#I thought the song was fitting

[puppycheesecake]

Townie Makeover -> Brytani Cho.

CC: Hair / Brows / Top / Skirt / Socks / Shoes / Earrings / Necklace

Thank you! @johnnysimmer @thepeachyfaerie @clumsyalienn @kismet-sims @arltos @plazasims

(Plus a quick speed CAS video! 👀)

[cyberspamii]

Scratch animation meme i made all with mouse. Template by IzzyTheLemonMan on scratch

[txny-draws]

cupid by jack stauber

[uniworu]

i saw the morning you laughed whimsical and colorful i'll always love you

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

How much longer 'til your luck runs out?

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[opanchu]

and when the mc rhyme and the dj spin I want y'all to just get downnnn

[modernlovez]

Strewn all over

[sushiisiu]

mini animatic i had a fucking. Vision on the bus today

[d20brainrot]

are they lovers? worse, I think they might be foils

song: Sinking Boat by Infinity Song tiktok: d20brainrot

[snailjo]

80’s power ballad for marcille as a treat

[nouverx]

WHY SO SERIOUS?? 🎉 Nika is here to party!!

A little unfinished project I started on flipaclip last year while the Luffy and Kaido fight was still happening in the anime :D

[ninjadoodleduck]

[skyenish]

CW: Blood, Knife | For Halloween this year, my Yuu decided to go as American McGee’s Alice! | Twisted Wonderland OC art ✏️ |

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[happypeachsludgeflower]

Poseidon: I've got a reputation. I've got a name to uphold!! So I can't go letting you walk or else the world forgets I'm cold. Now get in the water. Get in the water or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Ithaca will die!

Poseidon: GET IN THE—

[l1ght-n1ghts]

ISN’T IT STRANGE TO CREATE SOMETHING THAT HATES YOU?

[nateezfics]

I am now CRAVING and I mean CRAVING some extremely domestic, husband!joong smut. I must have him immediately. Like imagine this hongjoong as your husband? This you come home to? I mean???? Pls???

Sex with a man who claims you as his WIFE?

Nat I'm feeling weak I need to lay down.

ugh, this😩

listen i live for rough, nasty possessive sex but let’s talk about slow, passionate, and loving possessive sex???? hongjoong who claims you soooo lovingly i cry 😭

imagine. it’s a night like any other; you’re in the kitchen preparing dinner when your husband hongjoong arrives through the front door. he takes off his shoes, his coat, and leaves his things by the door. he makes his way to you, lured by the smell of food and the desire to see your pretty face. it’s so routine, the way he makes his way to you and places a kiss against your cheek with his usual “hey baby” but no matter how many times he does it it always makes you feel so giddy, butterflies fluttering in your tummy at his touch and the smell of his cologne. you’ve been married for some time now but you never grow tired of him or this little routine you’ve both settled into. it’s comfortable, it’s familiar, it’s perfect. and just as predicted, he remains near you long after his kiss against your cheek, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you against his front. he hangs onto you while you cook, his lips attaching to any open skin he can find. his hands are all over you and you try your best to stay on task, but as usual he’s persuasive. you spin around to face him and suddenly you’re not hungry for the food anymore. you crave him in every way, the sight of his bare face and tussled hair making you weak in the knees and bracing against the counter. hongjoong’s kissing you hungrily in seconds, and you’re caught up in the passion quickly. there’s no time for breathing, you simply breathe each other. he only stops kissing you to take his glasses off, flinging them onto the counter carelessly before he’s devouring you again. it’s not long before you’re on the counter with your knees bent over his shoulders while he pushes himself into you, over and over and so achingly slow. he’s deep, cockhead kissing your cervix in a way that has you arching so prettily over the granite surface. he’s purposeful with each thrust, dragging his cock out languidly before gliding right back in. he’s in no hurry, not trying to get you or himself off just yet; he doesn’t care about that, about finishing. he wants to soak in the moment, in his love for you. you’re already a mess ofc just from his slow motions. really you can’t help it, it’s him. he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, his wedding band shimmering in the light. a reminder that he belongs to you, and you to him. lots of love bites on your skin while he takes you over the kitchen counter. you leave love marks of your own in the form of red streaks down his back. the passion and the pleasure are overwhelming, and you swear you’re the only two people in the universe. his forehead against yours, his eyes and yours locked. breathy laughs. whispered proclamations of love.

“you’re perfect, so perfectly mine”, “my beautiful wife”, “does my little wife feel good? yeah?”, “i love you, i love you, i love you”, “so good to me, baby”, “gonna fill you up, gonna give you a baby. my wifey would look so pretty with a round belly”, “taking me so good. you’re amazing”, “all yours, baby. you’ve got every last bit of me”