#i hate this so much lmao

[fivehundredsporks]

there i finished it lol

[weishenbwi]

Namjoon x Female Reader

Sex with Namjoon had an effect that made you feel like you’re the only two people in the world. You’re already waiting on your knees for him when he comes into the living room.

Naked. Obedient. Hands behind back and willing. It's one of your morning rituals to submit yourself like this.

Namjoon looks down and softly smiles, “We don’t have a lot of time today, Y/N.” He reaches out to caress your face, fingers carding your hair. It feels like heaven, like your meant to wait on your knees for him. He smiles that wide beautiful smile and you can’t help reaching up to the small valley in his cheek. That damn adorable dimple. 

His touch is gentle. You lean into it. The pulse of being this close, this intimacy like a gift you can unwrap. He nods and you lift your hand up. He doesn't need to tell you that it's okay to touch. One look you can have him. You reach up and stroke his bulge, the firmness and strength of his length straining against the fabric of his jeans. He stands tall, proud, and patient as the morning light filters in through the clear glass windows that run the length of the wall. They offer the risk and expectancy of voyeurism. It's one of the reasons he chose this home and chooses to fuck you in front of them.

The early morning song birds chirp their dawn chorus as you slip your fingers over buttons and zipper to reveal the sight of his full length, erect and flush.

"It doesn’t matter how much time we have to spend as long as we can be together," You suggest as you casually run the tips of your fingers up Namjoon's exposed skin before pressing down on his thigh and hip to hold him in place. What your mouth can't take in, your hands move to cover.

Rocking gently, he can feel your tongue’s attention on his head, swirling and sucking lightly- A little pain. A little pleasure. Exactly what he likes. You take in as much of him as you can, the sensation hitting the back of your throat as you choke and tighten on his member.

It feels so good that Namjoon's vision can't help but roll back as he releases moans in lieu of words-hips jutting and thrusting, hands gripping your hair to give himself more pleasure. Greedy for the wet heat of your mouth.

No swallowing. He likes it sloppy. And today he likes it rough.

“Take me in as much as you can, baby. I want you to choke.” And so you do. Bobbing, and gagging. It's messy but you're obedient. A good submissive. 

When he lets you breathe, you look up at him from between his legs, hands pumping vigorously. Good submissives don't look away from their Masters. It's one of the rules you've memorized, signed your name on, and held while he fucked into you like a christening. You nudge him toward the couch before sinking back down on him, taking his full length down your throat and lightly coughing; a smirk crossing your lips.

“Fuck. Y/N. That feels so fucking good!”

If his hips jerking is any indication, it feels fucking great.

“Look at me, baby.” Large hands cradle your face as he pets your hair, eyes fixated on each other. “Make it messy.” And you do. Down his length, your mouth finding its way to teasing his head; lips tight and tongue roaming, your hands pumping up and down causing him to collapse further into the couch, his hands releasing their tight grip on your hair only to grab his own and thurst; a deep moan and jerk of his hips.

“Oh f-fuck Y/N.” Namjoon can’t take it anymore. His hips are bucking, his breath uneven.

He needs to cum. 

He grabs your head to bring it fully down his length and you oblige. Holding onto his thighs for support as your throat receives thrust after thrust, his large hands tight in your hair. The more you gag the wetter it gets. It's sloppy. Just like he wants. Each thrust deep into your throat has you holding onto him to steady yourself.

"Take it, baby. Take it as deep as you can. Be good for me." You want to be good, to please him like this. You crave what only you could make him feel and he relishes in the contractions of your throat each time you choke on his cock.

Namjoon's hands grip your hair tighter letting out unsteady breaths to ride his high. "Look at me." He wants eye contact. Needs it.

You surrender on your knees looking into his eyes, tongue out, as he thrusts and fills your mouth with his orgasm. You don't swallow. Instead, you let the cum drip off your tongue like a good pet. 

He tells you that you've done a good job by lightly tapping his dick against your tongue. It feels soft like velvet or silicone, unimaginably soft skin on firm flesh. 

Letting out a shaky exhale, he pulls you on top of him. "That was perfect, Y/N" Namjoon whispers as he softly runs his thumb against your chin and swollen lips while his other hand caresses your thigh." Your reward for working so hard. "I think I'll call in if you're up for round two." Namjoon smirks and that damn dimple is on full display.

How could you ever say no to him?

Plot twist: You can't. 

[colesterstrudel]

#notmychampion

[deep-space-lines]

IT'S FINALLY FUCKING DONE. I'M FINALLY FREE

UNTIL FRAUD COMES OUT

Tumblr shrinks it down pretty bad so please. please. I am begging you. look at the full sized image and zoom in. This art piece made my friends worried for my mental health I need someone to witness the amount of detail and effort I put into this

also the original sketch under the cut bc I think comparing them is really funny

[donutfloats]

Two of them!!!!

[thefixer]

me , tries to delete the old blog so i can use the url for my sideblog ...

tumblr : **THIS PAGE DOESN'T EXIST.** redirects me to my blog....

[geomimetry]

woe be upon ye

[lotus-pear]

the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical

[lovvelorrn]

so last week while i was feeling anxious about my job and performance i had to work on an impostor syndrome project and this week that my period's late and i'm anxious about that i have to work on project about the menstrual cycle and becoming one with your cycle etc so i just gotta ask: who's laughing at me

[oliveden]

let immortal characters in genshin be horrifying. they're not human and people should recognize that!! it's way more interesting if they don't feel normal

venti forgets to breathe, sometimes. he doesn't need to - he is the air around them. his eyes are just a little too vivid if you look at him directly. he doesn't bleed when he should and he doesn't sleep, either.

xiao stays away from liyue harbor. he doesn't want to corrupt them with his karma, and he doesn't want to frighten them, either. he knows what he looks like: too-gold eyes with too-slitted pupils, ears too pointed and fangs too sharp to be human. if you look at him in the corner of your eye, black and green and red dance across his skin and reach out to you.

ei has never learned to be human. her eyes are blinding and electricity crackles over her skin. the puppet she inhabits has too-smooth skin, porcelain clear and cold to the touch. she moves too quickly, too sharply, like a bolt of lightning that cannot slow down.

zhongli forgets human customs. he speaks of events from thousands of years ago like they were yesterday and talks in long-dead languages. to be under his gaze while solidifying a contract is to feel the weight of millennia upon your back. he makes no sound when he walks and yet his steps can shake the ground.

[vaguely-concerned]

So much of Garak as a person starts to make sense once you know his childhood was a fucking gothic novel. His main playground was a graveyard and he'd play pretend by perfoming improv eulogies to an imagined audience. For a long time his main touchstone for most important figures from recent history is 'oh yeah I know about that guy my dad buried him. great flower arrangements for that one'. He finds out later his 'parents' are actually a brother and sister who had to get married to avoid the utter shame and social devastation of having a child born out of wedlock, and they live in the basement of his biological father's house. (the madwoman in the attic vs. the tiny elim in the basement.) His biological father calls himself his uncle and locks him in a closet whenever he fails to live up to his insane and unpredictable expectations and everyone just has to act like that's normal and expected, and his will hangs over everything at all times, unseen but always felt keener than anything else. The father who actually raised him grows the world's most beautiful (and as it turns out, most poisonous) orchids and keeps the mask of a god hidden in a box in his work shed. Everyone in the house is choking down secrets like it's the only air they know how to breathe anymore.

What I'm saying is that right from the get-go this guy never had the faintest shot at turning out normal, so I'm glad that by middle age he's found a way to get a bit silly with it as he continues to be deeply deeply not normal about anything ever <3

[itsthislake]

“The Summer Day” by Mary Oliver.

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY ACE!!

Support me on ko-fi! ♥

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[hugevanserrass]

reread the solstice scene from acofas and was surprised at how pleasant nesta was the entire time. from the way people talk about it, and from Cassian's reaction after she leaves, you'd think she was hissing and insulting everyone in the room. but no.

nesta wishes feyre happy birthday, she thanks elain for her gifts, and sits quietly, allowing them to continue with their presents. meanwhile mor gives cassian silk boxers that match the lingerie set he got her. nesta even kisses elain on the head before she leaves. she is 100% polite.

the next chapter is Cassian's pov and it starts with "he'd had enough. enough of the coldness, the sharpness. enough of the sword-straight spine and razor-sharp stare that had only honed itself these months"

BRO SHE WAS JUST SITTING THERE

[0fps]

JANE DOE ❖ undercover r&b

The big bad daddy who cussed you out every day is gone and yet you still miss him. What are you, a bunch of daddy's boys?

[frostbitebakery]

for @voxmyriad