#and idk bout u

[azmaarts]

Still in my Drarry phase (even tho I never finished the series). These fanfics do be *smacking* tho.

Anyway, here’s my quick take on Harry:

[cattamouche]

I think scara is a sloppy kisser...

he can be so, so impatient and even more emotional. all it takes is your addictive smile and a warm welcome-home-hug after a particularly long day of work and his feelings start to spill over so quick at the reminder that hes so fortunate to have somebody to come back home to. someone who loves and accepts him even with all his flaws, who has stuck with him through thick and thin. his person, who does so much for him every day, just because you love him. of all people, you love him. and he gets so emotional over the fact. he wants to feel all of you, grabbing at every inch of your body he can reach and holding on so tightly as if you're moments away from disappearing. he gets so overwhelmed he forgets he's the only one who doesn't need to breathe, and you're left pushing his face away despite his attempts at chasing your lips just to catch your breath because my god is he relentless. now you're suddenly pressed against the wall, forehead to forehead and panting in your living room, his silent apology at the realization that he once again got too carried away is to just stare. admire the way your eyebrows crease and your eyes are half lidded, mesmerized by the way he singlehandedly got your chest to rise up and down at such a fast pace he almost begins to mimic it. but all he does is watch, impatiently so, waiting for you to catch your breath and give him the greenlight to keep going.

[ahn-maria]

selfie time with jin!🤳

[backwzzds]

i personally love it when y’all write anime men as hood niggas BUT that’s jus me 🤷🏾‍♀️

[gunsatthaphan]

so anyway kinda wanna discuss this part in particular bc i'm a weak bitch and this was hot af,,,--

[5h0w1sh]

His shoes r dirty :(

[ghost-proofbaby]

okay no but bbf!perv!eddie unable to stop his hand from lingering a liiiitttle too long on your skin after he slaps the tattoo. obv he cant do anything too rough (although he would give anything to just be able to dig his fingers in to the soft skin there), but that's almost WORSE because instead you're aware of every one of his fingers on your overly sensitive skin, the warmth of his palm against your stinging ass, both soothing and burning at the same time

he doesn't even realise he's doing it, and you peek over your shoulder and nearly get a jumpscare at just how intense he looks - eyes fixed on where he's touching you, the boy is practically vibrating from holding himself back

HELPPPPPP

he should probably pull away.

he knows he should. he’s well aware his touch has long out-lingered its welcome on your warm skin. but he can’t. he tells his hand to drop, to come back to him, to just fall anywhere else but your ass — all his fingers do in response are curl into the flesh, feeling the soft muscle beneath his joints and his breath catch painfully between his ribs.

all he can do is squeeze softly and stare at where his skin is meeting yours. all he can do is continue to take abnormally deep breaths, teetering on the verge of gasping as his stare starts to burn hotter than where he’d slapped your skin.

“e-eddie?”

you’re all nervous laughter and wide eyes, and it almost makes it worse when you stutter out his name. somewhere between a plea and a sigh, falling between the raveens of asking him to stop touching you and begging him to never stop.

“sorry,” he whispers, but his hand doesn’t move.

“can you…” can you move your hand? can you stop driving me insane? can you stop looking at me like some helpless prey and igniting this damned warmth in my belly that is 10 seconds from turning this entire friendship to ash? “can you do it again?”

eddie munson’s heart officially stops. the last and hardest beat of it echoes in his silent chest and he’s looking up at you wildly, stunned, quietly. for the first time since he’s met you, his tongue has become a foreign and heavy object not fit for his instruction.

and you take his silence as a no. you take his silence as you pushing too far and projecting one too many fantasie onto him for a final time. you take his lack of response as a you just fucked everything up, idiot.

“i’m- fuck, i’m sorry,” you start, “forget i ask-“

“again?”

his hand finally moves, and it’s trailing down now, fingers dancing along the back of your thigh in unsure movements. not ready to no longer feel you. not ready to leave the moment.

piqued interest, palpable curiosity, buzzing eagerness — there’s not one sliver of disgust in his tone.

it’s the only reason you’re brave enough to wear a fragile smile as you nod, cheek lowering to the pillow as you say it more surely this time, “again.”

this time, the slap is more deliberate.

and this time, it lands where you want it. between the apex of your thighs, stinging in a way far more pleasurable than before, making you cry out a bit more surely this time.

maybe it’s his sudden smirk. maybe it’s his dark eyes. or maybe it’s that goddamn tent in his pants and the wet spot he can’t hide from you.

yeah. he’ll do it again. he’ll do it as many times as you ask for it, because this time, he gets it.

you both get it.

[ladykeane]

I've had sometime to digest it

And the weird implied-but-also-husbands-au Nandermo ending is basically the kombucha girl meme of shipping

It got me like

[the-huxler]

finally a kiss!! help if i drew his shoulder pads wrong leave me alone im only human

[sidsinning]

Love Adrien's default answer being "I love Marinette Dupain Cheng" every time he doesn't know an answer to a question

[literalite]

i made another trans man with mental health issues. fork found in kitchen etc

[kiivg]

.| Farid “Rook” Thorne | Saboteur | Rogue | Tool Maker |.

.Farid went by the given nickname of Rookie from the first day of his Warden conscription, one which all others outgrew, and he did not, instead shortening it to Rook when the novelty ran out.

.As the eleventh son of Admiral Therasia Thorne of the Sea Ships, Farid was given captaincy at the young age of fourteen, having proven a keen tactical mind and an adventurous heart. He co-captained a small selection of frigates with his older brother Galo, which served as an arm of their mother’s fleet. Their purpose was to raid mercantile ships along the eastern coast of Thedas, and it was Farid who took the initiative to lead them into bell diving and tomb delving; there was treasure waiting in places others couldn’t get to, and Farid was apt at figuring out how he could.

.This forward thinking would be the seed of a constant one-up-man-ship between the siblings, with Farid enjoying the competition and Galo becoming more and more irritated with his much younger brother. Eventually it would accumulate into Farid stealing Galo’s most precious treasure; his wife Aadiyah. A three month affair led to the birth of Farsi’s sixth illegitimate child, and years later his own arrest at the hand of Galo’s schemes.

.Survived by his now nine bastard children, Farid was set upon the gallows in Amaranthine. His list of crimes ever grew into him taking the blame for many of Galo’s own activities alongside his own, and his reputation as a warmongering raider was tied around his neck as much as his noose. It would only be good fortune that he was conscripted by a man he had helped some years before, the Warden Commander looking to flee the grasping hands of the Inquisition as it formed in its early months.

.It would be at his Joining where he decided to keep his past to himself, denying all others the attempt to know his name should word somehow reach the ears of his family. He remains as a Junior Warden, despite serving in the order for several years, due to his insubordination and reputation for acting against direct orders.

[plutoarts]

i'll protect those dear to me.

⚔😴

[tyeballz]

mfs be like "im a crossover shipper" and its leoan (im mfs)

[littleplantfreak]

sending u shitara peppering kisses to help with the cramps <3

EVE??!?? crying…shaking…hugging and kissing you….

[princessbrunette]

kinktober not going too well ^_^