#bc he loves fin

[fiveminuterice]

my shining star, when will he come home :(

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[fiendishartist2]

guess who just watched this years fourth of footwerk

[goosehaver]

And here's the boy!

Come and see him!!

[morninkim]

Of the heroes that appeared in the late 90's and early 00's, Superman, Batman, The Flash, Wonder Woman, Aquaman and Green Arrow, most of the founders of the Justice League, are notable for taking on young proteges, or "Sidekicks" as they would eventually come to known as.

Naturally, through these shared experiences and mentorships, these teenaged heroes banded together as teammates and friends, even before their mentors did.

In 2002, Robin, Kid Flash, Wonder Girl and Aqualad, later joined by Supergirl in 2003 and Speedy in 2004, would form the Teen Titans, some say as an excuse to hang out more often.

[crowned-ladybug]

With weathered wings and broken bones A flight for the fallen flies the crow

@riftwalker-limbro's fashionable math problem Vince here to kick some ass and love his fiancée and unfortunately one of those is maybe currently not available

[boiledegghole]

bottom feeders doodles +one salmonid

[rucow]

do you also have 5 mermaid art wips of the blorbos or are you normal??? im not normal 😭

[dbphantom]

Speaking of that trans one/pie/ce oc

Did I mention he's a obvious self insert bc I definitely should have by now. Like. Literally drawn as me if I was in the world of on/e/pie/ce, spoke to Ivankov, and also 7 years older. And I love him. Just wish he had a name... That's always the hardest part ;_;

[sunflowers-and-sweetviolets]

hi????? im gay????

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

i love adventure time so much it literally makes me sick

[psychoticwillgraham]

fuck it, we’re really gonna continue a mighty boosh fic from like 2018 bc the concept is too cute to abandon

[sar3nka]

It's amazing how this one guy I'm actively ghosting all da time texts me more than the crazy woman (affectionate). 💀

[greedbent]

Given the dour mood, one would think smiling was wholly inappropriate. And yet, there Kaz was, not even a feeble attempt made to prevent that one corner of his mouth from hooking upward as Baizhu spoke, amusement blowing through his lips on his next breath. “Hoping, wishing, hell, praying to the Archons that they might get off their hands and actually do a damn thing to help their people seems to be the typical route when things feel utterly hopeless,” he murmured. “If you were among the typical, I wouldn’t fault you. Tell yourself what you need to in order to sleep at night.”

Then, another sentiment crept in, like that bubble building within him, on the verge of bursting the very second his diligence wavered and let it slip through. This time, he couldn’t stop it. Or maybe Kaz just didn’t even try:

“But if you were one of those people, I wouldn’t still be here.”

He shrugged like it was obvious. It probably was. Baizhu wasn’t saying all of these things for no reason because he wasn’t the “typical.” He wasn’t saying all of these things simply to make conversation, to waste time that could be better spent. He wasn’t and he didn’t do a damn thing without a purpose—no differently than Kaz himself. Most days, Kaz couldn’t tell if that was refreshing, or if it forced him to look in a mirror he rather wished didn’t exist.

Today . . . ? Well, that smile was still lingering, if that meant anything.

“I don’t play a game without knowing the outcome,” Kaz argued. And a good majority of the time, he could live by that mantra, refuse to involve himself in anything unless he knew for certain what he’d get from it, what the risks were, what his opponent planned on doing every step of the way. The minority of instances, however, and the ones of which Baizhu specifically spoke—?

He hesitated, turning those words over in his head for a sluggish beat.

Somehow, even after the pause, his next statement came easy. “I’d do exactly what you’re doing.” Again, he didn’t have to wonder if Baizhu already knew that. Just like Baizhu didn’t have to ask at all, how he’d done so only for the sake of making a point. It should’ve annoyed him, should’ve made him bristle— How dangerous it was when someone understood you so intimately they practically built a home in your mind without you knowing it.

More dangerous, maybe, was when that expanded to the heart. And was Baizhu already there . . . ? Did he mean for that final statement of his to run a stake right through it?

His weight shifted between his feet. That smile finally faded. A naive, childlike voice in his head complained, Does he really believe his only importance to me is his “value”? The smarter one, and indeed the cold, callous, unforgiving one clapped back immediately, Of course he does. That’s what you told him. That’s what he needs to be—nothing more.

But if that was the case . . . Then what the hell was this whole conversation even about?

“You . . . I didn’t mean—” That naivety temporarily snagged his vocal chords, only to be strangled by them as he cleared his throat and steeled himself. “Your time won’t come soon,” he declared, as resolute as if he had full control over it, as if this was a game to which he knew the ending. In some way, Kaz planned on turning it into that. “I can expend more resources.” I will expend more resources. “I don’t much like leaving things unfinished.”

And I’m not done with you.

For the second time in as many minutes, Baizhu could only blink at his companion's response. Just as quickly, his expression smoothed back to that ever-patient smile, if not still stiff due to the nature of their conversation.

Their partnership had stood the test of time and loyalties, and was beneficial to both sides. Naturally, then, there'd be no reason for the parameters to ever change. It made perfect sense. Baizhu expected nothing less.

"You know, I'm of the belief that we control our lives and our fates for ourselves. I refuse to let an illness seal my fate any more than I would let a person, or even an Archon, make that choice for me. Maybe it's presumptuous of me, but I've always thought that to be a similarity between us."

The doctor leaned back against the shelves, arms crossed loosely over his chest, watching Kaz with attentive curiosity. "Surely you've heard the saying, 'life is like a game of cards'? But of course, men like us are not merely complacent players. If I've been dealt a hand that I know can't possibly win, what should I do? Sit idly by, pretending my hands are tied and letting myself lose? Why shouldn't I do whatever it took to give myself a chance?" Golden eyes sharpened; piercing as a snake's fangs. "What would you do?"

The analogy got his point across. But, just maybe, there was a deeper meaning lurking within: a response that Baizhu didn't dare give directly when the parameters weren't his to change.

What else would it be? Why, anything else you wanted, of course. You are not complacent. You make that choice.

After a beat during which those laden words lingered, Baizhu went on, as matter-of-fact as ever, "There's no guarantee it will work even if I do find a way. As you said: it's a last resort. When every breath you take is borrowed and brings you closer to an inevitable early grave..." His lip curled wryly, a half-formed laugh escaping in spite of himself. "I don't expect you to understand that kind of desperation. So what if my search seems mad or hopeless? If there's anything I can do that might change the ending that has been written for me, to make it an ending that I want...how can I do anything but try?"

So saccharine...My, he was getting soft, wasn't he? Or perhaps Kaz had simply found his weak point at last, just like everyone else. With a shake of his head, "At least if my time does come, I can be at rest in the knowledge that I was of some value," he chuckled. A morbid sentiment, perhaps, but sincere.

[jamminvroomvroom]

Charles jealous and possessive please! Smut 🔥

no mercy.

CL x fem!reader - 4k celebration ✨

in which lunch with friends turns into charles reminding you that you’re all his

first 4k request up! thank you so much for this, wrote this whole thing in like half an hour bc damn this took me back to my charlie roots. i hope u love this anon, and all my lovely readers - lemme know what you think

warnings: 18+!! minors GO AWAY! smut, swearing, slight breeding kink, use of “slut” (in the sexy way tho!), lando causing his usual chaos (feat. shit stirrer alex), dom!charles/sub!reader, minor hints of corruption kink, slapping like once, fluffy ending

1.4k words

interesting.

the word you’d choose to describe this lunch is interesting.

charles’ hand seems to grow tighter on your thigh with every passing minute, or, to be more precise, every time lando speaks.

“so am i, ahem, are we gonna be seeing you at any races soon?” lando teases, raising an eyebrow, gesturing to alex sat beside him to cover up his slip of the tongue.

“i’ll be there whenever charles wants me there. maybe i’ll even get to see you win a race.” you laugh. you’re enjoying the company, but the impromptu lunch with the other two drivers seems to be riling your boyfriend up to new heights.

you know the brit is teasing him, and alex is lapping up the drama, stirring the pot. you certainly don’t mind if it keeps charles’ hand wandering higher up your leg. you’re just being polite, lando knows that, charles definitely knows that, but his tight smile and clenched jaw paints a different picture.

“i think we need to get going.” charles pipes up suddenly, after what feels like an eternity of silence from the monegasque man, and he throws a few hundred euros down of the table. “see you in bahrain.” he glares at lando pointedly, and extends his hand to you.

you take it, grinning apologetically at lando and alex, who both wear the same shit-eating grins. they know exactly what they’ve done and they’re lapping up the visible irritation they’ve concocted in their friend.

charles opens your door when you reach his ferrari, silently closing it and walking around to the drivers side.


“not a word.” he grunts.

his hand slips into your panties as he starts the car, and your head tips back against the headrest.

-

he throws you onto the bed, no mercy, nothing forgiving behind his rage filled eyes. you wriggle up onto your elbows, watching the way his shirt sleeves are haphazardly rolled up, the way his hands rub together. your thighs clench. his jaw is ticking, and you can see the cogs turning in his mind, ideas brewing.

there’s no warning before pounces, shoving your floral dress up your thighs. he’s met with white lace, intricately textured, gone sheer with your arousal from the way he’d toyed with you in the car, and he sighs deeply, pained.

“this is what you wear out under this slutty fucking dress?” charles glares down at you, yanking at the fabric. the band snaps back against your belly and you gulp, hard. “nothing to say?” he tuts. “you didn’t seem to have a problem talking to my friends.”

“wore it for you, promise.” you whisper, eyes wide, pupils blown. charles scoffs.

“did you really? because it seems like you’ve forgotten who you fucking belong to.”

you don’t get a chance to reply because you’re stunned into silence when a tear sounds from between your thighs. you see a flash of white when he discards your underwear, throwing them to the floor. charles forces your legs apart, settling onto his belly as if he wants to examine you.

“still soaked.” he hums, impressed. “question is, cherie, for who?” he tilts his head condescendingly and your squirm.

as if to torture you, his nimble fingers trace your folds, spreading the wetness he’s created. you buck your hips at the pressure, it’s not nearly enough, and a low whine sounds from the back of your throat.

“all for you, baby.” you promise. “please, charlie.” you beg.

“is my precious girl getting desperate? hm?” he finds your clit, circling it with the pad of his calloused thumb. you nod profusely, and he’s obsessed with your compliance. “now you know how i felt watching him want you.” he spits.

charles plunges two fingers inside of you suddenly, and you cry out, grinding your hips to his rhythm. the stretch is so delicious that you barely register the burn, not that it matters with the way he’s slicked you up already.

“baby, ‘m all yours.” you’re getting desperate now, pleading with your eyes as much as you can between squeezing them shut every time your tummy tightens.

“i’m not so sure, think you need reminding still.” charles smirks, and his pace increases tenfold.

all you can hear is the wet slap of his fingers slamming into your pussy, his other hand teasing at your clit, just barely touching it. it riles you up endlessly, and your belly aches from how tight you’re clamping down around his hand.

“wanna cum.” you slur, dizzy from the shockwaves washing over you.

“ask nicely.” charles quips sternly, slapping your thigh. it sends a jolt through you and you can’t help it, spilling around his long digits.

you expect him to stop, to punish you for disobeying him, but he fucks you through your orgasm until you’re spent. he’s grinning when you manage to open your eyes.

“so that’s how you’re gonna be, hm? you wanna act like a slut, cherie? because believe me, i’ll treat you like one.” he speaks concisely, slowly, his voice low and threatening.

he points to your dress. “off. now.”

you scramble to peel it off, throwing it off of the bed, and your bra follows suit. you lay there bare, studying him. if you didn’t know him, love him, you’d think he’s his normal self, but you can see the way he’s digging his nails into his palm, can see the way his neck is flushed red. he unclenches his hands to undo his jeans, just enough so that his cock is on display, red and aggressively hard. you wonder how long he’s been like that.

charles kneels at the end of the bed, shifting until he’s hovering over you. the head of his cock nudges your clit, spreading the remnants of your orgasm over himself and your cunt, watching the way it flutters at the pressure. and then he’s sinking in, slow, deep. he’s heavy on top of you and you revel in the weight of him, his scent.

he grins when he bottoms out, letting out a low groan. he stills for a moment, looks at you, brushes a few strands of hair away from your pink flushed face.

“apologise.” charles coos, mockingly. your eyes well with tears, so much pressure swelling in your belly.

“charles.” you whimper, attempting to thread your fingers through his hair, but he catches your hand, sweeping up the other, and pins both of your wrists above your head.

“apologise.”

and you can’t help but ramble pathetically.

“i’m sorry, charlie, love you so much, ‘m so sorry.”

the feeling of his hips hitting yours is like water in the desert: luxurious, essential. the pace he sets is brutal, utterly fantastic, a stark contrast to anything he’s ever given to you before.

this entire experience is surreal, he usually dotes, whispers lovingly into your ear as he gently coaxes orgasms out of you. this could not be anymore different.

the power he exudes, fully clothed, rocking into your quivering, naked body turns you on endlessly, unlocking a part of yourself that you’d never let anyone else see before.

“you like it better like this, don’t you, cherie? when i fuck you hard like this?” you nod frantically. ���pretending to be the sweetest little angel when really, you’re nothing but a dirty fucking girl, letting him gawk at you. bet you loved it, all that attention.” charles grunts.

you arch into him, the elastic band in your core growing that bit too tight.

“maybe i need to fuck a baby into you, make sure everyone knows you’re all mine.” he whispers.

that’s all it takes. you reach your high instantly, spurred on by the filth he spouts. the tight, hot hold you have on him makes him see stars, and then he’s cumming, too, spilling warm and white into you.

it’s quiet for a moment, the air still, the smell of sex settling over the space. you relax into the bed, and gently, he pulls out of you. he smiles softly, fingers grazing your sweat dampened face. he unbuttons his shirt as he walks to the en-suite, returning to you shirtless and with a warm, damp cloth.

you smile sleepily as he cleans you up, wiping away the mess he’s made between your legs - as best as he can, anyways - and then he strips off his jeans, and clambers into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms so that your back is flush to his chest.

“was that okay?” he asks quietly. you roll over in his arms, raising your head to peck his jaw.

“more than okay.”

“i didn’t take it too far?”

“baby, it was perfect.” you giggle.

“you know i’m not mad at you, right? but i swear, if lando ever looks at you like that again, he won’t be having kids.”

-

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[filmbyjy]

MINESTREAM

PAIRING > park jongseong x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS > Wanting to start a new stream series with his best friends, Jay had a bright idea of playing some simple Minecraft with them. Everything was normal, until he realises there is another person in the call with them. He quickly learns that it was ni-ki’s older sister, (name). Watch how streaming a simple game of Minecraft can dig up some interesting feelings between the main leads.

GENRE > gaming streamers au + minecraft series au / romance + angst + silly and dirty jokes. i like a lot of innuendos because it makes the series more interesting. teen boy humour bc I’m 22 everyone😍 well turning 22 this year💀

FEATURING > the whole of enhypen + my lovely anon's oc, yvette.

SCHEDULE > i have internship coming up so i'll try my best to update it :'D / pretty irregular

TAGLIST > series has ended!

START: 17 February 2024 | END: 20th July 2024

PROFILES: broke people | twitch streamers

ONE: BACK DEMON🤺🤺🤺

TWO: he’s broken

THREE: late night✨🌃

FOUR: tough luck

FIVE: *falls down stairs*

SIX: minecraft with the boys!

SEVEN: play the game

EIGHT: asscrack [written]

NINE: slander park sunghoon day

TEN: new era🌟

ELEVEN: *wink wink*

TWELVE: are you shitting me

THIRTEEN: tell me about it

FOURTEEN: my pretty girl

FIFTEEN: that man is a f*cking simp [written]

SIXTEEN: you’re sexy PERIOD

SEVENTEEN: thats’s depressing, hyung

EIGHTEEN: sudden move

NINETEEN: no❤️

TWENTY: no dogs out

TWENTY-ONE: I cook cream soup

TWENTY-TWO: his lips looks soft [written]

TWENTY-THREE: keywords “shirtless” “about to kiss”

TWENTY-FOUR: I have my ways

TWENTY-FIVE: the blue laced panties

TWENTY-SIX: I’m a werewolf

TWENTY-SEVEN: hoonie has a crush

TWENTY-EIGHT: the jongseong way

TWENTY-NINE: sad wet cat

THIRTY: let’s talk about this another time

THIRTY-ONE: uh oh

THIRTY-TWO: you’ve been blocked

THIRTY-THREE: get the hair dye

THIRTY-FOUR: no invite?

THIRTY-FIVE: MineStream is back!

THIRTY-SIX: in love era

THIRTY-SEVEN: the ugly creature

THIRTY-EIGHT: FINALLY!! [written]

THIRTY-NINE: lump of meat

FOURTY: sloshy sounds

FOURTY-ONE: watch your back

FOURTY-TWO: military wife

FOURTY-THREE: how do I get away with m*rder

FOURTY-FOUR: we’re okay now

FOURTY-FIVE: the d*ck is good

FOURTY-SIX: finale

fin

got any questions about the cast or the smau?

MineStream: asks

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