#i love these two so much your honor

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

For the smut prompt. I'm torn but I think I'll go with #34.

LOVE IT. Thank you babes, I chose to go with Curtis and Honey for this one.

18+ ONLY.

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet Masterlist

You should have known he was going to use the magic wand on you.

It was a new toy, something you both picked out together and now you were blissfully paying the consequences of a late-night shopping spree for you two. Your body arched, the vibrations almost too much as Curtis swiped the head across your sensitive clit, which now throbbing, swollen, and a bit abused in all the best ways.

Curtis's heavy hand cupped a breast, teasing you but occasionally pressing his palm against you to keep you lying down to take the "abuse". You wanted to cum so badly, it was right there almost if only he would let the wand stay for an extra five seconds.

Your boyfriend was having too much fun though edging you, another thing you both talked about in length before trying this together. Your gaze finally focused on his, his features aroused, almost devilish as he inflicted this torture on you. "Please Curtis?" You asked nicely, biting on your lip as another wave of sensations trembled through you, your legs snapping closed around his hand holding the wand against your pussy.

Your hands went to his bare chest, brushing through the dark hairs and up to his shoulders to grab on as you again were so close to cumming that your body shook. "I got you Pretty Girl." He muttered as he pushed you over finally, gathering you in against him as you clung to him, sobbing his name while you buried your face into his chest. "So fucking beautiful." His fingers replaced the wand, which was now buzzing somewhere on the bed, his fingers fucking into you with precision. "Gripping me so good." Curtis continued praising, pressing his lips to the crown of your head while you rode the last of your orgasm in his hold.

It was sparks across your vision, an explosion of tight pleasure and floating. His touch slowed and became gentler as he brought you down from it all. "You okay?" He asked, his touch still gentle as he eased you back a bit, checking in with you. You nodded, a shy little grin taking over, which was matched with his very pleased wide one.

"Yeah, this one is a keeper."

Curtis winked at you before leaning down to give you a hungry kiss, his hips dropping enough against you to make you feel him. "Agreed." His tone gravelled in need while he pulled away to find the still buzzing toy and turn it off, leaning over the bed to set it aside to be taken cared of later, you were still lounging in the mess of sheets, still buzzing from before. You admired the flex of muscles all along his backside, the taunt stretch of the back of his thighs to his round ass then up to his back which was rippling in the movements. "Fuck..." You muttered out loud and stretched your foot out, running it up his thigh suggestively.

"I should probably compare though... you know, make sure the real thing is better still."

Curtis crawled over you, pushing you back with a flexing hand against your neck, his fingers making your new favorite necklace on your neck. His dark brow was arched at the implication of your words. "I can assure you it is, but words me nothing." His mouth hovered over yours, the silver flash of his chain glinting in the room's light that you made a grab for it, tugging him the rest of the way so your mouths clashed.

It was a hungry needing kiss, soft moans and groans shared between you till he pulled away, kissing roughly down your neck, making his way to your breasts to love on. You both were getting in the moment once again when his phone chirped several times, repeatedly, making him curse into your cleavage that he had buried his face in. "Fucking asshole."

You giggled, reaching over to grasp his phone and look at the display. "It's Edgar."

"Mute it." His tone was muffled, teeth and tongue making short work over your nipple that he pulled into his mouth to tug on, making you whimper at the sensation.

"Answer it, I dare you." You teased, holding the phone towards him.

"Hell no Honey." He scoffed as he let your nipple go, making it tighten and perk with the sensation, his fingertips rough as they rolled it between the pads. You squirmed, hooking your legs around his narrow waist.

"What if it is an emergency?" You countered, your hands running over his buzz cut, giggling when he huffed against your chest and finally lifted his head. His eyes were brilliantly blue as he narrowed his gaze at you.

"It's not. Right now I'm busy." He grabbed the phone out of your hand and tossed it back to the nightstand. "He is just being a dumbass. I already know what he wants and I told him I wasn't available this weekend."

"At all?" You questioned, humming slightly as you let your hands wander. It was intoxicating to feel all his muscles, poised over you as he was.

"At all, Honey." Curtis grasped your chin enough so you would look at him. "This weekend is just us and I intend to keep it that way."

[grisailledreams]

I feel in my soul that Astarynne host killer NYE parties. Please tell me what they’re doing and how they’re celebrating.

Babe you're so right. I've decided to stick with a more Modern!AU because idk how holidays work in Faerun LOL.

First, what you have to understand, is that Astarion hosts this party and Brynne helps. I feel like Christmas is emotionally fraught for him, especially when he has a family - he has a great time, but it really chokes him up, too, so he needs to go all in on the NYE party to shake it off.

There is always a different theme and he makes it everyone's problem. Your invitation will come with a mandatory dress code. Sometimes, if the theme calls for such, your invitation might arrive within a package that provides a prop, a costume piece, or a puzzle to decipher the location and/or theme. But don't worry, you don't have to bring anything except yourself.

And this party is a production. These people have hired in catering and a band (Brynne's always in charge of arranging the music and the food; also she likes to make desserts and snacks herself). There's an open bar. You'd think there'd be a champagne pyramid, but Astarion knows his wife too well for that (she'll knock it over).

These two are impeccably (but not over) dressed and you know Astarion picked out the outfits and did Brynne's hair. Yes, there is absolutely a dance floor and Astarion makes damn sure that he and Brynne are the stars for the first song. Also they both love puzzles and things to do, so expect activities like mischievous scavenger hunts, escape room puzzles, or murder mysteries. Solving things before midnight earns you little prizes! Knick knacks, accessories, small bottles of special wine or craft beer or something.

Forget watching the ball drop, though, when the time comes. Astarion and Brynne have set up their own version for the countdown. There's probably confetti.

Astarion's already kissing Brynne by the time the clock hits midnight. And if anyone's paying attention, holding her hands, foreheads together, smiling in that moment after is the most unguarded expression he's ever worn around other people.

[countthelions]

prompts? hmmm ... a good little slow dancing snippet would be wonderful if you're up to it :]

(I ask this as I listen to my grillster playlist full of slow love songs)

borrowing some Hell-rasiers from @silverskye13, I was struck immediately by an idea for these two <3

Gaster never expected the damned thing to work.

He found it at the bottom of a canyon, lookin' all sad and mopey. Just like his fire did when the snow came blowing in all fierce. As it was doin now. Winter had come down with some sort of reckoning behind the flakes and left most of Deadwood stuck indoors, Grillby being stuck worst of the lot. Never in their years traveling together had he seen Grillby so stirred up an' ready to turn something to soot. For once, Gaster didn't like the sight of that smoke prowling around the room. So he dragged the pitiful thing back to the bar amongst all the logs for the other stuck townsfolk and placed it straight in the fire’s path. Grillby stared - glared - at it as Gaster patted all the snow off his duster.

“What’s that.” Grillby’s scowl hadn’t deterred him before and wouldn’t deter him here.

“It makes music.” Or it did, at some point or another.

“I know that. Why’s it in the bar?” He still looked offended by it. 

“Maybe I don’t want to lose my voice singing for you all the time.” Gaster waved off whatever expression Grillby’s flames turned into at that. Course he would sing until he was hoarse, and then sing a little past that point. But Gaster was too cold from trudging around Deadwood, wasn't up for arguing over anything so when Grillby opened his mouth again, he snapped, “do something with it at least. Turn it to charcoal if you want. Better than the bar top.” 

That settled that enough for the day. The little music player sat all hunched up and forlorn for only one more day, before the sound of flickering flames was joined by tinkering clicks of springs and bits and bobs. 

Nothing seemed to happen beyond that. Snow came and went, folks returned to the bar, flowers bloomed in the prairie grass. Gaster got back to ranch work and Grillby managed his bar. 

Then, one slow evening, music filled the stillness.

Gaster looked up in surprise. 

“What's this?” He watched Grillby move away from the music player, a satisfied twist in his flames. 

"I want you to stop darkening that corner of my bar." Grillby held his hand out towards him.

"You like me darkening the corner," Gaster countered the well-worn complaint with his own well-worn excuse. "It keeps the ilk riding through from doing it."

The invitation still stretched towards him. The music was a gently crooning thing, making the room go all soft and out of focus, like a memory drawn in pencil between the pages of his book. Gaster's bones found Grillby's fire on her next chorus. 

Hand in his. Hand on waist, his draped over his arm. 

It wasn't hard to match the music’s sway, not hard to match his partner’s neither. There was plenty of room to move around, dance however they wished, but Gaster was just fine with their slow spiral. He hummed along to the music, keeping them in time. Reminded him of another dance. 

“When was the last time we danced like this?” He asked.

“Hmm, Hillsboro Manor, the woman who had real gold in her wallpaper.” 

“Real gold, that’s right,” Gaster echoed with a laugh. “Almost forgot about her from that day. Too bad we couldn't steal some of that paper too.”

He got a snort of fire pops for that, then Grillby spun him out of their lazy circle, only their hands connected when extended out before he was yanked back in close.

“Remember how we got away?” Grillby asked, all grins of mischief. 

“Do not dip me-” Grillby dipped him anyways, hand warm and steady behind him, their faces too close to do anything but lose the gap to a kiss. Gaster hadn't then, too fulla nerves about all the stolen trinkets and their plan to do anything. He'd make up for that now. His hand pulled on Grillby's collar, getting him in close. He could taste the delighted surge of warmth at that choice, and chased it between his teeth for as much air as their breath had to offer.

Then, before Grillby could do what he did last time, Gaster looped his elbow around Grillby’s neck, and pulled them both to the floor. It was a loud, ungraceful fall, limbs going just about everywhere, making a right racket that’d startle anyone into thinking there was a fight coming. 

“Gaster!” The yell was punctuated by a punch to his side, but Gaster only had laughter to give in return, perched as he was now on his fire. He grinned down. Grillby glared back up at him, but it was all bluster for bein surprised. 

“Had to pay you back for last time, you see.” Gaster explained, sounding not even a little bit sorry and not moving no matter how Grillby shifted - settled - against the floor boards, finally accepting his fate.  

“C’mere then, make up for interrupting our dance,” Grillby growled, something playful behind the rumble that Gaster bent willingly to, ready to follow his fire. 

The music played on, gentle and slow.

[dotcircledot]

i miss them

[asshatproductions]

Can’t stop thinking about that moment in Dune 2 where Chani is trying to show him the proper way to sand walk and Paul’s sheltered-space-catholic-white ass immediately goes “according to my research 🤓☝️” like boy if you don’t-

[bisexualcauliflower]

Hannigram sketchbook spread!! Had a blast painting this and I'm so happy with how it turned out! The Murder Husbands brainrot is indeed real.

[meraki-sunset]

🧡💚Higher💚🧡

I call this:

Ya get it? time and place, space + time, just me? ok

This is what i imagine adult Crow and Jade on Earth-C would do every now and then when they are tired of rutine.

Cropped parts of the drawing because i love Jade's pose and face

I found a cool pose reference, i blacked out and woke up to this.

Enjoy!

[sophiamarieispinkbunny-chan]

Loid "Cannot be separated to his wife without missing her for even just a couple of minutes/hours" Forger

This man didn't even touched his cake since he's waiting for his wife to come back so they can eat the cake together while Anya is already devouring her piece 😂😂 It's sweet for him to have this habit that he eats when Yor eats as well. What a husband attitude. And did you see how he defended Yor's innocence in this chapter?

He always gets so defensive when it comes to Yor, since Camilla's party, he defended her in front of her coworkers, in the Eden interview when Swan badmouthed her ability as a mother, he defended her and he was genuinely upset with the way Swan embarrassed his wife, when Nightfall said that Yor's being uncooperative and she should be replaced as his wife, his tone and glare changes into a defensive demeanor. Loid always comes to her defense without missing a beat, and he wasn't calculating those reactions, he did these without the mission on his mind.

This man is already slowly falling in love with her from the very beginning and I think by the time Yor's secret would be revealed to him, not even her real identity as a killer would stop him from being with her for he's already and irrevocably down bad for her

[ruinme-please]

IV and III by Scott Kaufman

[mcmuppet]

lando stop being obsessed with your teammate challenge (impossible)

[novorehere]

THE NEW WANDERERS WHEREABOUTS HELP

Two grown adult men hi-fiveing and dancing around cheering because their butler said he would shrink them… be still my himbo loving heart <3

[salty-an-disco]

A friend shared this on discord and I'm just. going insane about all the hilarious fucking implications of it, so sharing my discord rambles here

[dorkynerd23]

All Nuzi (N X Uzi) 💛💜 Moments In Episode 6.

[temeyes]

strong bois wearing the acrylic rings i bought the other day!

[sen-ya]

ok last one for today

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 787: The back that was pushed!!

Pag 1

1: Packed with the passion of everyone in Sohoku... a full throttle injection of will-power!!

Pag 2

1: Iitsuka-san!!

Goo Fukuoka!!

Oh, Tomaribata!!

Fukuoka, take the mountain!!

2: What about Hakogaku's Manami!?

3: Don't worry about him. He did catch up to me but then suddenly stopped

When I shouted at him, he closed his eyes and fell silent!!

4: Is it because he found out that Iitsuka-san is Fukuoka Josei's “mountain shogun”?

Yeah, probably!!

Amazing!!

5: Let's take the lead now!!

Ahead there's also Fujiwara-san from the Kyuushu team Kumadai!!

6: But anyway for a moment I was so scared....

Pag 3

1: When Hakogaku sent ahead their ace Manami!!

2: I can hear it

4: The first day's mountain prize!! Let's take it, at our hometown's Inter High!!

5: Wait....!!

6: “The sound of wheels”? “He's catching up”?

Could it be that Manami is waiting for someone?

Pag 4

1: And that's why he slowed down....!?

2: Raise your pace, Tomaribata!!

4: We're still at the start of the mountain, if we use up our legs here....

It's fine, we'll establish a good distance now

Huh!? But

Think, idiot!! If you think about it, you'll get it!! The person Manami slowed his legs down to wait for....

Pag 5

1: It's Sohoku's “Mountain King”!!

Pag 8

1: Mountain King!!

2: Fo-fo-for the first day's mountain!?

Why even the Mountain King, even the Mountain King!!

I don't know!! I don't know but that doesn't change the reality!!

3: Last year so many times we couldn't race each other

So I thought that maybe this year too...

4: What do I do if he doesn't come, I thought....

5: I was scared

6: For a while I couldn't even open my eyes

Pag 9

2: I caught up

4: Thank god it's real!!

Pag 10

1: You came, Sakamichi-kun

Yeah!! Manami-kun!!

Pag 11

1: Can we race?

2: Yes!!

Pag 12

3: Everyone in the team pushed my back!!

Pag 13

1: Onoda-kun!!

2: He should have caught up with Manami around now!!

3: Onoda-san!!

4: Hahaha!!

5: Back-gate slope-senpai!!

6: At full throttle!!

At full throttle!!

Run!!

Please run!!

Pag 14

1: Nghh...!!

2: “Nghhh” it's right!!

3: Ahaha

Hahaha

They're suddenly laughing, let's raise our pace!!

Yes!!

4: It was during your training camp on our first year

5: When we raced for the first time

6: I remember I was so excited when I heard that our names were “Sakamichi” and “Sangaku”

It's the perfect combo!!

Pag 15

1: I was surprised you didn't even have your feet fastening on

We stopped at the summer house and talked

2: We were so free back then!!

We didn't have any responsibility, not teams nor jerseys!!

3: Ahaha

4: When you're in second and third year the things you have to do increases so much....

5: I'd throw this “captain” title away anytime!!

Hahaha I get it, it's difficult for me too

Pag 16

1: If someone on my team heard that they would get angry

Doubashi-kun especially would get angry!!

Sounds scary...

4: You're wearing the number “3”

Ah, yeah, uhm, we talked with everyone on the team

Huh.... on official races the winner of the previous year should wear the number “1”

5: I see, leave it to me then

I'll push through, hahaha!!

Thank you!!

Is.. is that alright?

Waa, Pierre-sensei is so reliable!!

6: Your teacher....!!

Then...

7: Yeah, “3” like Makishima-san's “173”

Pag 17

1: I'm also wearing Toudou-san's number “13”

2: “Sleeping beauty”!!

Kuah!! Toudou!!

Pag 18

1: That day, the first day of the Inter High two years ago

2: While we were pulling the team, I imagined those two fighting for the mountain prize....

3: I'm sure they must be having fun

Fighting until you're empty

It can't not be fun!!

4: We can't go right now, but let's do it

A fight until the last drop, until our limits!!

Yeah!!

5: We promised to race

Today may be the day to truly make that wish....

Pag 19

1: come true!!

Pag 20

1: Our third year, the last Inter High

2: The first day.... a fight to compete only for the colored bib

3: The purity of this race is infinitely high!!

4: Yeah!!

Pag 21

5: Let's do it, Manami-kun!!

Pag 22

2: I've been waiting to hear those words!!