#[ hi how was your day? || ic ]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[al-luviec]

I got so insanely mad while drawing this

+ closeup and normalness

[raddest-laddest]

ok. someone’s gonna have to come get my dad or i’m gonna tweak.

[syrips]

'strahd's scary'

'strahd's evil'

yea ok but hear me out.

imagine if. if he let you hug him.

[coollyinterferes]

The unmistakable sound of footsteps approaching begins to fill the air. Whoever is coming seems to have brought some company along…

They are getting closer… and closer… and closer…

…and closer…

……until..................

"Goooooood evenin'!!" Comes the loud greeting from a certain blond man. A big smile on his face and all.

"We beg your pardon for our prolonged absence. It was completely beyond our control..." Then adds the gentleman standing by his side, apologizing on behalf of both, offering a genuine smile along with the apology.

"...BUT! We're back!" And hopefully for good this time…

[softquietsteadylove]

hi! my prompt is just this tweet:

“men moaning” and it’s just heavy breaths once in a while like don’t pmo and don’t hmu unless it’s whiny whimpery and loud and sloppy and sensitive and on the verge of tears and talkative and begging”

but it’s gilgamesh. because that is him 🙈

"Darling, I'm-" Thena paused amidst placing her purse down in the foyer. Gil was already home, only having done a half day at work. Doctor's orders, and everything; not that he wasn't recovering nicely from the shooting. "Home."

The moaning was coming from their bedroom. Her bedroom, she reminded herself. They weren't married, he still had a flat of his own to maintain. Sometimes she even would even wonder if he ever did change those gaudy silk sheets.

He should moan more often, she thought to herself as she walked down the hall. He sounded good like this. She licked her lips, pressure growing between her legs. It had been a while.

Gil's physiotherapy was going well, but they had gently advised that he keep his physical exertion minimal for now. No heavy lifting, no prolonged strain to his muscles. No sex.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he groaned as loudly as he wanted.

She bit her lip, a wicked grin coming over her. It was nice to think that whatever fantastical visions were running through his mind, she was still at the centre of them. His obsession with her was flattering, and she was happy to feed it.

"There you are."

Gilgamesh whimpered, sitting up in bed, holding himself with a tissue over it. He knew better than to make a mess of the bed (unless she was involved in the mess). "Thena!"

She couldn't help it. He just looked so helpless, sitting there with his hands around himself, caught like a naughty little deviant. She glided from the door to his side of the bed. He tried to shrink away but she put her hand on his chest, pushing him back against the headboard so she could kiss him.

He sighed into it.

"Miss me?" she breathed directly into his wanting mouth. Her hand drifted down his chest, over his nipple and down his flank. He flinched. "Exerting yourself?"

He groaned faintly, positively in pain from stopping so close to his own release. "Man's got needs, Princess."

"Tell me," she purred, tracing her finger down the fine lines of his muscles. She dragged her lips from his cheek down his neck.

He moaned, still letting himself be more vocal about it. Perhaps it was because he was usually intent on listening to the noises she made, but hearing him score his own ecstasy had a distinct charm.

"Wh-What can I say, Ice," he panted as she slid her hands down until she could uncover what he was trying to keep hidden from her. "Laid down to have a nap, woke up halfway there after a very steamy dream."

She tilted her head at him, in a way he said he found cute. She pursed her lips, "was I in this dream?"

His eyes were molten, glaring at her as she teased the base of his cock while still neglecting to touch it directly. "You know you were."

She leaned into him again, pressing her breasts to his chest, dragging her teeth over his ear. "What was I doing to the poor Tyrant King?"

He flinched as she finally touched him, only to tease just his tip. The pad of her finger circled just his opening, the red of his glans burning both of them in the process. "You, me, your office couch. Good - fuck! - old fashioned shit."

"Hm," Thena looked at her poor Tyrant King properly. She didn't usually have the opportunity to tease him for prolonged periods of time. At least, not anymore. "Lean back."

"Huh?" he blinked, and less did what she said and more let her shove him up against the headboard again. "Princess are--oh, fuck."

"Hm," she purred again, leaning up on her knees to more or less seat herself on his face. He eagerly grasped her thighs to pull her to his mouth, lapping her up like a parched man in a rainstorm. "Gil!"

He moaned against her, his tongue moving so frantically it was uncoordinated at best. But he still knew where she wanted him, how to illicit sounds of satisfaction from her. He was willing to let himself endure a little longer for the privilege of her flesh.

Thena gripped the headboard, riding his mouth, rolling her hips against him. It had been too long. She was the one strictly keeping him adhered to the schedules given by doctors and physiotherapists and anyone else.

He had whined to her about how they could fool around at least a little, right? But she had resisted, for the sake of his recovery. They were both adults. They could satisfy their own needs for a little longer.

How weak a woman she was. Thena let her head drop back, tilting to the side, her hair cascading down over her back as she pushed herself into him more. She gasped as he focused on her clit. "Good boy."

They both moaned. He loved being called that, and she loved having that power over him. She was sure his cock was positively weeping by now.

"That's it, that's it," she encouraged. She let go of the headboard with only one hand, making sure she wouldn't fall back and crush a certain part of him she still needed (desperately). Her free hand ran through his hair, making a proper mess of it. "Right there!"

Gil drank up her orgasm, making a loud show of his delight. He gripped her to him as she rode it out, pulling her pelvis so forward he could grasp a nice, meaty handful of her backside.

She squeezed his shoulder, urging him to let her pull herself away. His tongue got in one last flick as they parted ways. She sank down on his lap, her legs trembling from holding herself up and at such an angle. She purred against his chest. She had missed that; perhaps he was right, a little exertion was fine in the right positions.

"You good, Princess?" he asked, peppering kisses all along her cheek and neck.

"Hm," she smiled, hardly finished. She lifted herself from him, dispensing with her clothing completely. She turned back to the matter at hand. "I suppose you deserve a reward for being such a good boy."

Gilgamesh moaned more loudly and wholly than he ever had before. The spacious and private luxury of her home suited him. He sank into her pillows again, completely unable to do anything but put his hands on her hips. "Fuck!"

Thena took him into her mouth. She didn't often; she wouldn't even say she did it on any particular occasion. But the throbbing of it begged for relief, and every once in a while, she was inclined to have some mercy on her precious Tyrant King.

"Oh, fuck, Thena, you're-!" he whimpered, his hips lifting into her mouth as she would allow, which wasn't much. She had him pinned to the bed, allowing him the enjoyment of her mouth on him, while his eyes could enjoy the view of her unhindered.

"Hm," she hummed, letting it ripple through him. He let out a charming string of 'ah, ah, ah!', in a deliciously pathetic voice. She could feel how taut his balls were, the skin of his cock burning against her lips. She pressed her tongue to him, as much as the girth of him would allow. Her mouth left him with a distinct pop!.

"Thena!" Gilgamesh wailed, his hips flinching as he shot up like a fountain. His stamina for a man his age was a pleasant thing for her.

Thena allowed him to splatter a little on the sheets, only because the bulk of the mess was all over his skin. She swiped some up and popped it into her mouth as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Satisfied?"

He was panting like they had been at it for hours. His impetuous gaze returned, a few layers under his deep relief. His arms were akimbo on the pillows, halfway between lying down and propped up. He gulped, "not even close."

That was what she liked to hear. But she did need him to breathe. She lifted herself off him, giving him another eyeful (just this once). But she turned and pressed her lips to his in a comparatively sweet way. "Take a minute."

He watched as she reached for more tissues, swiping up the cum of his she wouldn't be licking up with her tongue. "You givin' me the sponge baths, now?"

She glared at him for bringing it up. His mirthful grin told her he really was far from through. She gripped him at the base, a little tighter than necessary. He grunted.

"Okay, okay, I take it back," he whimpered as she all but wrung him in her hand. But he knew she liked having him at her mercy. He tried to sit up properly again, but her pillows were too plush, and the way she had him in hand made his pelvis try to come up and ease her grip.

Thena let go of him, at least enough that he wasn't writhing in borderline agony. She liked him writhing in other ways. She released him. There was a time when she didn't feel the need to feast upon him with her eyes; the monstrosity between his legs didn't need that much attention.

But she had to admit, as far as manhoods went, she found his by far the most pleasant to lay her eyes upon in a passive state. Gilgamesh cleared his throat to call her attention. He wasn't without some self-consciousness, after all.

He happily accepted another kiss from her. But he pouted as she made it clear they were not at the cuddling portion of their activities yet.

She pressed her fingers to his lips, her eyes dashing down. "Erect it for me again."

He blushed. "I know you don't consider yourself a romantic, Princess, but it's not like I can-"

She reached behind her, offering a hand to what she was quite sure he didn't actually need help with. "What was that dream you were telling me about?"

He groaned, really thrusting himself into her touch more than anything. "Cuddled up in your office, like the good old days. You were on top. You look so fucking good on top."

Thena finally moved her palm against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. For all his protest, he was once again completely hard to the touch. This would do. "Go on."

Gilgamesh's mouth dropped open as she lifted herself, only so she could lower herself down onto his cock. He watched eagerly as she pulled her own lips to nestle his tip into position. He wheezed, his stomach tightening, "come on, Princess, please."

"Please, what?" she asked in her most innocent voice. She wiggled her hips a little, making sure he could get a taste of her witness before he was even inside of her.

"Please," he groaned again, digging his head into the pillows behind him. "Please, Princess, please fuck me."

"Good, Tyrant King," she purred, finally sinking herself onto him. She let herself moan with her own pleasure. It had been far too long, actually. She sank down on him until they were hip to hip, and she could feel him filling her in the way she so needed. "That's it."

Gil groaned up to her ceiling with everything in him. She didn't mind if he wanted to be louder than usual. She liked the sound of him whimpering like a dog for a treat. "Fuck, Thena, I love you."

She smiled to herself. She knew just how deeply he meant it. But she was having maybe a little too much fun. She leaned forward to kiss him. "That's what all men say when they're balls deep in it."

Gil moaned, although it became more of a whimper as she started bouncing on him. He liked her on top, he liked drinking up the sight of her body, her breasts bouncing. And while being on top had been about control for her, she conceded that somewhere along the line, she felt as beautiful as he said she was in his eyes. She felt like a goddess, poised on top of her personally selected lover.

He belonged to her, and she would prove it by any means necessary.

Thena leaned forward, still moving her hips against his but luxuriating in the heat of his bare chest. She let him wrap his arms around her as their lips met. It was a hungry, sloppy kiss. He was closer than she was, and she wanted to wring him dry. She wanted him crying and begging and pleading for her. She grit her teeth as his hair dragged over her clit.

"Fuck, Thena, hon, I"m two seconds-" he panted, his voice becoming tight and squeezed. She could tell he was holding himself back. Her poor Tyrant King, being tormented by his lover.

"Beg for it," she ordered, her own panting joining his, but - for once - she was the quieter of the two of them. She rolled her hips, which allowed her to deny him friction as well as drag his ridge along her own walls.

"Please, baby, please please please," he whined for her, like such a good boy. His hips tried to move of their own accord, but hers were stronger, keeping him pinned to her bed--their bed. "Fuck, I'm so fucking close. Please, let me come in that sweet pussy."

"Hm," she pursed her lips, pretending to think it over. She held completely still, a test of willpower for the both of them. But she felt him pulse within her and had some mercy on her sweet lover.

"Thena!" Gil groaned up to the heavens as she slapped their hips together, reaching behind her to squeeze his balls. It broke the dam, and he shot into her with fervor.

She purred as she too came, her hips grinding against his, joined together like an axis but leaning back in her enjoyment. She dug her nails into the mattress between his legs. She was not the only one left vulnerable when they bedded each other, and she did appreciate the trust he put in her considering.

Gil panted, sounding like he couldn't catch his breath. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and their fluids were dripping out of her and onto the bed. "Fuck!"

She smiled, although she began laughing too. Her satisfaction also rang through her whole body. It had been much too long she had been subsisting on quick shower-head orgasms or the use of an object here or there. She shouldn't have denied her Tyrant - or herself - in such a way.

Gil moaned against her lips, trying to kiss her as hard and long as he could. His fingers tangled in her hair, although he didn't have the strength to hold himself up with one arm.

Thena ran her eyes over him (what a feast). "You're trembling."

He hacked out a laugh, his chest still heaving for air. "Guess I haven't been working out, huh?"

She smoothed her touch over it, though. All her teasing and fun aside, she looked closely for signs of pain or weakness in him. All the satisfaction in the world wouldn't be worth upsetting his progress.

"Hey." He captured her investigative hand for himself, bringing it up to kiss it. "You okay?"

She shook her head, leaning into another kiss. Softer and sweeter this time, more like the kiss she had expected upon arriving home. "Are you?"

The look he gave her assured her she needn't worry. Having his needs satisfied by more than his own hand had made him hungry again. "I'm more than okay, Princess. Would you care to...check again, though?"

She rolled her eyes at him, because there he was--her Tyrant King. She pushed him down by the chest as she rose off him. She twisted around the long way, just to give him one more, teasing eyeful of her. This was also a rare treat, just for him.

He groaned at just the sight of it.

She swung her hips on the way to the adjoining bathroom. "We both need a wash, after that."

Gil practically threw off the sheets to join her.

[robertphilip]

I feel like Robert and Giselle hardly, if ever, argue but if they do, they’re definitely the type of people who refuse go to bed angry at each other. They refuse to fall asleep until whatever problems they’re having are 100% resolved because they both really hate fighting, and the thought of going to bed angry just doesn’t feel right.

I also think they’re still really affectionate with each other, even if they’re maybe giving each other the silent treatment. Giselle will still slip her hand into his, and link their fingers together, despite the fact that he’s driven her crazy. Robert will still rest his palm on her lower back, and kiss her temple, even if she’s given him a headache. The love simply never goes away, even when they’re refusing to speak to one another.

and I also feel like the way they approach ending the silent treatment is different. Giselle is definitely better with her words, and I think she’ll just flat out say, “I’m ready to talk to you now.” But Robert, he’s an action man. I think he’ll excuse himself and make a bowl of ice cream, but purposely pick her favorite flavor, and cover it with her favorite sprinkles, and maybe some strawberry syrup. He’ll then return, take maybe one or two bites, then say, “Do you want the rest?” and Giselle, maybe she’s still not talking to him, but she nods, and slowly takes it anyway. She then sees it’s her all her favorites, maybe melts a little bit, and they finally start talking through whatever issues they’re having.

[ratatatastic]

the rituals are intricate

florida panthers @ new york islanders | 10.26.24 (x)

[jrueships]

If Alpey and Jaba got ice cream together, which flavours do you think they’d choose? 🤔🍨🍨

From the way Jabari acts, some people would mistake him to be a pretty boring guy when it comes to tastes in food. He's a creature of comfort who, if uncomfortable, will battle and yell with all the ferocity of a territorial lemming to regain it. However, some people tend to oversee that comfort and luxury can come hand in hand. Jabari is not the man who will play it safe, he will squint at the ice cream's menu and carefully select one of the most obscure options ever after conducting some serious research either beforehand or during the process. This research includes asking the employees what they think of the dessert. Even if there's a line of hungry kids and their late to work parents waiting behind him, Jabari will hush the ground so he can calculate All the options to come to a stable conclusion that Yes, this Is, in fact, The Best choice of item to spend my money on. He probably likes combinations, like an upside down banana split or something odd like that. If he's buying ice cream at a place that's stabilized itself by making good ice cream, it can't just be any ice cream he can just buy at a store then. It has to be THEIR SPECIAL ice cream. He's here for luxury and specifics, whatever the ice cream store says they can do the best, like, actually do in terms of making it, sprucing it up with syrups and fruits, and decorating it all nice and different, mixing it, etc, he'll buy it. I feel like he'd be one of those people that buys those really fancy overloaded ice cream shakes where there's like syrup or crumbs decorating the outside of the cup like sugar on an alcoholic beverage and there's a brownie bar on top for extra extra appearance appeal.

Meanwhile, alpey just wants some Dondurma, which is a Turkish ice cream notable for its hard texture and melt resistance, so he brings his own special knife and fork sets, one for him, one for jaba so they can cut into their ice cream bricks :] !! He's fond of the sweeter flavors, but they can't be artifical. ... sadly, there is no delicious Dondurma, and the ice cream just melts and slips between the slits of his special fork with much despair and pity. His ice cream lacks the sweetness and realness he desires, and they have no honey !!!! It's not stretchy or chewy at all! the texture is almost nothing !!!

It's okay, though, because Jabari orders him something special off the menu, an ornate mixture of various fruits and syrups and decorative pizzazz that they both end up using their forks to eat it. The creature of luxury cannot stand to see his fellow critter in need lack his own creaturely comforts. Before Jabari orders Alpey a new unique ice cream, he coaxes (demands) alpey to try a spoo-forkful of the carefully considered dessert of Jabari's choosing. Once he can tell Alpey likes Jabari's ice cream more than the simple and safe one he chose, Jabari buys Alpey something similar but with more sweetness. Cue another hour long research session that makes the poor teenagers groan as they watch their line grow longer and longer behind the happy couple(?) clinging onto their weird little forks instead of spoons.

[dcggersedge]

[ PROTEST ]: after the receiver does or says something that the sender deems to be unfair, the sender tries to exact justice by saying "hey!"

Standard fare from beginning to end. For a scary movie enthusiast like Rafal, banal and cliché and a thousand times done before. Masked killer chases scantily clad beauty down the seemingly endless hallway, her towel hung up by miraculous feat and a prayer. She tries her hand at opening a door. It's locked and no-one answers. Likewise, no-one is there to hear her terrified screams as the heavy footsteps of her to-be murderer thud closer.

Roaring chainsaw rises overhead like a beastly maw, poised to shred tender skin to grisly smithereens—and she's in two halves. Cool.

"Humph. She died so easily. Chainsaw or not, at least put up a fight. If it were me, I'd wrestle control of the weapon. I'd handle it. Nothing a kick to the balls can't help with, either. I suppose you can't expect much fro—hey!"

Rafal frowned at the warm weight of Yunaka brushing up against his arm. An act of warning, he initially thought. He's been told sometimes he's not the best person to watch movies with. Something about being too mouthy, too much of a complainer and a critic for the brainless popcorn flicks. He wasn't so sure this was about that.

Puzzled eyes peered at her, then lit up with a spark of interest. Light bulb. He brushed a piece of hair away from her face to look at her better, every inch of that expression just for Rafal to parse. Scared? Disinterested? Fired up? Whatever the case: "If you're not into the movie," his thumb pressed down on the bone of her cheek, just resting there. "—we can do something else."

Like movie, like watchers, this too was another form of cliché, wasn't it?

hey hey | accepting!

She knows what to expect at this point, but the way Rafal immediately falls into griping about the movie before it even has a chance makes her grin to herself all the same. She'd already known going in that the movie wasn't going to be anything impressive though, so she'd anticipated this early.

When he bitches about the plot, she nods along. When he starts criticizing the cheap use of gore to replace real tension, she hums in agreement even as she grimaces uncomfortably at the sight. And when he starts talking about how he'd handle it, she moves the bowl of popcorn onto the table and out of the way before it can get accidentally knocked over.

It's all clichés, after all. She knows what's coming next.

She doesn't stop herself from audibly snorting in response to his offer. "You are SO corny." Her impression of him is lacking. She just can't get her voice to go as deep as his does. There's enough teasing in her tone to get the point across. "Am I really being seduced right now?"

Light laughter as helps to make her point. She turns her head, just enough to ghost her lips against the palm of his hand. Then, she moves, mischief in her grin.

"Alright, so that's how you'd handle the killer. What about the other scenes?" Whatever prompts the screaming on the TV is put behind her as she settles in his lap. Another cliché. "Like all those cheesy love scenes to get people excited?" One hand makes its way to tangle in soft hair. Another cliché. "How would you handle the scene where couple gets some alone time in the woods?"

It's so stupid and cheesy. She's still incredibly amused as she smirks down at him. She lowers herself, but stops just shy of their lips actually touching. "I've got some ideas we can try to see what works best."

[lalarawr]

tge way i cajt even continue inquisition bc im stoll thinking sbout hawke and naking myself have a fucking aneurysm

[tacitusauxilium]

“I saw something about arson? As long as you all are being safe, then have at it! As for I, I am going to the internet and causing mayhem.”

[helianthus21]

his brother abandoned him and gave him a near-fatal wound and he's still the most precious thing in the world to him

[ratatatastic]

paul saying "[mikkola]'s practising hard to the point i dont even watch him in practise other than when youre forced to cuz he kills a player" is gonna feed me for ages

[arobinwithoutbatman]

@nerdynanny continued from [x]

"Thanks."

The pants were amazing, he doesn't know how Dick and Jason did it in a leotard and then tiny shorts.

"And it was less bamboozling and more out stubborning." His own smirk matched Wally's for a few moments. "And technically speaking, I'm with Young Justice on weekends but otherwise, I'm at home in Gotham."

Good, Wally liked him. Tim didn't mind him, Bart had only said good things about the guy and Br-... well, the rest of the family hadn't minded Wally either. His grin faltered for a moment. Continue with the small talk. Gotta fulfill the social rules.

"Dick's doing great by the way, looking after the rest of us, keeping us on track and handling all of his own stuff like a champ. And Bart's been amazing, he was already my best friend but with everything going on in Gotham right now, he's been my rock."