#he works so hard

[littlecrittereli]

Getting off the late shift

I haven't drawn in like 4 months be nice to me please

Guardianship au...... oh guardianship au......

he's planning on just resting his eyes so he can go finish his homework (he is falling asleep and waking up unable to move his neck)

[ehghtyseven]

You're just the 9th penguin to record your first 400 points with the team. What does that mean to you, to have all of them with Pittsburgh? [x]

[bamboozledbystander]

Although I felt bad for him, I was also crying laughing when reading this part.

Poor Haru...😭😭

[shardkn1ght]

Dose Leo work at senor hueso pizza restaurant?

Yes he dose when he gets a little older! Hueso insists that Leo doesn’t need to work as they earn enough as is, but Leo says he needs to do his part. Leo absolutely thrives in he’s work, and I think Hueso feels proud that his son finds so much joy in it to.

[bee623]

I genuinely cannot describe how deeply DEVASTATED I am about riz being the only one who can take stress tokens for the others. Yes fig is a protector and will fight endlessly for her friends and I love that about her but there is something about the way riz loves his friends. It’s a more subtle kind of love, but just as relentless and passionate and he will take any burden for the people he cares about and bear the weight of it on his shoulders so they don’t have to deal with it without any hesitation. I am ILL.

[faes-land]

Day 8 - Mark Lee

Pairings: Mark X Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 798

Warnings: Unprotected sex, riding, cream pie (lol)

You and Mark had been teasing each other for hours until you finally couldn’t take it anymore. You were both in bed, on top of him as he eyed you. Mark took in your features as you sat on his lap and moved your hips slightly. You moaned when the top of his cock rubbed against your clit. “Baby,” Mark said, just wanting to fuck you already. 

You smiled before leaning down to give his sweet lips a quick kiss. You adjusted yourself so that you were now straddling him and lining his cock up with your entrance. Mark’s hands were on your hips, helping you as you slowly sunk down on him. “Fuck, Mark!” You moaned as he filled you up completely. 

Your breath was shaky as you began to ride him slowly. Mark didn’t mind the slow pace because he knew you’d get fed up with it. You also didn’t mind taking control this time since he worked so hard; you wanted him to feel good. You didn’t want him to have to do anything tonight. You adored him and just wanted to take care of him however you could. Even if it was sex this time. 

You stayed slow, wanting to feel every inch of him inside you. Mark’s dick felt like the perfect piece to your puzzle; it hit all the right spots and it was just the right size for you. You liked when you would ride him, watching his face contort in pleasure and seeing how much you affected him. It satisfied you in ways you didn’t know it could. 

You moaned out loud when you felt Mark time his hips with yours, helping you in achieving your high. You giggled and placed your hands on his chest to steady yourself. You quickened your pace and Mark matched you. You didn’t want him to have to do that, but you were also glad because, with each shared movement, it felt better and better. His eyes were glued to where your bodies connected, watching as his dick would disappear inside you. 

You both had begun moving faster and now you were practically bouncing on his cock. The sound of skin against skin was filling the room along with your shared moans. Mark was pretty vocal in bed and that made it more fun for you. His sweet moans would push you to go faster and harder on top of him. You swirl your hips and Mark’s grip on your hips tightened, most likely leaving marks on your skin and you let out another moan. You loved the idea of a reminder from him. 

“You feel s-so good,” he stumbled out, unable to find the words. He could tell he was close with each passing second; you just felt too fucking good. Mark reached one of his hands down to your clit and made you yelp at the extra stimulation. He rubbed you quickly with his thumb and you were starting to lose your rhythm. 

The pleasure was becoming almost too much for you now that Mark was doing that. Not to mention he had just angled his hips a certain way so that the tip of his cock would brush up against that sweet spot inside you. Each time you came down on him you felt like you were going to explode. You couldn’t get enough; you were drunk off of Mark and you loved it. He made you feel so good that you almost forgot this was supposed to be about him. 

That familiar knot in your stomach had made its appearance and your hips were faltering. Mark didn’t care, he was enjoying watching you fall apart on top of him. He loved watching your beautiful body react to his touches and thrusts. He also very much enjoyed watching your tits bounce. Mark had begun to thrust a little harder into you, knowing you liked it that way. He did too and he was also very close to his orgasm. 

“Mark I’m gonna,” you warned. 

He smiled, his eyes twinkling as he watched you, “You can do it, darling. You know it’ll help me too,”

And with that, your orgasm took over. You stopped your movements as you came around his cock. Your walls fluttered around him and triggered his own orgasm. Mark moaned as he came inside you, slowing down as you moved again, milling him for all he’s got. You composed yourself and rode out both of your highs, before pulling yourself off of him, a mixture of your cum dripping down your thighs and onto his. You giggled seeing his messy cock. 

You both collected your breath before Mark kissed you. His lips were sweet, “I needed that,” he said as he pulled his lips from yours. 

“I’m glad,”

[sham-friend]

*sigh* I just watched the poison frog episode and I have an insane thought..

chris is a total club kid. like, the whole nine yards. he loves going out and dressing up. the people he meets are so interesting, and the relief he feels just getting to move his body and dance? only thing that comes close is reaching the peak of a mountain.

of course, he enjoys the other side of club kid life *cough, cough* but who can blame him

but he would NEVER let the rest of the team know. its just his little thing to let go of some tension and reset.

[kisu-doodles]

I love the idea that Charles likes being hugged very tightly so Arthur gives him big squeezy cuddles like a boa constrictor and Charles is just like

[everytimewetouch-dot-mp3]

i think luo binghe should get his pussy ate. for science

[bayleavesfromthevine]

Kafka knowing he done goofed for real this time and being too afraid to see how angry Mother is dkghkjfhg

[cloudcountry]

cracks

Genre/Tropes: Fixing up someone's wounds after a fight.

Summary: You take care of Ruggie after his Overblot even though he's still on his guard.

Author's Comments: I'm so glad I've been getting a lot of Ruggie requests because I love him.

~~~~~

“Prefect, you don’t need to worry about me.” Ruggie tried to wiggle out of your hold again, his face marred with cracked scars.

“Ruggie, I’m telling you, sit still!” you insisted, pressing your fingers over the cracks in his arms, “You’re not fine! Your skin is all cracked…you’re bleeding!”

“I’ve been through worse. This is nothing.” he huffed, tucking his arms into his chest, “Go away. You’re such a weirdo. I don’t need to be pampered like this-”

“It’s not pampering!” you hissed, whipping your head back towards the Heartslabyul students, “Go get him some water!”

The order was barked at no one in particular, but it was heard. You briefly saw Deuce take off towards the school and Ace follow as Riddle conversed with Headmaster Crowley. Trey and Cater were by your side, but kept their distance from you and Ruggie. You mentally thanked them for staying away from the two of you. Ruggie didn’t need to be crowded by everyone—you were more than enough—especially when he was like this.

“Ow, watch it!” he hissed, arms shooting towards his side.

You swallowed thickly and loosened your grasp on him. He sighed, ears flat against his head as he glared up at you.

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?” he huffed, “Fine. I’ll get treatment. Just stop holding me like this.”

You realized then that one of your arms was looped around his waist, and the other propping up his head. You blinked as his gaze bore into yours. He could have used his signature spell. He could have fought you off easily. He had definitely gone through worse. He could have run away. He should have run away by now.

You removed your arms from him, shifting your positions so that his head was resting on your thighs. He huffed again, but made no move to get up. You wanted to hold him, to soothe him, to let him know that it would be okay, but you refrained. He’d hate that.

“Prefect! I found a few water bottles! Ace brought a first aid kit with him but he’s slower than me so he’ll probably be a bit-” Deuce skidded to a stop in front of you, gulping in a breath of air.

“Who are you calling slow?!” Ace yelled, whacking him upside the head with the familiar red box, “Prefect, this idiot insisted on grabbing protein bars too! So if anyone’s late it’s because of him!”

You weren’t paying attention to a single thing they said, snatching the water and protein bars out of Deuce’s hands at lightning speed. The two got the hint and dropped their argument for now, setting the rest of the stuff in their hands at your feet.

“Drink.” you demanded, pressing a cold bottle to Ruggie’s chest.

He didn’t say anything but didn’t waste a second. You watched with relief as he gulped down the water. You pressed a protein bar to his chest and he ripped it open with his teeth.

“Moisturizer.” you mumbled, eyes catching on the cracks down his arms, “Does anyone have moisturizer on them?”

“Cater does.” Trey said from behind him, his brow furrowed, “He gave it to me a few moments ago. He and his body doubles are going to tell the rest of the faculty about what happened.”

“Thank you.” you opened the container immediately, scooping a generous amount of the cosmetic product onto your fingers, “Ruggie. Ruggie, can I have your hand?”

His fist clenched against his chest as he eyed you warily.

“I can do it myself.” he shot back, reaching for the moisturizer.

You didn’t have time to react to his admission before the cracks in his arms opened more, blood beading in the wounds.

“Stop moving!” you shrieked, catching his arm and placing it gently on his chest, “I can do it, just please…stop hurting yourself.”

“I told you I’m fine! Just let me deal with this, I appreciate you getting me food and water, is that what you want to hear? I owe you, Prefect. Now can I go on my way and get the treatment you want me to get so bad?” he argued, beginning to squirm again.

“You would have done that by now if you could!” you yelled, holding back the urge to shake him by the shoulders, “You would have gotten up and joked around with everyone about what just happened! The only reason you’re not is because you can’t!”

“I don’t need your pity. I’m fine, really. Just a little tired. Fighting takes a lot out of you, you know?” Ruggie propped himself up on his elbows, “I’m-”

“Ruggie, you could run from Ace and Deuce for so long. You’ve always been fast and energetic. I’ve seen you during Spelldrive. Fights don’t wear you out.” you took a deep breath before staring into his eyes again, holding out the lotion, “So…please?”

Ruggie rolled his eyes and thrust his hand into yours. You whispered a quiet thank you as you got to work, gently rubbing in the cream so as to not irritate his skin further.

“You’re so strong.” you mumbled, rubbing little circles up his arm, “You’re so reliable. You’re really clever and resourceful, and you never let yourself get walked all over. You look out for the people closest to you and you truly have a heart of gold.”

“What are you talking about?” he sounded so disgruntled, his eyes glued to the sandy ground.

“I’m talking about you.” you sighed, “I’d like to be someone you can depend on. I’d like to help you. I don’t want to take care of you or coddle you like a baby. I know how much you don’t like that. You came to my aid during this Overblot and I can’t thank you enough. This is how I’m showing the beginning of my gratitude. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

Ruggie shifted, his head turning to look up at you. His expression was still guarded, but you didn’t expect that to change. The most you could have asked for was to make sure he got out of this okay after trying to protect you.

“You’re still weird.” he mumbled, the tension in his shoulders relaxing just a bit.

You said nothing as you dressed his wounds, wrapping up the cracks you could see in bandages. You did nothing but watch as the newly arrived Crewel helped Ruggie towards the school’s infirmary. You only moved again when Trey silently placed a hand on your back, gently pushing you towards the space in which Ruggie had left. Whispering a small thank you to him, you began to follow his path to the infirmary.

[tangerisms]

Theyre idiots and i love them

[ehghtyseven]

brb, just crying over this article about rusty 🥹

“He's an honest player who brings an honest effort every game. You know what you're going to get from him,” head coach Mike Sullivan said. “He plays on both sides of the puck, he plays in every situation. He made his mark in the league being a penalty killer and a checker, and he's evolved offensively to the point where he's a 20-plus goal scorer. So, for me, he's just a complete player. He's a Stanley Cup champion. He's been here a long time.”

- - -

“My brother was this hockey stud, and my entire life, I was always Little Rust,” Bryan said.

Bryan chose to join the Fighting Irish in hopes of starting to make his own way in the hockey world, with his brother Matt – who is three years older – playing at Michigan.

- - -

“I think he was able to find a different motor and new level of commitment and belief in himself and for his own game,” Matt said. “I think what was unique about that point in time for us both, after reflecting on it a little more, was the ability for us to learn some things together. I think he took some wisdom away from, frankly, how it all played out for me. And I’m proud of that. It’s a great story, right? It comes full circle. Little Rust doesn't just carry the torch, he is the torch.”

- - -

“I think the proudest thing that I carry with me in the larger Bryan Rust saga, if you will, is just who he is as a person. He's a good man,” Matt said. “He loves his family, he loves his teammates, he loves the game. He just does things the right way, no shortcuts. There isn’t a position or a role on that team he is too big for. In my opinion, that’s what it’s all about. He loves being in Pittsburgh. He's really proud he's been able to grow into his career and be a part of that organization.”

[lungache]

going insane over xiao hua and how he works tirelessly to run his business, to maintain his family's reputation, suffers through all of the politics and judgement and bullshit to come out on top. and how he would throw it all away in a heartbeat for hei xiazi. how he would die for even the potentiality of a cure.

[teddybeartoji]

sua😭😭😭😭😭

[bilboyagathechickenfootedhobbit]

I just got to watch my son perform his cheer routine with the whole squad for the first time, holy shit, it was so cute. He has his first cheer competition this Sunday and if you had told 16-year old child-hating goth Bilbo that one day she would be the mother of a two-time student of the month principals list honor roll CHEERLEADER, I would have laughed you into the next dimension.

But here I am, affixing ID tags to pompoms and hemming cheer pants. I used to be cool. I swear.