#haven’t forgotten about it

[millenniumringg]

anyone remember these guys…

[chloesimaginationthings]

Why is he kinda...

These two asks were right next to each other, and I think that’s beautiful

[heavenbarnes]

pinching or biting older boyfriend simon’s nipple while he’s fucking you while his whole body weight on top of you and he just cums outta nowhere…teaching the old dog new tricks like you said. making that old perv feel like a young boy.

yeah YEAH 🥹🫶🏼

there’s an air about older bf!simon that says, he knows what he likes.

he likes slow days, fast cars, old music, pretty young things.

(just the one, though)

you get the idea.

matter is, simon knows what he likes and he’s got no problem asking for it.

“c’mere sweet’art and put y’tongue on it”

“yeah squeeze on it f’me”

“lean back, let me look at it- thas’ it”

that’s not to say he’s learnt about all there is for him to like.

they try to say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks but he’s your mean old dog and here you are with a hand tight on the leash teaching him things he never knew about himself.

like, since he’s known you, he’s learnt there’s nothing he likes more than dropping his body weight onto you and pressing you into the mattress.

he likes the way the air wooshes out of you and you kick your legs beneath him, pretending like you want to break free.

(likes it even better when you beg for it harder, in the midst of all that performing)

likes it even more when he does it while you’re on your back, so he can see the way your eyes roll in your head when he’s driving his cock so deep between your thighs you think you see stars.

likes the way you say his name.

likes the way he can make you drool a little.

what simon doesn’t know, but is about to find out, is he really likes it when you press the flat of your tongue to his pec and pinch his nipple between your teeth.

hard.

simon finds out he likes it a lot, finds out very quickly.

mans built like military precision, routine and order. you could set your watch by him.

but he takes even himself by surprise when the graze of your teeth has his back arching and the flood gates opening.

simon comes hard, with a devastating moan.

when he manages to open his eyes again, he finds you with a sickening grin on your face- fingers picking up his spend to lay across your tongue.

jesus christ.

just when he thinks he’s discovered every dirty little thing about himself, you’ve got to come along and do him one better.

turn him into a bad dog, turn him inside out.

[lazylittledragon]

ok i’ve got shadowlach wedding on the brain again and i’ve been cooking a Thought

you know how people will jokingly send wedding invites to royalty/celebrities and sometimes they actually show up

karlach would 100% invite drizzt do’urden to her wedding

[corvid-canidae-art]

Aromantic Pride Angel for @veldian! Enjoy :]

part 1 and 2 of these pride angel reaction images

[gojonanami]

me writing this cult leader geto fic:

[hopediamondart]

On the run

Masterlist

[alabasterpickles]

Have a little doodle I did about two weeks ago 🫣

I struggle posting thing individually, but I am working on fixing it

[royaltea000]

At the Three Pure Ones Abbey the Great Sage Leaves His Name; At the Slow Cart Kingdom the Monkey King Shows His Power

[leefyberrybread]

Silly Whirlybird!!

But decorative sketchbook page :]

[bigdumbbambieyes]

Billy’s been watching his boyfriend wear himself thin all week.

Hell, maybe even longer than that. Two or three weeks — a month, at most.

And it’s not like he’s a piece of shit boyfriend that doesn’t try to help, it’s that his stubborn as fuck boyfriend won’t let him.

Steve’s always carried his pride everywhere he went, even now. He’s swamped at work and hates it, he’s getting calls from the Hawkins brats every other night with questions about college or whatever else is going on in their lives, his parents are trying to buy property in San Diego so he’s going to look at houses when he can, he’s trying to spend time with Billy…

It’s just a lot at once.

And Steve won’t let Billy take anything off his overflowing plate for him.

So, Billy backs off, but does what he can. He cooks meals for them that’ll keep Steve going, he kisses him every chance he gets and mumbles quiet praise into Steve’s shoulder when they hug, he drives the pretty boy around to the viewings and whatever appointments he has.

He can see the dark circles under his boyfriend’s eyes now. How the light has dulled a little in his coffee bean eyes.

It’s infuriating and sad. Billy doesn’t understand why Steve can’t just fucking sit down for an afternoon and do nothing.

It’s late when Steve finally comes home, toeing his shoes off and complaining about what a dump the latest house was, how his mom would never approve of the flooring and that his dad would hate the landscaping. Billy just nodded along and lead Steve into the bathroom with him, starting up the shower.

The day washed off and comfy clothes on, they slip into bed and Steve rolls over onto his side away from Billy, expectant.

It’s cute. Billy fits himself in right behind Steve, his chest to his back, and their hands meet over Steve’s chest, their fingers interlocking.

They whisper ‘goodnight’ and Billy closes his eyes as he falls asleep to the scent of Steve’s shampoo.

But, he doesn’t stay asleep for too long.

He feels the sniffle before actually hearing it, Steve’s chest expanding with a stutter, the rain pattering against their bedroom window covering up the soft sounds of his boyfriend’s crying.

“Stevie?” Billy whispers, his voice thick from sleep as he blinks his eyes open, glancing at the clock and noting that it’s only been an hour.

“Oh—m’sorry,” Steve sniffles, glancing over his shoulder, and even in the dark of the room he can see his boyfriend’s tear-soaked eyelashes.

“Sorry? Why’re you sorry?” Billy murmurs, pulling him back into his chest, propping himself up a little so he can look down at Steve. He can’t help but to lean in and press his nose to his love’s cheek, feeling how hot it is, as they usually get whenever Steve finally musters up the energy to cry.

He’s like his mother that way. Things have to pile up before he lets himself cry it all out.

Steve doesn’t answer, just stares up at Billy with a crushed expression, his lip pouting and brows furrowed as he fights back the new tears wobbling in his eyes.

He makes this soft little pathetic sound in the back of his throat and Billy can’t help the little cooing sound he makes in return, pressing a couple kisses to Steve’s cheek before he murmurs, “C’mere.”

And Steve turns to face him instantly, cuddling into Billy’s chest and letting himself cry again, his body wracking with sobs as Billy rubs up and down his boyfriend’s back with a small, sad smile.

“What’s wrong?” Billy asks after a couple minutes, even though he already knows.

“I-I can’t sleep,” Steve sniffles again, “And my fucking shoulders hurts, like, I can’t get comfy, and work sucks and this entire…stupid thing with my parents is annoying but I wanna help them out, and the kids keep calling but they never did before so I wanna keep that connection but it’s all the time now—and I’m so tired…”

New tears come then, another wave, and Billy pets his hand through Steve’s dark hair, kissing his forehead and sliding his hand down to wipe away his tears, mumbling, “You’re always overworking yourself, baby, you gotta take a break…”

“But I don’t know how,” Steve half whines, because he always gets whiny when he cries. Billy hates that he thinks it’s cute.

“Well, we’ll figure that out together, yeah?” Billy hums, because honestly even he doesn’t fully know how to relax or take a break, but they’ve always made a great team.

“Yeah,” Steve mumbles, like he believes it, before reaching up to wipe at his wet face and he gives that awkward little laugh he always does after he cries, saying again, “Sorry.”

“Don’t gotta apologize for nothing, princess,” Billy smiles sleepily once their eyes meet, “I got you.”

Steve’s smile softens into something more genuine and he shifts closer again to press a kiss to Billy’s lips, mumbling instead, “Thank you…”

“Mm, much better,” Billy smiles against Steve’s mouth, happy to hear the soft laugh his boyfriend makes into the quiet darkness of their bedroom, the sound of the rain outside still going strong.

The next morning, Billy wakes up early. Too early. It’s so early he could go back to bed.

But, before he does that, he gets up and walks to the living room, where he unplugs the cord from the back of their phone.

Satisfied, he crawls back into bed and curls up against Steve’s side, listening to the sleepy sounds his boyfriend makes as he gets his much-deserved sleep in.

[downydig]

Thanks for making so many drawings of trans Andy, especially your vision of what he would look like in his human version

I can't it 100% describe how I feel seeing the drawings, but I love them, I can see myself and it's such a good feeling, it gives me a warm feeling in my chest and makes me happier. Mainly due to your body type and the way you portray it

Thanks again so much for this, have a great day!

This is an older ask… so I thought it appropriate to gift you a little trans Andy for being so sweet!

I also see myself in him a lot, he was a big help to me figuring myself out

I am definitely not the first person to project those feelings onto him, or to head cannon him in this way, but I am proud to have made such an impact on you and others! Thank you truly 🏳️‍⚧️

[oversizedsunhats]

Hi! Can we see more of your Papyton fanchild?? I really love your art 💜

YES!!!! Ive been meaning to draw them again! And thank you!!🫂🫂❤️

I like to think that they grow up with a passion for singing and performance like Mtt :)

[stars-obsession-pit]

A one-sided jazz x Jason or batkid idea

Okay before i get into my own thing, i wanna link this oneshot i found on AO3 which i think is rad

Growing up in Amity Park with mad scientists for parents had not engendered in Jazz a normal sense of danger. She was completely chill in situations that would make most others cower in fear. There’s a reason she was willing to live in as seedy a part of Gotham as she did instead of seeking out more expensive but theoretically safer student housing.

But even so, there were limits. And catching her neighbor climbing up the fire escape at night heavily armed and covered in blood and gore went way beyond them. She is not living next door to a serial killer! Especially considering the way she’d caught him staring at her recently…

Which brought her here, packing her bags as quickly as she could after watching him leave for… whatever it was that he did during the day. She was gonna call the cops on him (not that they were likely to actually do that much in Gotham) and then crash over at her friend’s place until her first chance to transfer colleges to somewhere else.

Then, turning to survey the apartment one last time, a thought struck her. A bit of blood stains and wreckage to make it look like she was kidnapped would hopefully prevent him from realizing she was onto him and coming after her for revenge. Plus, getting to work off some of her own anger by breaking things might be therapeutic.

…And so, when Jason returned to his apartment building later that afternoon, it was to see it surrounded by cop cars. Apparently, someone had kidnapped his neighbor Jazz and ransacked her apartment. And there were no leads except that in her call, she had mentioned seeing a blood-soaked figure enter the building a previous night.

He felt dread and rage boil in his gut. He’d never even noticed anyone watching them. Could they have been after him, and attacked her as collateral? He hadn’t even asked her out yet, but he had mentioned his crush around his minions before. If that was the reason, whoever had snitched would pay.

Or even if it was just a coincidence, he’d still make those responsible regret it.

It was time for Red Hood to start hunting once again.

[jambamthepaperman]

So we can all agree that that hug was an ‘I still love you hug’ right?

[thetrinitytest]

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