. His hand entwined in yours, playing lightly with the precious red diamond ring on your finger.

You chuckle, kissing his head softly eliciting a groan from him. He lifts his head, pressing his mouth to yours. Soft lips meet your own as your hands run through his curls.

A loud ring breaks you two apart, Corio’s head falling forward to meet yours. His hands go to your hips as he groans, this one a different shade of agony, and gets up to pick it up. 

You knew he wouldn’t pick up at night but morning was free territory for other greedy politicians and staff members to steal Coriolanus’ few minutes in heaven with you.

He stared outside the window, his once ocean blue eyes turning icy as his jaw locked. Your eyebrows crease in worry as you stand up walking over to where he silently nodded along to what the person on the line said. You approached him silently, wrapping your arms around his stiff body. He looked to you, his eyes softening before his free arm wrapped itself around your body. Coryo presses a kiss to your hairline before taking the phone and walking to his dresser, his voice tense as he responds to whatever the person on the line said. 

He nearly yells into the phone for calling him over an ‘emergency funding meeting’ about his ‘campaign’. Coryo was no fool, he knew exactly what they wanted from him. Money. And he hated how you looked up at him all softly even knowing he was about to leave you yet again for the entire day. He hated how his chest constricted after you wrapped yourself around him to relieve his stress.

But, that wasn’t enough to get him to not put on his blood red suit, comb his curls into a neater style, and go to his office where his team called him. If he wanted to take over Panem and milk it for all it’s got to make you feel safe and secure, he had to go.

He may even have to break his promise with you, his darling gem.

And you knew that. In the nearly twenty-four hours that Coriolanus is gone, you knew that all he was doing was for all who he had lost along the way. His politician father whose name he wanted to live up to, his dear mother who he wanted to honor by taking care of you, his beloved wife. His Grandma’am who he wanted to honor by bringing her country back to its former glory, and most of all, yours and Coryo’s fallen friend Sejanus who Coryo wanted to honor by seizing control of all of Panem and lessening the burden of the Districts. 

So, even as you sat all by yourself eating a dinner prepared in utter silence, you worried about Coryo. What he was doing, had he had dinner yet? Had he had any food in the last five-six hours? Had he been working restlessly to resolve whatever issues arose in the two hours he had spent with you?

You continued on with your routine, cleaning every dirty dish in the sink. Cleaning your room and organizing Coryo’s desk all before sitting down and opening your book.

Although, you couldn’t read a single word. Your mind kept torturing you. You knew Coriolanus was passionate and driven, so much so that once he has his mind set on something he’ll forget everything else.

So you shook your head as you placed your book back onto your nightstand, a delicate red ribbon bookmark gifted to you by Coriolanus sticking out of the page you had last read. Memories of Coriolanus’ soft yet powerful voice reading the page to you while you lay in between his arms and legs play in your mind as your body grows cold from the missing heat of your husband behind you. 

You pull your legs to your chest, hoping the movement would warm you up until the sound of your creaky front door opening. You turn to face Coryo’s side, it couldn’t be Coryo. He would stay at his office instead of coming home this late.

The sound of feet moving closer to your bedroom had you standing up and running to the door. The familiar tug pulls you to open the door and immediately run into familiar arms.

Coryo stumbles a little from the force of you running to hug him. His eyes water at the sight of you, your cheek pressed firmly against this wrinkled shirt, the steady fall of tears slowly cascading from your eyes. His arms wrap around you, his nose pressing firmly into your strawberry scented hair. He loved the smell of you, the hominess and realness of it. He despised the other Capitol girls with their complicated scents which matched their equally vapid personalities.

You two stood in the hallways for moments, reveling in the time spent together. You look up at Coryo’s hydrangea eyes, pressing up onto your toes before kissing your husband like it was the first time again. His eyes closed at the feel of your warm velvety lips against his own chapped and dry ones. He had developed the nasty habit of biting on his lip when he was a peacekeeper which only ever seemed to come back whenever faced with mountain tons of stress that could make his snow blond hair whiter.

He started pushing you back into your warmly lit room, the lights turned down Coryo noted. Must’ve meant that you were just about to sleep. He left your lips to take off his shirt, your eyebrows raising at the indication. You had started to unbutton your nightgown when he pressed his palm into your hands.

“Darling, I have no intention of making love to you, yet. I fear I am just too tired and would rather we just sleep.”

You look at him, noticing how his face is sunken and how murky his eyes had become. You quickly nod, kissing Coryo’s cheek as you told him to take off his clothes so he could change, and walk to the closet to toss him something to wear to sleep. He thanks you before swiftly taking his suit off, climbing underneath the covers, and sliding to his spot right next to you. His arms wrap around your middle, pulling you closer to him.

His nose presses into your hair, soft snores following shortly after. You smile, wrapping your own arm around his which squeezed you just a little closer to him.

In the morning, Coryo couldn’t help but get up early. He still had so much to do after the shit that went down two days ago. One thing leads to another and before Coryo knows it, his entire campaign is falling apart, only held together by his unwavering conviction and ambition.

Coryo longed for nothing more than to stay in bed with you.

When you woke up, the sun was high in the sky while the space next to you was long vacant. You got up, stretching a bit before setting out to find Coryo. You wrap yourself in smooth silks and heavy velvets as you trek through the house, peeking into every room looking for your blonde husband.

Your feet start to ache at the cold flooring your feet walked on as you continue your grand search for the future president of Panem. Finally, you open the creaky door of Coryo’s office finding the curly man slumped over his desk. You smile at the boyish look Coryo has on his face, his eyes closed in peace as drool slightly escapes his upturned lips. You laugh as he whines and laughs in his sleep, his head falling further into his hand.

Your hands rise to cradle his face, using a pillow you took from the couch in the room, to catch his face. You kiss his forehead, closing the curtains behind him. You also organize the papers that were in his hands, capping his favorite fountain pen. You close the door softly behind you as you get ready to prepare some ford for Coryo when he wakes.

And when Coryo does wake, the first thing he notices is that his back hurts. In fact, how had he fallen asleep in his office?  How had he gotten there? He stands, stretching his arms high above him, walking to open his curtains for the bright sun to flood the dark mahogany room.

“Oh, you’re awake darling.” You exclaim, walking to the coffee table to set down the tray in your hands.

“Mmm, how long have I been asleep, again.” Coryo smiles, walking to the couch, returning the pillow ushering you to take a seat next to him. As soon as you do, he leans in and kisses your soft cheek. 

“Only two hours but I have a feeling you could use some more sleep.” 

You arrange the tray, setting Coryo’s favorite coffee next to him, his favorite fruits and sweets on the table for him to choose from. 

“What's all this for baby?”

“You silly.” You turn to Coryo, bringing your hand to his cheek, “I know you’ve been busy and stressed so I’ve taken the liberty of cancelling all your calls and meetings no matter the emergency because you’re sick.”

He softens at the gesture, hugging you. You smile into the embrace, kissing his neck softly. He chuckles, tightening his arms around you further.

“Thank you so much, I need this my love.” He rests his head on your own.

“Don’t even think of it darling, I love you and wanna take care of you. Besides I have all the relaxation covered, by the end of this day you’ll be one with our bed.”

“Of that, I have no doubt love.”

You smile back at him, tackling him in a bear hug.

[sandiegokpop]

Kihyun's Instagram post

[circadianrhythmofthekiller]

BB dressed as Hatsune Miku

day 63 - miku

[bunnithechubs]

Episode 9 pt 2 - Second Elimination

Unfortunately the time has come again for two more contestants to go home. The six sims brought to the elimination were determined by number of points earned through challenges and friendship/relationship scores. In no particular order those sims were:

Adriel Nunez by @simsmoonie

Blaze Viper by @aniraklova

Darius King by @rasoyas

Jamison Peck by @squeezesublime

Jain Cooley by @invisiblequeen

Luca Palladio by @costalcowplant

The tops of this week were: Adriel and Darius. Are we surprised? Our girl adores them both. Adriel sort of took a back seat this week but still managed to beat everyone else in house one. Whereas Darius… we all know why he’s here. Penny is still hoping he says something about her confession but he’s keeping her on her toes. He likes seeing her nervous.

Jamison ended up being safe this week. He made a lot of progress from last week but if he wants to stay in this competition he’s gotta do better. Hopefully he takes that to heart for next week or else he might find himself in the bottom.

By a surprise, Blaze was also considered safe this week. Penny debated eliminating him but she thought about giving him once last chance. Hopefully he doesn’t blow it next week!

That brings us to the eliminated contestants- Jain and Luca. Penny had the lowest scores with each of those sims across both houses. Luca really dug himself a ditch by rejecting all her flirty interactions and Jain just couldn’t stand out from all the men. They were great guys and I loved having them in the competition. Penny hopes they find love out there!

You didn’t think that was the end did you? Raiden decided to say 🖕production and went out to confront Penny about the gym situation. Penny was surprised that he did that and low key she found it super attractive. The two of them hatched it out (somewhat) but unfortunately production didn’t get to film it in time. Just know that Penny was being a MAJOR brat about it all.

Annnnnnd that’s what you missed on GLEE!!

[padmesbox]

Hangman Page birthday week → Day one: R.I.P. Being The Elite (fave bits)

[lexiesdoodles]

Start the next chapter of Pokemon Scarlet and Violet with the Blueberry League in the Indigo Disk !

[fatuismooches]

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 ♡

Prime Dottore: The original one who has seen and experienced it all. All the segments must answer to him. His ultimate goal besides having humanity surpass the Gods is curing his beloved.

Segment 01 - Alpha: Dottore's grumpy segment from his days in the Akademiya. The Outcast does not need friends or socialization, preferring to spend his time alone, but that feeling quickly dies down once he meets the person who changed the course of his life again. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment first was because he missed the days he once spent as a student with his sweetheart, but he'd never admit that to himself.

Segment 02 - Beta: Dottore's young and eccentric segment from his early days as a Harbinger. He can be easily irritated and impatient when it comes to working with others, but he has gained much personality due to a superb working space as well as meeting many other like-minded people, a stark difference considering he was merely an exiled student not too long ago. However, in Beta's free time, he solemnly works on yet another new gadget for his dearest to play with, adding it to one of the numerous boxes. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was because his expertise in machinery was too important to let go of.

Segment 04 - Delta: Dottore's serious and stern segment who frightens many agents solely due to his demeanor. Despite his somberness, this segment does not snap or raise his voice at others. His lack of attachment and emotion is a result of his growing loss, and simply a prelude to what's to come as things only continue to spiral. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was because of the many perfect traits an experimenter should have, despite the ways it was obtained.

Segment 06 - Zeta: Dottore's regretful segment that loathes his failure. He despises his shortcomings for being unable to prevent his dearest from centuries of suffering. Picked straight from the time when the original's loss hit him the hardest, it feels almost cruel to make this segment continuously live with such vivid, horrid memories. However, unlike all those years ago, Zeta now has a sweet voice to fill the void of unbearable silence. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was to have someone solely dedicated to working on medicines and cures, and perhaps... an uncomfortable reminder of what could be his reality if he can't save his lover.

Segment 10 - Zandy: Dottore's child segment from when he was just a boy. He is as innocent, carefree, and curious about the world just as any child would be, perhaps a bit too curious for others' liking. Although he boasts a cheerful attitude, he struggles to keep it up for certain reasons. However, Zandy continues to smile as he hasn't lost hope... yet - but the inevitable will happen one day. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was an interest in a child's perspective, but the only way he can understand it is with his darling's help.

Segment 18 - Sigma: Dottore's unusually kind segment that still retains certain unsavory qualities. He seems to be all smiles, and his softer voice tends to throw unprepared agents for a loop, but that calm smile can be turned into one of doom. Pinning down the time period Sigma is from is difficult, considering the existence of a segment like this just seems... wrong, but a good guess would be once he made his biggest step in surpassing the Gods, the pleasure and confidence from such blasphemy coursing through him. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was the understanding that a gentler demeanor was useful in dealing with certain personalities instead of his other selves.

Segment 21 - Phi: Dottore's female segment and an early prototype of Omega. Her existence is confusing but then again the idea of "segments" already breaks the rules of the world, so it's best not to question it. She is teasing and similarly selfish, though she hasn't quite reached the state the latest segment has, and she has three gleaming red gems instead. Therefore, Phi must be from a time when the original was reaching his limit with what the world has handed a special someone. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was to push the limits of what he could do once again and satisfy his curiosity.

Segment 24 - Omega: Dottore's selfish segment that has the highest authority after Prime himself, consequently outcasting himself from his other selves. Being the most selfish of them all, it can be assumed that Omega was plucked from a time when the original grew the most fed up with this world. His aura of arrogance and absolute confidence make it nigh impossible for anyone to read him, but finally being able to meet a certain someone has given him a chance to encounter a previously unachievable possibility. The reason why Prime chose to create this segment was simply the desire for another perspective, as well as needing another useful pair of hands.

[maximura]

[tonycries]

hell yea put the jjk boys in place (tony your writing makes me bark for more more more pls)

[xinyuehui]

The song captures the grand ambitions and serene spirit of a scholar. ⸺