#PLS FORGIVE ME THIS IS SO BAD

[mahalkheeta]

— imagine going down on heeseung at the back of his car 🫠

the way his legs would spread automatically to make room for you, a cocky smirk spreading across his lips. his hand comes to hold the back of your head, guiding you to his clothed cock that is practically throbbing for your attention. you haven't even started anything and he's already so needy for you.

"be a good girl, yeah?" he hums, making quick work of his jeans and his underwear. he lets the fabric pool around his knees, too desperate to have himself shoved into your tight mouth to care about completely removing his clothing.

his cock stands between his legs, the tip red and leaking. heeseung doesn't need to say much else really. the sight of his cock is already enough to have your mouth watering, not hesitating a second more before peppering open mouthed kisses around his head.

"fuckkk..." heeseung groans. his brows furrow as he struggles to keep his eyes open, fighting the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure just to watch his head disappear into your tight little mouth. he can't help the shiver that runs down his spine as your run your tongue across his slit, exactly the way he loves it. he's not afraid to let you know how well you're doing either.

"just like that, baby," he moans, his thighs tensing as you take more of his length into your mouth. "feels so fuckin' good." his fingers tighten into your hair, his hips instinctively bucking as you hollow your cheeks.

his head is thrown back into the leather material of the seat as you sink your mouth further down his length. one little peek up at him from your lashes has your panties soaked.

heeseung's brows are scrunched together, his eyes shut tight. his mouth is parted into an "o", his rough moans and grunts continuously flowing out of his mouth. knowing that your actions were the cause of his state simply makes you delirious.

when you moan around his cock at the sight of his ecstasy, his breath hitches. it takes a lot of effort for him to crack his eyes open to peer down at you, his cock stuffed into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

"you like that, hm?" he hums, grunting when you nod your head. "you like seeing how good you're makin' me feel, baby?" before you know it, the man is gripping your head in place, shallowly thrusting his length in and out of your mouth.

"oh, fuck," heeseung hisses, his thrusts turning frantic as you take whatever he gives you. "shit, baby... your mouth is making me feel so good." he murmurs, mindlessly fucking into your wet cavern.

when you start to time the bobbing of your head with his thrusts, heeseung completely loses it. his hips falter and his back arches to get himself to reach the back of your throat one last time.

"fuck, fuck, fuck," he chants unbashedly, his orgasm approaching embarrassingly quick. "i'm gonna cum. a-ah! holy shit, baby 'm gonna cum."

you pop your mouth off of him. your hand wraps around his length, furiously pumping his cock as you open your mouth and sticking your tongue out for him to cum into. good lord, the sight had heeseung right on the edge.

"oh my god, yes, yes, yes! fuck, that's a good girl," he cries out, voice rising in tone. his hands move from yoir head to the headrest of the backseat, arms flexing as he feels the pressure build in his stomach. "fuckkk, baby, that's it! don't stop... keep going." he's sure his eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels the pressure in his stomach snap.

pearly white ropes of cum shoot out of him, his back permanently archea as his hips instinctively rub his tip across the smooth muscle of your tongue. "f-fuck!"

"a-ah! 'm cumming! take it all like a good girl," he moans. he's practically whinning with how high pitched his voice is. an airy and breathless pant escapes him with each drop of cum your milk from his tip, a stark contrast to the rough and hoarse tone he was using earlier.

"oh my god, you drive me nuts." he chuckes breathlessly, giving you no time to recover as he pulls you up for a heated kiss. it doesn't take long before he's pushing you back into the backseat, his lips pressing open mouthed kisses to every corner of your exposed skin.

"h-heeseung–" you try speaking, a gasp leaving you as his hand sneaks into your skirt to feel the wetness in between your legs.

"my poor baby," he coos, nibbling at a the skin right underneathe your collar bone. "got so wet giving me the best head, huh? you want a reward?"

"lay back, sweetheart. i'll take care of you."

[revalito]

of those we keep in the dark

[raidewballey]

Don't let your poet husband overwork himself......

hey remember to take a break for yourself too farmers (and kiss ur lover before 10 pm) (important)

[sharksandjays]

thinking of cole with different hairstyles

[chiefcroissantdeanbanana]

[SPOILERS] A Date with Death Bad Ending 2 & Beyond the Bet Bad Ending 7 Observations

I think calling these observations rather than analysis would fit it better, anyway! Enjoy my ramblings again if you do try to read this! Bad Ending 2 (Despondent) and Bad Ending 7 (Forget-me-not) spoilers

DISCLAIMER!! all the things I'm going to say is in my opinion!! I do not claim this as canon or real to the game, just me word-spewing my thoughts! thank you!

From the titles itself: Despondent and Forget-me-not, it's obvious that it's going to stab me in the heart multiple times and even more when I talk about them together hahahahahahahaha (laugh of a deranged croissant person in pain).

See, if you think about it, they really are one of a whole. In more ways than one, if soulmates really do exist, they'd be the prime example. They complete each other, not only in the happy endings but in the bad ones also. If you look at Caspers bad ending, it's where MC dies and he lives, while in MC's bad ending, Casper dies and they live. It's the opposite; they're halves, incomplete without the other.

In Casper's bad ending (Despondent), MC overused their healing powers too much leading to the near extinguishment of their soul, needing Casper to kill them before they disappear completely. After the end credits roll, you see him hugging Azrael and saying that he would never find love like that again, how he'd be alone forever, and that he feels empty.

^ He will ALWAYS remember this. He would never forget them, he promised after all. He promised to never forget them, no matter what happens, because MC wanted to be remembered. It doesn't matter if remembering them would hurt Casper, he loves them too much to even try and THINK about forgetting them, forgetting their talks, their puns, their nickname, their light. It was MC's light that shone through Casper's darkness, and now that he had a taste of that bliss, he could never truly go back without feeling empty; feeling like something is missing from his life. (Do you think seeing MC's pet after the Despondent ending gives him too much pain to look it in the eyes?). As shown before Casper kills MC, he would rather die than do so, because without his sunshine, without his sunflower, without his SUN. his SUNLIGHT. he would die! Honestly, Casper would be better as a sunflower because they always look for the sun and die if they can't find one. Even though Casper might not be dead, without his sunshine, he'd better off been dead anyway. What's life without them? Nothing. Only his memories are the things that'll keep him from going, and yet these memories are also the ones that make it hard for him to get going.

In contrast to MC's bad ending (Forget-me-not), it is quite literally the opposite of Despondent, 5012 made MC FORGET their experiences, quote: "every joke, every message, every time Casper called you sunshine, every time he said I love you", they forgot it all, only leaving behind a deep empty feeling, something that was supposed to be there, but it isn't. they can only wait, and wait, but nothing will happen, nothing will ever happen anymore.

See the parallels? See the similarities? Their bad endings are halves to a whole, even in death they both yearn for each other consciously and subconsciously, feeling empty, like a puzzle without its final piece, because what else are they supposed to do? They found their other half, they were finally complete, and then for destiny to rip them apart? That is cruel. It was fate that they met, and they would rather die trying to be together than let destiny tear them apart. Too bad destiny won. One remembers and one forgets, how truly otherworldly and mortal this situation is~

THIS GOT SO LONG omg I really do talk a lot haha ahaha hajdshfkjsfhjssfhsjsk omfgfhdgkjskhj

[mmmairon]

Preparing a cake for his beloved 🥰🤭 (you)

Aprilluc day 6 [Dessert]

[swedenis-h]

You believe me like a god.

I betray You like a Man.

[ghostinthegallery]

Szarekh should taunt Roboute with his sangunius death mask and possible memories of him. Kick him while he's mentally down, reminding him of his dead brother he liked.

Please, that is far too simple (and paints Szarekh as a one-dimensional villain, which I do not think is the direction GW should go even if they probably will). No, no, we can make this set up so much worse.

Szarekh appears in his death mask of Sanguinius, claiming to have known him. He shares memories of him. He may not speak directly, but he shares his experiences with Sanguinius the best way he can.

And Guilliman is furious. How dare this alien bastard tell such an obvious lie? How dare he blaspheme, disrespect the memory of someone Guilliman loved and respected? His brother! Because it can't be true. Sanguinius would never have had a relationship with this soulless monstrosity. It goes against everything their father wanted and created them to do. Yes, Guilliman hates what the Imperium has become, but he is still fundamentally of it. He was made to purge anything not human (and a very specific kind of human at that.) He has worked with aeldar, wure, but this is different. This is too much. He's never going to trust a word the Silent King says (or implies given the whole "silent" thing.)

So Guilliman throws his forces into the meat grinder. The wall of a technologically superior force. He fights this wad, and maybe his anger and grief makes him just a little less stable. A tiny bit less measured. The slightest, slightest bit more aggressive.

And people die. Lots of people die, but they are perfectly happy to because that is what their god and his living son ask of them. They are avenging the name of their Angel, that the filthy xenos dared to disrespect.

But...what if Szarekh is, in fact, completely genuine when he says he knew Sanguinius? That they met, were willing to work together, were...friendly? Friends? More than friends? And Guilliman, far into the campaign, finds irrefutable proof that this is true? Sanguinius wanted this alliance. Szarekh wanted it too, and was willing to have it with Guilliman too. There was a peaceful way forward for the two leaders, if Guilliman had only listened? He could have made the universe just a tiny bit safer for humanity, just a tiny bit brighter.

And he failed. He chose his father's hatred and his own distrust. He was wrong.

What then? Does he accept that he made a mistake? A mistake that proves Sanguinius was willing to commit the worst heresies? Does he still see his brother the same way after that? Does he try to correct his grievous error and honor Sanguinius, despite all it would cost him? If it is even possible? Can Guilliman shift his worldview that much that quickly?

Or does he deny it? Does he choose the comfortable lie, that Szarekh is the enemy and is just using Sanguinius' face to insult him? Does he surrender a little bit more to the dogma consuming his father's empire? Everyone around Guilliman will tell him this is the correct choice. He'll be praised, lauded. Worshipped for his strength of will. And maybe it's a necessary sacrifice, in his mind. The Imperium would tear itself apart if he tried to ally with a xenos. He has to keep the machine going. Doesn't he? Nobody will ever know...

What's the Avenging Son to do?

[spideywillandmjwheeler]

it's all out in the open now... (prev) (next)

[themiraclefish]

What if..

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(GabeNath mini comic 2)

Warning this is a bit angsty lol

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*/And spoiler alert, this takes place after the last episode of season 5

[glosshobi]

missing him ♡

[inkpens-coffee]

cater and leona doodles, ignore the fucked up braids ♦️🦁

art commissions are open ☕️

likes and reblogs are heavily appreciated 💜

[sarastellasari]

New Years Kiss (Part Two)

part one, part three!

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Lyra couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious as she approached the Hawthorne house. What if she messed something up? She knew all of these people, yes, but she hadn’t really hung out with them. As she passed by the gates, she couldn’t help but gawk at the enormous grounds. They were beautiful but also slightly terrifying. She couldn’t help but wonder if Grayson or any of his brothers had ever gotten lost on them.

To Lyras surprise, when she knocked on the door, instead of a doorman or security guard answering as she expected, it was Avery, her face filled with excitement, looking beautiful in a tight green strappy dress. 

“Hi, Lyra!” Avery said, reaching to pull her inside. Lyra smiled at her. “I’m so happy you came! You’re right on time! Everyone else is here, let’s go find them!” 

Avery led Lyra to a courtyard in the back. Lyra gawkedt at the decorations. The entire yard was covered in streamers and fairy lights and there were balloons floating high in the air. There were different arcade games scattered around the courtyard, including a few that looked homemade. The scent of champagne lingered in the air.

“Dang.” Avery shrugged modestly.

“Usually we’d do more, but this is just our friends.” Lyra let out a sigh of relief. She had been dreading being photographed, being crowded, being surrounded by people who deserved to be here far more than her. Avery smiled at her relief.

“I agree. I’m so glad I got Alisa to give in.” Avery’s eyes suddenly widened as she saw Nash leisurely strolling towards them, dressed in a shiny black tuxedo and matching cowboy hat.

“Hey Nash,” Avery said. Lyra waved awkwardly. “What’s up?”

“My brothers are… still getting ready. Avery, there was a delay.” Lyra snorted.

“How? They live here.” Nash grinned at her.

“Good question.” Then he strolled back to Libby, dressed in a deep sapphire gown and hat matching Nash’s. 

“It’s ok. Grayson will be here soon.” Avery said, glancing at Lyras face with a smirk. Lyra sputtered.

“I- I don’t care about-“

“Mhm. Let’s go talk with the others! Have you met Thea?” 

And so Avery pulled Lyra away from the house, and over to Thea, who was standing with Rebecca. Both girls were in gold, nearly the same shade as the streamers around the yard.

“Hey girls. Lyra right?” Lyra nodded. Thea smirked.

“Where are your dates?” Thea asked.

“Grayson and Jameson are getting ready with Xander,” Avery said, scowling at Thea, who gave her a knowing look.

“Anyways,” Avery said, clearly changing the subject.

“Thea and Rebecca, are you excited to kiss at midnight?” Rebecca flushed all the way from her red hair to her equally red dress. Thea laughed.

“As much as I’m sure you are, Avery. What about you Lyra? Are you planning to kiss anyone?” Lyra cringed, feeling her cheeks turn red. 

“Uh-“ 

“You know,” Thea continued, “I’m sure Grayson would be up for it. He’s single, you know. Oh, look! It’s Max. Come on, Rebecca, let’s go say hi.” And Rebecca and Thea left. Leaving Lyra bewildered with Avery.

“What did she mean?” She asked, turning to Avery, who cringed.

“Oh, you know. Just Thea being Thea.” Lyra rolled her eyes. This was going to be a long night. She should’ve just gone back home to her parents and brother.

Just then, Avery’s phone dinged. Her eyes lit up.

“Oh look! Jameson is inside. He needs help with something. Come with me?” Lyra raises an eyebrow. She was sure that Jameson needing “help” with something was probably code for… something she didn’t want to witness, but she didn’t want to leave the one person she knew, so she nodded in agreement. Avery cheerfully led her into the mansion. Lyra gawked at each room they passed, at every painting probably worth millions. No matter how many times she had been inside, it never got old. And she was pretty sure she had never been in this wing before.

“Avery, where are we going?” She asked, slightly worried that they were lost. Avery grinned. 

“A room.” 

“Thanks,” Lyra said sarcastically. Avery laughed. Lyra frowned. She felt a bit uneasy like she was being tricked into something.  The feeling escalated when Avery opened an elaborately designed door. Lyras eyes widened. Jameson was standing in the room. And next to him… 

Grayson was tied up in a chair. Lyra felt herself turning, asking what was going on. Suddenly, Avery pushed her into the room exactly as Jameson sprinted out. The door slammed behind them.

“Lovely.” Grayson sighed.

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Grayson silently cursed his brothers, Avery, and everyone else who had gotten him into this situation. He knew his brothers were planning something when he saw their smirks, but he never thought it would be this… extreme. He silently watched as Lyra hurried to the other side of the room and grabbed a pair of scissors clearly left on a table. At least they didn’t intend for him to stay trapped then.

“Thank you.” He said stiffly after Lyra cut him out of his bonds.

“Where are we?” She asked scowling, before hurrying over to the door and trying to turn the knob.  It was locked, of course.

“One of the libraries. The smallest one.” Grayson sighed.

“One of the- nevermind. How do we get out?” Grayson shrugged. “Knowing my brothers, probably a game or puzzle of some sort.” 

“Correct!” Came Xander's voice from a walkie-talkie subtly hidden on the bookshelf. Grayson cursed, jumping. Lyra burst into laughter.

“Figure out what we want you to do and do it, and you will be let out!”

“Xander I swear on all that is holy if you do not-“  Grayson trailed off. He knew what his brothers wanted them to do. 

“Oh my god. Xander, that is not happening. Xander? Xander!” But there was no response. Grayson swore under his breath, dragging a hand down his face. He probably looked like a mess- his blonde hair frizzy from fighting with Jameson on the rug, and his grey suit jacket rumpled from being tied up.

Of course, Lyra looked perfect though, in her red strapless dress and matching earrings, hair, and makeup perfect as usual. 

“Could we break a window?” Lyra suggested.  Grayson shook his head. 

“Probably not. We could try though. He grabbed a book and threw it at the window, shaking his head when it didn’t work.

“Ok, that didn’t work. Now what?” He shrieked as without warning,  Lyra smacked the window, full force, with her high heel. The window shattered. She tried again. It broke completely.

“I really hope that window wasn’t expensive.” She panted. Grayson simply climbed through, offering her a hand as she did as well. Somehow she still looked flawless.

“Let’s go back to the party. Grayson suggested. Lyra nodded.

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part one, part three!

[gooperts-gunk]

im so crazy over the tragedy of everything q!bbh does being under a demon pretense even though he's a fallen angel.

do u think he just accepts the demon label because it's easier. do u think he believes it too, and catches himself in his thoughts with "oh, right. im not exactly that". and maybe he believes that he did this to himself? do u think what he did was to protect himself or someone? no matter the fall, he still has so much kindness to give and his brain just isn't wired the way a natural-born demon would be, he can't hold back instincts when time demands it, maybe that's why he fell in the first place.

and when he's finally bad, not good, it's treated like the end of the world, without empathy on why he would act out. do you think this keeps happening? the same scenario, multiple times, every timeline? he has to be used to it. so he has to take it in stride. he's good until he lashes out under extreme pressure, and suddenly he's called demon. and once again he's what heaven made him out to be. what he made himself to be, his brain would ruthlessly provide...

i don't think he wants to be that, though he hides secrets behind secrets of which neither identity is a home... but i don't think he wants to have to change, either. and i don't think that's wrong of him.

...you collapse atlantis ONE TIME and all of a sudden YOU'RE the bad guy and SURE it was FUN but REALLY now,--

[dkunknowing]

Another fan art for a fic again😔😔😔

This one

It was supposed to be just a silly drawing and not straight up something like this😭😭😭

And as you can see I really like tentacle action

(Do not ask me what I’ve been reading these day cause omg it was intense)

[catboyidia]

thinking about ratio proposing to aventurine one day, only for aventurine to panic and freak out about the thought of the “marriage is a shackle”/“my spouse is a ball and chain” rhetoric he’s heard people spew, so he fears he’ll lose the freedom he has worked so hard for