#happy bbies

[lanwangjihouse]

[hellfire--cult]

It was your first ever thanksgiving with Eddie, and you sadly had to work the day before and part time on the same day of the festivity. You were completely destroyed you couldn't cook anything at all for Eddie and Wayne, but--

Eddie outdid himself.

He made the turkey the day before, the smell of it filling up your nostrils when you entered your small apartment. The pumpkin pie was ready to be put in the oven the next day where you worked in the morning.

When you came back from work in the afternoon, there were mashed potatoes with gravy on the table as well, a green bean casserole, and the turkey, and Wayne brought in homemade bread and a pumpkin pie for the fridge.

You could almost cry from how amazing Eddie was to you, knowing you would be stressed from work, and going out of his way to get recipes and follow the steps like a soldier. When you chewed on the turkey, your eyes filled with tears from delight, because it was delicious, and emotion, turning to talk to him,

"We could of ordered stuff, you didn't have to do it all alone." And he was confused at your comment but smiled, kissing your shoulder.

"You don't deserve a pizza for Thanksgiving. You deserve this and if I wasn't running out of time, I would of cooked more things for you." Wayne was only rolling his eyes at the sweet filled interaction and you were just looking at your boyfriend with adoration in your eyes.

"Why?"

"Because I love you and like I said, you deserve the best and I will be the one to bring that for you. Now shut up and eat."

Oh, but another feeling surged through you. This man wanted to take care of you, love on you, dote on you, protect you, pamper you, and just make you the happiest person in the world. You looked down at the stuffed turkey on your plate--

You were impatient now. His laughter and his voice when he talked, his mannerisms of giving a squeeze to your hand or your thigh, and you didn't want to be mean but-- You needed Wayne to go. Your love for Eddie was exploding in other ways, keeping it romantic, but you were in need of showing it to him.

So when Wayne finally left, Eddie sighed and started picking the left overs, but you immediately slammed your hands on the table, making him squeal from the scare.

"Sweetheart, what the actual fu--"

"Take off your pants."

The comment echoed throughout the small living room, with the plate of mashed potatoes in his hands while he stared wildly your way. If he squinted enough, he could see your nostrils flaring and probably steam coming out of them.

"What did you say--"

"You fucking heard me. I need to show you how grateful I am or I will lose my goddamn mind." Your voice was coming through your teeth while Eddie was putting down the plate on the table again and he raised his hands at you as if taming a wild animal.

"Baby, you don't need to do anything, it was a pleasure--"

"I swear to god Eddie, I want to suck your dick until you are dehydrated and I want you to stuff me like you did with that fucking turkey. So... Get. Those. Pants. Off."

Who knew you could get rid of pants in 1.2 seconds? Not Eddie.

[luxurychristmaspudding]

beg | frankie morales x f!reader

summary: frankie's tied up, strung out. it's just a matter of how long he lasts.

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

ratings/warnings: 18+, MDNI. established relationship. sub!frankie. soft dom(ish)!reader. bondage. edging. mention of using a strap. oral, f&m receiving. unprotected p in v. keeping our boy pussy drunk on national catfish day yk.

wc: 1.7k

an: *sigh* look. i had some thoughts. the itch needed to be scratched. this is a tiny thing and i fear it's no good, but here we are.

In all you've done over the past few months, you don't think you've ever seen Frankie so strung out beneath you. You suppose, tonight, he's got good reason.

Because this must be torture. His wrists cuffed to the bed frame above him, tan arms taught in their restraints. His ankles tied, too - legs spread across the bed - body rendered completely immobile. He's barely been able to make a sound above a whimper, a whisper, a moan. Barely allowed to, as his cock weeps against his stomach, pearly beads of precum smearing against his skin, pooling just below his navel.

Sweat is teasing his curls into tighter ringlets, glistening in the hollow of his throat. The tendons in his neck pulled tight as he cranes his head up to watch you, lipstick marks staining the skin all the way up to his forehead. You'd swiped your lips there as you rode him earlier, chest pressed to chest, able only to moan yourself as you listened to the obscene sound of your soaked cunt pulling him in, pushing him out. Hardly able to perform the role you'd established after so much teasing, focused solely on the thick stretch of him, the fullness of his cock, the way his tip ached against your cervix. It had felt so good, having him so close, so submissive. So willing to be used, so trusting, so eager to feel you come around him.

And he'd looked gorgeous. Fighting to keep his eyes open, jaw slack, throat struggling around a swallow, around the plea of your name. He'd grappled with his self-control as you fucked yourself through every crest, as your pussy fluttered at his begging.

He'd wanted you to make it difficult for him, wanted you to push him tonight. So when you saw that pleading, wide-eyed panic on his face, you'd dragged yourself off of him. Off of his gorgeous, swollen cock, leaving him to pulse and twitch, leaning back on your calves to trail your fingers through the mess between your thighs.

He watches as you shudder at the touch, closing your eyes before meeting his, dark and burning. Lipstick up his chest, down to his bitten, nibbled-pink belly.

'You want a taste, baby boy?'

'Sí, mi cielo.'

He barely breathes as you lean forwards, slotting two fingers into his wet, waiting mouth. He fucking moans at the taste of you, swirling his tongue into any crevice of skin he can find, swiping it beneath your nails. You coo approvingly as you hook your thumb beneath his jaw, pressing the digits down on his tongue just to watch his eyelids fly open. He gags and drools a little, and you pout at him.

'Look so pretty with your mouth full, Frankie.'

He hums around your fingers, pupils blown, eyes glazed.

'Should keep it full more often, huh? Keep my pussy in your mouth all the time.'

He whines at that, body surging in a desperate attempt to move. You giggle, and he whimpers. You lick your lips.

'Or maybe... maybe we could dig out the strap, huh? Have you on your knees, choking on my cock?'

Your fingers fall from his lips with a soft pop as his head hits the pillow beneath him. You watch, smiling, as he hisses a fuck, tries to claw deep breaths into his lungs. As he squeezes his eyes shut, swallows harshly. Once. Twice.

You sit back again, one hand reaching between his legs to pull at his cock, soaked with your slick and come, running your thumb through the creamy ring you left at the base. He grits his teeth, jaw clenched so tight you wonder whether the bone could shatter.

He's close, so close. You want to know how far he'll let you take him before he careens off the edge. 

You squeeze a little harder at his tip, and he keens.

'Please, baby. Please -'

'Please what, Francisco?'

'I don't - I don't wanna come yet -'

'You want me to stop?' You ask, still fisting his cock, painfully slow. You can feel the kick of his heartbeat in it, knowing yourself you're playing with fire.

'Mhm, yes -'

You release him, letting his length slap back against his belly. He gasps and pants as you shush him, crawling up his body, retracing the path of your stained lips before you capture his in a heated kiss. You lick into his mouth, and he lets you. So pliant, so good, so easy. You grip his jaw to keep his mouth open, and pull back to look him in the eye.

'If you don't want to come, baby boy, is there something else I can give you?'

His tongue works in his open mouth, his words garbled. You spit slowly into the darkness there, and lean down to suck on his lip.

'Can't hear you, Francisco. Speak up for me, baby.'

He moans, tries again, louder. You get the gist of it, but it's so fun to play with him like this. You shake your head, grinning.

'Mm, you're not asking properly, are you, niñito? Good boys only get things when they ask properly.' He stares back at you, eyebrows furrowed, pleading.

'Maybe I'll just have to leave you here, all tied up -'

He shakes his head so firmly you lose your grip, and you can't fight the way your smile grows.

'No,' he gasps, 'Please, hermosa. Sit on my face, I want you to sit on my face -'

'Oh, baby. Then you should have said so.'

You grin at him, wicked, as you peel yourself from his sweaty chest, taking a moment to decide how this should go. You tilt your head before swinging your legs over his torso so your back is facing him, moving up the bed to hover your cunt above his mouth. You place your hands firmly on his hips.

You can hear, rather than see, how he struggles to stretch his mouth to you, his little whimpers and whines as you wiggle your ass slightly.

'Por favor, cielo, please, I need -'

You cut him off with another giggle, watching his thighs and cock twitch before you.

'I know what you need, Francisco. But I need you to beg.'

He's louder this time. Needy.

'Please, baby, please. Need you in my mouth. Need to taste you, wanna feel you, need to make you come, hermosa. Wanna smell like you, wanna be yours, need you, need you on m-'

You drop your hips, clit catching on his bottom lip, and his response is immediate. His groan is muffled by your cunt, but his tongue is instantly fixed at a point, lapping at the slick you've been steadily leaking, tracing a path up to your pearl. And then he's spiralling in tight circles, sucking slightly on the bundle of nerves before moving his lips and tongue as one. Getting you messy, just the way you like it - the way he likes it. You lean further forward, belly to belly now, biting your fist until it bruises against the moans clawing up your throat. He's good, he's so good. You can feel slick dripping from your hole to your clit at this angle, drooling from your cunt to Frankie's eager, hungry mouth. Smeared over his skin, his lips, his nose, soaking his beard.

This time, when the moan comes, you release it. Long and loud, broken towards the end. Let your hot breath pour over the skin just above Frankie's neglected dick, and you watch the way he flinches at the sensation.

Perfect.

Regaining your composure, you reach out your tooth-marked hand, tracing your fingers along the curls at his base. He shivers at your touch, but his tongue never pauses. He works you so precisely, so eagerly, that you can feel the burn of your orgasm approaching, can tell by how wet Frankie's mouth is on you that he also knows, tasting the slick you're pulsing out.

You need to work fast.

You take the tip of your finger, trailing up through the hair, up the ridged lines of his cock. The swollen veins, the soft skin, the stickiness of you and the glide of the precum he's covered in. You slide it around the tip, pressing it into the weeping slit before rubbing the digit along the sensitive underside, and this time, Frankie stutters. His hips jolt, his tongue pauses. And then he waits. Waits for the scolding, the punishment. But you say nothing. Just keep touching him, moaning, tracing the same path. Up, around, down, until you lean closer, breathing his heady musk in, before pressing soft, wet kisses to his base, up, up, shifting until you can fit his tip in your mouth.

He must know how you've set him up. He can't pull you off him, can't shift his hips away. Can't tell you to stop with his mouth stuffed full of your cunt. Can't communicate with his eyes when you've got your back to him.

Can't beg you not to make him come. Not without your permission.

It makes some sadistic little coil of pleasure bloom through your stomach. His panting breaths as he continues to eat you, his tense thighs, his curled toes. You relax your throat just enough to take him all the way into your mouth, and swallow.

It's all he needs. You shift your hips as he starts to come, a rattling, hoarse No- ripping from him. He fills your mouth quickly - silky, salty - and you let it dribble down his pulsing length, your clit twitching in an effort to join him. When the last spurts have hit your tongue, when he’s whimpering and heaving, you swallow. You make a show of arching your back, of rising slowly. Of detaching yourself from him, of your disapproval.

When you look at him, he's wrecked. Spent, barely on earth. But his eyes shine with tears, with embarrassment.

'Lo siento, cielo.' He croaks, but you shake your head.

'Not good enough, Francisco,' you murmur, 'You know you can do better than that, don’t you?'

He nods, chin quivering.

'I know, too, baby. And you were doing so well.'

'I’m sorry.' He says again, barely above a whisper.

You tut at him, moving to press a tender kiss to his forehead.

'It's okay, sweetheart. This time. This time, you'll wait for me.'

[ebechnasheim]

The happiness and pride all over their faces 🥹 | source

[pan-magi]

I want to shout out how joyful and emotionally vulnerable Aladdin and Alibaba are as protagonists. There are a lot strong supporting characters, and all of them could carry their own series (of course it's Sinbad that gets it lmao). But Ohtaka chose two precious cinnamon bun boys who are so full of life. It feels like a toss up for shounen archetypes to a (possibly angsty) loner and introvert or precious balls of fluff. Others certainly exist (I grew up with Dragonball and Goku is the fluffball himbo). I love characters who are open and lovable and simply the best.

This is to say nothing against Morgiana. I adore my girl so much. I think it's also important though that out of the three of them, she's the most emotionally reserved. She has plenty of reason to be. On the flipside, I love that the girl is allowed to be that. She's allowed to be reserved, unsure, and sometimes overwhelmed and doesn't have to carry the emotional weight for the boys as the girl on the team. She's still a good part of the heart of the three of them though lol; at least close to Alibaba. (Aladdin, ily, and his intuition around reading people is fantastic. However, he did grow up in isolation, and the tact is not always there haha.)

I love them. K, thanks, bye.

[justafriendlyhuman]

The Yugi twins without trauma (imagine lol)

inspired by this piece of official art:

[majycka]

hi quick random question, do you think Kyoto students and utahime especially her dynamic with Gojo could have been utilised a bit better in shibuya because they have potential if they were fleshed out.

what are your thoughts i just feel there could have been potential.

There certainly was a potential anon!

Reading this linkspooky anon ask, she said that the mechamuru traitor plot line could've been fleshed out more to point out the flaws of the school system(which gege isn't really interested in exploring) thus also allowing us to explore the differences between teacher Gojo and Utahime plus their kids. I agree with what the anon and she had to say so imma try to explain it further.

I know canon told us that Utahime was able to figure out the mole via process of elimination but if we were to really to draw out the traitor plot line, I can imagine Utahime, the investigator, digging deeper into the motive on why possible Mechamaru even considered doing it. She's an attentive teacher afterall so I wouldn't doubt she probably cares about why her kid ends up like that. In this way, we get to see the differences between how Gojo and Utahime treat their kids as well as how the school system using these kids as child soldiers affects them. Through this way, we get to see Gojo and Utahime interact more. I’d dare say that Utahime will probably call out the way how absent and “sink-or-swim” Gojo’s ways of teaching are. I mean, it does work for his students, but sometimes he ignores a crucial and obvious part that they are STILL kids.

That’s the whole point of Nanami’s care for Yuuji who’s originally under Gojo’s wing, and how Yuuji expressed that it’s Nanami underestimating his skills when in fact, Yuuji is STILL a child, and Nanami, as the adult, has to protect him.

Gojo is not too aware of this fact that they ARE still child soldiers because he is raised in the same system afterall. However, with Utahime’s caring, and doesn’t-take-any-bullshit-from-Gojo personality, there’s no doubt she’ll call the fuck out of him. 

Moving on to the actual students themselves, I actually like how Gege kept the Kyoto kids lowkey in this arc and when they showed up, they were a team (even Todo included with his help with Yuuji). I'd like it more if we were shown how the Kyoto kids navigated the culling game arc because the game could have forced Kyoto plus Tokyo to cooperate with each other. Maybe even under Utahime's wing because most of the adults got nerfed in Shibuya. Also, Kyoto kids offer the weaker pov things in the series, and I'm all out for underdog characters. There’s just lots of inner conflict going on when you’re in a world who favors the strong while the weak gets hammered down. 

Moreover, another thematic potential I can think for the kyoto-tokyo dynamic is sharing comradery on entering adulthood. This is somehow shown with Kamo & Maki vs Naoya fight, and imo, this fight is a good CANON example that "at the very verryyy least"  fulfilled the potential of the Kyoto-Tokyo dynamic.

More yapping under the cut cuz this is actually one of my fav fights in CG arc >.<

The goodwill event shows the battling philosophies of the schools, however it also shows how complementary they are..Kyoto wants to be understood in a lashing out way but Tokyo merely responded with callousness to it and has the "who cares what others think" mindset.

Nobara and Momo fight on misogyny

Mechamaru expressing his disability with panda

Megumi vs Kamo "We are the same"

Maki and Mai "why didn't you left the Zenin clan"

I mean Tokyo ain't wrong about their individualistic mindset but at the same time, it just sounded unsympathetic especially when all those kids are all in the SAME boat being child soldiers under the jjk ruthless system. Kyoto kids unhealthily lashes out but they aren't wrong about it either cuz it's a reality that they suffer a lot from this system. These openness of Kyoto Tech however did make them closer like mutamiwa and kyoto girls (mai, miwa, momo).

Overall, Tokyo needed the Kyoto comrade nature while at the same time Kyoto needed the independence of Tokyo kids and in that kamo-maki vs Naoya fight, it showed us how these philosophies made a great working teamwork for them...

Recap to that fight, Naoya shows up as a cursed spirit and boom maki has to deal with it now luckily Kamo is there to help. With the help of Kamo's teamwork, Maki was bought some time to recover (deal with those samurai and sumo duo) and boom defeat him. 

Kamo sympathised with Maki’s situation after the fight. Even back in the fight with Megumi, Kamo seems to be one trying to seek understanding from kids under the big clans because he kinda understands the pressure they are under. Despite barely interacting on screen, it's no wonder 100% Kamo backed up Maki. Moreover, what makes this fight pair up fulfilling is the parallels they have despite being different ends of the spectrum. They even opened up about their family problems, and this is coming from Maki who tends to keep to herself.

"Don’t fall in the same rut."

Maki opens up and give advice in communicating more to their family because Maki regretted not doing the same for their mom, and we cut to throwback of the Kamo’s mom was that she named him Noritoshi just to spite the Kamo clan.

I've seen criticism about this part. It's pretty shitty the mom named her kid practically Hitler,  abandoned the same kid, and expects the kid himself to come back, and I agree with the criticism. However, looking at it from a different angle, it's shown at the same time that jjk is a coming of age series, kids growing into adulthood aka shouldering the shit that adults have failed to do...

Adults can be shit at doing their job to their kids like what Kamo's mom did to Noritoshi. Like c'mon mom! you could have done your job as an adult and be the one to approach your kid or pull him out of the clan situation but no. Sometimes the Reality is fully accepting that parents are shitty sometimes and the kid of the situation has to push themselves to be mature and take over the adult's work, and as for Kamo, that is having to be the one to find his mother to find closure and from then on, he will be the one to decide what will be next.

[woozyhere]

life has thrown me some CURVE BALLS recently- I promise I've not forgotten my lil freaks in my phone <33 I always come back... anyway um -

[fleshacker]

Before the storm

[toyaneko]

Hiii dropping this

HOLD UP?!?!? THEY HAPPY

[thehappiestgolucky]

man i forgot how much pain awakened damion fight was without conquerer peripts and blast arrows <- too poor on their switch save

[ravensroleplays]

Holy cow. We've really had ten years of Five Nights at Freddy's. To be honest, I've actually been toying around with what I wanted to do for FNAF's 10-year anniversary project for a while now. I had a couple ideas, but they were pretty much just based off stuff other people did. All I knew was that I wanted to use my versions of the ghost kids from my FNAF AU, because while I may not do as much for it as I used to, I did have a lot of fun writing, drawing, and RPing for it way back when, and I still love these babies :P

Eventually, I decided to do a redraw of the customization screen from the first game with the ghost kiddos in place of their respective animatronics.

Not a perfect redraw by any means--the squares each character was in ended up getting wonky and I couldn't think of how to fix them, and I kind of just gave up on the background colors, but you know what? I'm still happy with how this turned out :P

Original pic under cut.

If you 'like' my art, I respectfully ask that you reblog it as well.

[cyellolemon]

A comic about cooking for the guy you're in love with 💖

I love my gay people!!

Ocs: Yu (white hair, he/him) and Meg (any pronouns) when they're older!! (Around 22~23)

[aerois]

So I had this whack-ass dream I got isekai’d into Tales of Symphonia, but also Raven from Vesperia showed up in Luin as a cameo??? Like he was just chillin and I went up to him and I was like “Oh my God this is so cute where’s Karol” and he was like “Who the fuck is Karol” and I was like “Literally please die” deadass right to his face

[howthesleeplesswander]

@magnifiico liked this post for a starter!

((these two are so excited to get at each other asfdjlsd our hearts could never have been ready T~T))

"Mi rey?" Amaya's voice, soft as it was, still echoed in the king's cavernous office, joined by the muted thud of the ornate door as she closed it behind her. Immediately, her gaze found Magnifico ever-poised at his work station across the room; and immediately, the stern expression she'd worn on her way up the stairs softened with affection. A sigh fluttered down to her shoes: mostly fond, but with a whisper of exasperation in its final notes.

"I understand why you have such...rigorous qualifications for your apprentice," she began as she crossed the room, "but it really creates quite a spectacle when the candidates you've rejected are seen fleeing the castle in tears."

Admittedly, the childishly dramatic crocodile-tears of the young lady whom Amaya had just escorted off the castle grounds were proof of being an ill fit for the position. Still, a delicate grimace sullied the curve of the queen's lips by the time she stood beside her king.

"What happened this time?" she asked, gently expectant.

[hanablooms]

*1 AM THOUGHTS/DELUSIONS ABOUT SPY X FAMILY MY FAV SERIES*

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I'm most curious where damian would go now in next chapter? Cuz the dorm students were given home passes for the night and there's no way melinda will take him home imo and I don't suppose henderson sensei will let him stay ALL ALONE in the dorms after a major traumatic experience or that Anya would let him go just like that after reading Melinda's crazy thoughts so... WHAT IF? Our long spun Damian staying at the forger house manifestion comes true now? Huhh?

After all our previous fanfic/fanart scenarios of yor coming to the rescue and anya praising damian DID become canon!

/Hana in her delusional world/ ON MY WAY TO WRITE AND POST MY FIRST DAMIANYA FANFIC🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️(on this blog and AO3, I'll make time for it in my study breaks but now I WILL do it!!) to cope cuz I can't take it anymoreeee this anime's crazyyy(*」>д<)」\___/

I will add more short theories and stuff I noticed and thought about this series slowly at my pace since studies and exams hit me very hard lol TvT Id be glad if ppl agree or find these helpful! I'm open to interact anytime as long as you're just polite and I love discussions!!