#But omg yesssssss

[the-heaminator]

“Kirkland” A low rumble floats through the room, the protective growl of a bear concerned for his mate. A fluffy paw bats at Arthur’s arm, shaking him from his half-unconscious state. 

“Kirkland” Another paw — no, those are arms — grasps at his other side. A warm hand settles on his forehead, the heat broken only by a thin band of coolness. A ring? It feels metallic. Who around him wears a ring?

“Kirkland, wake up,” Oh, he’d know that dull voice anywhere.

“Ivan, y’bastard, m’ try’n sleep” Arthur grumbles, batting halfheartedly at the arms around him. He manages to dislodge the heat from his head 

“Kirkland, it is 3:35” 

“Don’t matter. Don’t needa be up till 5” 

“Kirkland. 3:35PM”

“Oh FUCK” 

Arthur bolts upright, colliding into Ivan’s chest. Normally, being bodyslammed by a 40-something-odd man would have some effect, but the disparity in height and weight means that Ivan is not affected at all. Instead, it’s Arthur who is pushed back into the couch due to the force of his movement. It’s then that he realizes what is going on. 

Ivan stands next to the couch, leaning over so far that his face is practically parallel to Arthur’s. His hand still grips Arthur’s arm, staring down with concerned eyes. His other hand is raised, the wedding ring catching the sunlight in a way that sends silver streaks through Ivan’s hair. Right. The wedding ring. 

“Get off of me, you oaf,” Arthur grumbles, using his small size to wriggle out of Ivan’s arms and to the side, which unfortunately means falling flat on his face onto hardwood floor. 

Or he would have, had Ivan not caught the collar of his shirt and left Arthur suspended pitifully a few inches from the ground.

“What did you forget?” Ivan asks sternly. 

Arthur sighs. “To pick the kids up from school,” 

“Correct. You are lucky I did that for you,” Ivan uses his frankly absurd strength to place Arthur back onto the couch. 

“Thanks” Arthur mumbles, attempting to regain his composure. 

“What was that?” Ivan asks sternly. 

“Thank you” Arthur says loudly, scowling at nothing in particular.

“And,” Ivan says, gesturing to white plastic bags sitting on the ground. “I brought you food,”

“I don’t need food,” Arthur protests, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. 

“You’re passing out around noon daily. Do you know what most people do around noon?”

Arthur doesn’t respond, only giving Ivan a tired look. This isn’t the first time Ivan has tried this trick and it won’t be the last. Ivan ignores the look and takes out a white styrofoam cartoon, opening it up and letting the smell of Indian food waft throughout the room. And it does smell really really good, causing Arthur’s stomach to rumble. Unwilling to let Ivan win this, he turns away and bites on his lip. 

“Kirkland. Eat” Ivan shoves the container onto Arthur’s lap and okay fuck it does smell really really good. 

“Eat and I will let you sleep,” 

“Fineeeeeee” Arthur exhales. Ivan shoves a fork into Arthur’s hands and he takes a bite of the savory food. He can’t taste much, but his stomach appreciates it so so much. He scarfs down the rest of the plate as fast as he possibly can and sets the container to the side. 

“Sleep?” 

“Sleep” Ivan affirms. Arthur goes to lie down on the couch but is caught off guard when Ivan scoops him up bridal style. 

“Put me down, you oaf!” Arthur protests. Ivan doesn’t listen, walking to their room and tossing Arthur onto their shared bed. The reminder of Ivan’s pure strength brings unhelpfully lewd thoughts to Arthur’s mind as Ivan towers over him and he feels his heart rate skyrocket. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Ivan walks around to his side of the bed and clambers into the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. Using one arm, he scoops up Arthur and places the smaller man onto his chest. 

“Sleep,”

Arthur has to admit, Ivan’s chest is very warm and-

His eyes fall shut. 

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Sleeping on ivan's tits is enrichment for Arthur

[intheafterall]

Kaiju No. 8 is really grabbing me.

[thisthat-ortheother]

requested by anonymous

[mauxanhduong]

WITCH HAT ANIME NEWS CONFIRMED

[jebeplanet]

ZEROBASEONE ZHANG HAO - 'ゆらゆら -運命の花- (YURA YURA)' Concept Photo 1

[eating-the-inedible]

ROUND ONE: Moss vs. Mandy the Slayer/Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife

Propaganda:

Moss:

Soft texture. Is a vegetable.

Kris from Deltarune eats it, surely I can!

Mandy the Slayer / Orange Spyderco Dragonfly Knife:

THE BEST KNIFE EVER + THE BEST TASTE EVER she's my son her name is mandy the slayer. I gave her a spa day today. I sharpened her blade and i cleaned her and shes as fresh as callie calamari. 

Have consumed, absolutely gourmet

please put my girl in a poll please. shes my son. she's my baby. 

[signanothername]

*chanting to myself*

In 2 weeks you’ll be free in 2 weeks you’ll be free in 2 weeks you’ll be free in 2 weeks you’ll be free in 2 weeks you’ll be free in 2 weeks you’ll be free in 2 weeks you’ll be free in 2 weeks you’ll be free in 2 weeks you’ll be free in 2 weeks you’ll be free in-

Guys

Guys

I’m gonna officially graduate in 2 weeks, imma start my internship after that

It’s still unreal to me there ain’t no way I finished 5 entire years of university what

[tatakaeeren]

What did hawks do to his hair??? Omg 😭 they did him dirty like Gaara in Boruto.

He didn't do anything!!! he got kentuky fried chicken last season! 😭 he got burned real bad that's why his wings are still small and recovering, that's why he has some scars and his hair is shorter 😢 how poor baby bird didn't choose to look like this... buuuuuut... i think he would look great with a proper haircut... like hawks with an undercut?!?!? 😍

[violettierre]

SHIO'S ARM TATTOOS ?????!!!!!!!! COULD IT BE ???????????

[nightshark327]

For more memes follow-

r/memesThatUCanRepost/ #meme #memes

[nomaishuttle]

literally consumed by thoughts abt my freaks .

[belovedrm]

[kawaiixriot]

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[t4tbedehopmar]

SCARAMOUCHE IN GENSHIN?!?!??!!?!!!!??!!?

[snake-on-a-skateboard]

HANGING SIGNS!!!!!! HANGING SIGNSS!!!!

[st0nie-bologna]

My top fantasy right now is for a pretty lady to tie me up and use me. Tease me. Treat me like my purpose is to be her entertainment and make her cum.

Then when she's good and satisfied

She let's me go and then I proceed to take all that pent up sexual frustration that she caused, out on her

🥵🥵🥵