#bites my knuckles

[deityforged]

❛  you mean a lot to me.  ❜

 *  ―  𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑴 𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑭𝑭𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. @ardenssolis.

The pair of them are sprawled out on the softest of pillows, Ashmi's form draped against the ruler's , with her face tucked almost entirely into the crook of his neck. The heat of the day had forced an early retreat from their outside wanderings, but arguably this was just as pleasant an experience. Golden eyes droop in half awake state, fully intending on just drifting to slumber, with her arm wrapped around Ozymandius' waist, & his hand in her hair.

You mean a lot to me.

Those five words sure do startle her out of her daze, eyes snapping awake as she stares at the sheets - surely, he can hear her heart now - a steady thump, thump, thump that only has quickened in the last 30 seconds to an even quicker rate - perhaps it is her own sensitive hearing, but the feline could swear that even the palace guards outside would be able to hear it. How embarrassing.

Nose briefly scrapes against Ozy's neck, as eyes close again, breath shuddering for a moment before she is able to respond. If her voice is shaky, don't mind her.

' You mean the world to me, My King. I mean it. '

[devil-in-hiding]

something somthing while they all take turns with bartender!reader and getting you back for teasing them and not letting them touch for months, they each hold your left hand either pinned above your head, pinned to your lower back to force you to arch that much more, or on their own chest, forcing you to see the now empty finger, forcing you to think about that ridiculous lie you'd been telling for months that kept you from this (this being body shaking, mind shattering orgasms that leave you boneless and pleading for more)

- vgilantee

John lets his boys get their fill first, Kyle being the greediest, leaving your limp and twitching as he strokes his cock over your face, wrenching your jaw open as he paints your face with a hissed “fuckin’ cock tease”

but then your being bent in half, no time to gather yourself before John is bullying his cock into your achy hole, gripping your wrist in one hand when you weakly push at his chest.

“You know how many nights I sat in that pub, being a right gentleman because I thought my pretty bird was off limits? How many nights I thought about splitting this fat fuckin cunt open on my cock?” He ends in a growl, pinning your hands above your head as he hitches one of your legs over his shoulder

[jodiespolaroids]

Jodie Comer for ELLE

📸: Cass Bird

[ooliecat]

i used to really like these two

[kortac-sweetheart]

it IS beyond pet play, it's beyond dominance or submission, it's the intimacy of a man who's been hurt so many times, a man who bites the hand off before a blow against him is even landed, giving up control to little ol you and accepting whatever comes with that, whatever you see fit to give him -simp anon

there’s a special place at the very apotheosis of heaven for you, my dear nonnie.

god, the amount of trust that man has in you to willingly kneel at your feet and let you do whatever to him. he knows that you’ll take care of him, that you won’t lead him astray.

he’ll allow you to reshape him as you see fit, malleable for his little love and what you need. and he doesn’t mind, he never does, as long as it’s you.

he’s a man that’s so vicious, violent and dangerous, who has killed many and will go on to kill more and yet, when your lives are in each other’s palms then he’ll never ever harm you, no matter what.

he’d rather kill himself than even think of hurting his little love, he can’t stomach the thought, feeling ill and nauseous from it.

that’s when the crawls over to you, where you’re sitting, all weepy eyed and disconsolate, kneeling— he seeks comfort and salvation in you.

it feels so natural, before this moment, before you, there was always something missing in his heart— his soul. but after meeting you, it’s like the last piece of the puzzle, the key to his lock, you’re the one to mend the hole in his heart.

and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[usertoxicyaoi]

"They despised you, trampled on you and cursed you, just because you don't belong to the same race as them. How did it feel? Don't you hate them? Don't you feel aggrieved? You're not a sinner, but they still hate you."

FANGS OF FORTUNE (2024). EPISODE TWENTY FIVE.

[respectthepetty]

I hope North knows he could get whatever he wants from Johan.

Anything! Everything! ALL THE THINGS!

All he has to do is ask.

Because Johan is NEVER going to let him go.

[ohhamlet-art]

One last black bird without a place to be turns around, in hopes to find the place it last knew rest.

[saystrinity]

very much inspired by the fact i am Physically Unable to stay still irl :)))) also tysm for all the love on the last post!! i’ve always been scared of posting my work so i’ve been hiding away from the eyes of the interwebs for yoooonkksss

enjoy!!

⋆.˚ ❛ hcs ; chuckle sandwich x fidgety reader ! ༘⋆

꒷꒦ charlie:

absolutely matching your freak fidget

drumming his fingers against your collarbone when his arm is draped around your shoulder

constant hand squeezing, dude is trying to crack your knuckles for you

matching sets of bouncing legs

੭ ̊ schlatt:

“can you just- can you- dude.”

non-stop huffing, as if he doesn’t love the way you trace such intricate patterns against his arms whenever you can

will be buying you any stupid fidget toy he can find (that just reminded me. does anyone remember 300 chinese finger traps from the billboard video. cause i do)

eventually starts picking up the same habits, grumbling when you catch him out, him drawing those same designs in your skin the next time you’re together

✰ ˚ ted:

exasperated “babe”s, every single time

will teddy bear you into submission when you’re cuddling, every available limb curled around your body to hold you down and stop you from repositioning for the umpteenth time

biting back his grin when your fingers dance along an especially ticklish spot of his, playfully swatting you away to stop before it’s even started

100% lecturing you about the dangers of knuckle cracking (while you are loudly going ham on them right next to his ear. you do not stop. stick it to the man.)

[clottedscream]

just finished reading @ohcorny ‘s graphic novel Hunger Bites and OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH. i want to read about them going on adventures together solving supernatural mysteries for like 700 more books they’re SO charming and fun!!

[lazy-ahh]

HOME IS WHERE YOU ARE

pairing jason todd x gender neutral reader

the blood on his gloves isn't yours. the ache in his chest is. it's been there since the first time you kissed him - this relentless, terrifying need that claws at his ribs whenever he's away from you.

the city sprawled beneath him like a living thing—glistening with rain-slick streets and fractured neon reflections, breathing in the way only gotham could. the air smelled like exhaust and distant rain, the kind of chill that seeped into bones no matter how many layers you wore. jason perched on the edge of a rooftop, one knee drawn up, his helmet resting beside him like a discarded thought. the wind tugged at his hair, sharp and insistent, but he barely felt it.

his fingers flexed against the concrete ledge, rough beneath his gloves. he should be moving. should be working. but his mind was elsewhere, tangled up in the warmth of your sheets, the quiet hum of your voice, the way your breath hitched when he kissed that spot just below your ear—

god.

all he could think about was you.

the way your voice softened when you said his name, syllables curling around it like a secret. the way your hands always found his, fingers slotting together like they were made to fit, like you were afraid he’d vanish if you didn’t keep him anchored. the way you smiled at him—soft, fond, like he was something good, something whole, even when he knew the truth of what he was.

he exhaled, slow, watching his breath fog in the cold air.

he missed you.

it was stupid. ridiculous. he’d seen you barely a handful of hours ago, before he’d dragged himself out into the gotham night. you’d kissed him slow, lazy, like time itself had unraveled just for the two of you—like he was something worth savoring. (and you, stubborn as ever, would argue that time spent on him wasn’t wasted, not ever. "time with you," you’d say, voice all soft and sure, "is the only time that matters.") your hands had lingered on his chest, thumbs tracing the edge of his kevlar like you were memorizing the shape of him, and for one reckless, dizzying moment, he’d almost said fuck it and stayed. almost let the city burn if it meant another hour tangled in your sheets, in your warmth, in you.

and now here he was, heart aching like some lovesick idiot, like he hadn’t spent half his life pretending he didn’t need anything at all.

a shout echoed from the alley below, sharp and panicked. the sound snapped him back into his body, into the night, into the work waiting for him.

right.

work to do.

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

blood bloomed across his knuckles, dark and slick, painting the cracked leather of his gloves. the sharp snap of bone beneath his fists echoed in his ears, followed by a choked-off scream that dissolved into whimpers. the air was thick with it—the copper sting of blood, the acrid sweat of fear, the gunpowder clinging to his jacket like a second skin. this was easy. this was simple. this was the language he spoke fluently, the only one that ever made sense in the jagged edges of his world.

but then—

silence.

just for a breath. just long enough for his mind to turn traitor.

how could you love him? how could you look at him—really look—and not flinch away? he was a patchwork of scars and fury, all sharp edges and half-healed wounds, a weapon honed by pain and rage. he knew what he was. knew the weight of the blood on his hands, the ghosts that clung to his shadow.

and yet—

you touched him like he was something precious. like he wasn’t already ruined. your fingers traced the scars on his skin like they were something to cherish, your voice soft and steady even when he was anything but. you held him like he was fragile, like he’d break if you held him too tight, and that was the cruelest joke of all—because he was already broken, and you were the only thing holding him together.

he didn’t deserve you.

he didn’t deserve the way your laughter warmed him from the inside out, didn’t deserve the way you sighed his name like it was a prayer, didn’t deserve the way you looked at him like he was something good.

but christ, he wanted to.

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

the bike roared beneath him as he carved through gotham's veins, tires eating up asphalt as streetlights bled into golden streaks in his periphery. his body ached with the familiar symphony of bruises and cracked ribs, his mind weighed down by the night's violence, but none of it mattered because all he could think was you, you, you—the phantom memory of your hands in his hair, your laughter ringing in his ears, the way your breath hitched when he kissed you like he was starving for it.

the apartment was dark when he finally stumbled through the door, save for the flickering blue glow of some late-night infomercial playing to an empty room. there you were, sprawled across the couch like some domestic daydream, tangled in that godawful batman blanket alfred had gifted you as a joke (the one jason pretended to despise but secretly adored because it meant you were warm, because it meant you were here).

he leaned against the doorframe, just watching. memorizing the way your chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, the way your lashes fluttered with some dream he'd never know, the way your fingers twitched like they were searching for him even in sleep.

then you stirred, blinking up at him with sleep-heavy eyes, and your lips curled into that soft, drowsy smile that never failed to unravel him stitch by stitch.

"hey, red hood," you murmured, voice rough with sleep but laced with amusement. "save any kittens from trees tonight?"

he huffed a laugh, already shrugging off his jacket. "nah, just a few assholes from getting their teeth kicked in. you know, the usual community service."

you grinned, shifting to make room for him. "gotham's lucky to have you."

"gotham's a pain in my ass," he grumbled, but he was already sinking onto the couch beside you, his body gravitating toward yours like it was the only thing that made sense.

his chest tightened when you reached for him, fingers brushing the fresh cut on his cheekbone with a tenderness that threatened to undo him completely.

"missed you," you whispered, like it was a secret.

he leaned into your touch, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing you in—laundry detergent and that stupidly expensive shampoo you loved and something so inherently you it made his ribs ache. "missed you more."

you laughed, quiet and warm and his, pulling him close until there was no space left between you.

home wasn't four walls or a roof or a city that never slept.

home was you.

always you.

1.1k words, short and sweet, all just about how jason misses you every time he's away from you for longer than five minutes. like. chronically. pathetically. scrap that, three minutes. okay, scrap that too, he'd miss you if you weren't in his sight after five heartbeats- (this man is a 6'2" weapon of mass destruction who folds like a lawn chair the second you smile at him. i respect it and i NEED IT.)

[macabrebatz]

The movie hasn’t even come out yet but…hear me out

[meowuff]

I have the weird feeling that I have a specific pattern in picking my fav character from any given show...

I wonder what that says about me...

[zappedbyzabka]

[respectthepetty]

Dear Monster Next Door,

Thank you for understanding exactly what we've always wanted from Big for the past few years.

The man is a dog and a wall.

-> I <- need this.

[shima-draws]

I do have to say tho Pudding ranting about how sweet and kind and handsome and loving and talented Sanji is and Luffy going “I KNOW RIGHT?? He’s the best!!” is SO Sanlu core. She literally said he’s perfect husband material and Luffy agreed in every way short of resting his head in his palms with a dreamy look on his face going “Yeah…he is 💖” Shut up. I can’t even look at them right now