#i missed you bby!!

[nateezfics]

I am now CRAVING and I mean CRAVING some extremely domestic, husband!joong smut. I must have him immediately. Like imagine this hongjoong as your husband? This you come home to? I mean???? Pls???

Sex with a man who claims you as his WIFE?

Nat I'm feeling weak I need to lay down.

ugh, this😩

listen i live for rough, nasty possessive sex but let’s talk about slow, passionate, and loving possessive sex???? hongjoong who claims you soooo lovingly i cry 😭

imagine. it’s a night like any other; you’re in the kitchen preparing dinner when your husband hongjoong arrives through the front door. he takes off his shoes, his coat, and leaves his things by the door. he makes his way to you, lured by the smell of food and the desire to see your pretty face. it’s so routine, the way he makes his way to you and places a kiss against your cheek with his usual “hey baby” but no matter how many times he does it it always makes you feel so giddy, butterflies fluttering in your tummy at his touch and the smell of his cologne. you’ve been married for some time now but you never grow tired of him or this little routine you’ve both settled into. it’s comfortable, it’s familiar, it’s perfect. and just as predicted, he remains near you long after his kiss against your cheek, his arms snaking around your waist and pulling you against his front. he hangs onto you while you cook, his lips attaching to any open skin he can find. his hands are all over you and you try your best to stay on task, but as usual he’s persuasive. you spin around to face him and suddenly you’re not hungry for the food anymore. you crave him in every way, the sight of his bare face and tussled hair making you weak in the knees and bracing against the counter. hongjoong’s kissing you hungrily in seconds, and you’re caught up in the passion quickly. there’s no time for breathing, you simply breathe each other. he only stops kissing you to take his glasses off, flinging them onto the counter carelessly before he’s devouring you again. it’s not long before you’re on the counter with your knees bent over his shoulders while he pushes himself into you, over and over and so achingly slow. he’s deep, cockhead kissing your cervix in a way that has you arching so prettily over the granite surface. he’s purposeful with each thrust, dragging his cock out languidly before gliding right back in. he’s in no hurry, not trying to get you or himself off just yet; he doesn’t care about that, about finishing. he wants to soak in the moment, in his love for you. you’re already a mess ofc just from his slow motions. really you can’t help it, it’s him. he takes your hand and kisses the back of it, his wedding band shimmering in the light. a reminder that he belongs to you, and you to him. lots of love bites on your skin while he takes you over the kitchen counter. you leave love marks of your own in the form of red streaks down his back. the passion and the pleasure are overwhelming, and you swear you’re the only two people in the universe. his forehead against yours, his eyes and yours locked. breathy laughs. whispered proclamations of love.

“you’re perfect, so perfectly mine”, “my beautiful wife”, “does my little wife feel good? yeah?”, “i love you, i love you, i love you”, “so good to me, baby”, “gonna fill you up, gonna give you a baby. my wifey would look so pretty with a round belly”, “taking me so good. you’re amazing”, “all yours, baby. you’ve got every last bit of me”

[trunklewunjle]

Happy birthday babe❤️ (NO ONE FUCKING LOOK AT ME.)

Dust belongs to ask-dusttale

[meteortrails]

law and luffy are just like. what if I saw you at the peak of your miracle working competence, and then the literal next time I saw you it was at your most isolated and broken. and what if that moment of seeing you alone and grieving and terrified was the moment where I decided you were someone worth keeping, someone who I personally cared about and wanted around. how does that not make you wanna lose your fucking mind.

and then the other thing on top of that which always gets me is the way that you can just so clearly see that neither of them has any idea how to fit this relationship into any preexisting context - Luffy calls him part of his crew, but law is the captain of his own crew and would clearly die before giving that up; law calls them allies but it is glaringly obvious that they care about each other in a way that goes beyond that. of course Luffy is generally a lot less bothered about this than law, who routinely wants to put his own head through a wall about it, but it’s just such a fun layer to their dynamic I think.

[maibeloved]

Day one of coping bc no more wob Wednesday 😞

+ working buddies giving a smooch 😚

[hayaku14]

PRESENTING MY BIGGEST DELULU CLOWN THEORY OF ALL TIME: THIS IS SHINICHI IN DISGUISE 🤡

[joycieillustrations]

Rhaenys, Corlys, and a Laenor-shaped bump 💕

A coloured version of one of my sketches from last year

Please do not repost without my permission!

[sugajimin]

just a yoongi “:]” set because we miss yoongi (for @jvngkookie​)

bonus:

(cr: season’s greetings 2017/memories 2016/2019:namuspromised)

[viasdreams]

WAR IS OVER!!! RENJUN IS OFFICIALLY COMING BACK!!!!!!! WE ALL CHEERED!!!

[necrotic-nephilim]

for the ask game, an AU where (somehow…) jason and tim (begrudgingly) team up in the search for a hero/battle for the cowl era (either when jason says tim should work with him on the gang stuff or when batman jason asks tim to be his robin) :]

for the ask game!

god, Search For A Hero my beloved. for the Search For A Hero version of their team-up, I think I'd write it something like this

I think the biggest reason Tim says no when Jason asks him is Jason asks Tim too early in the arc. as the storyline develops, Tim gets more and more desperate to best Ulysses, which is what pushes him to make the mistake that gets Ulysses' siblings killed. he's in a tight spot and he misjudges the situation. (i think the guilt he carries from that moment is one of the biggest inciting incidents for becoming Red Robin) so, i'd introduce Jason to the plot just a little later. just as Tim is on the edge of desperation. Tim isn't entirely adverse to working with villains if he thinks he can stay on top of them. so instead of sending Jason to prison, i think if Jason came to Tim at the right time, Tim would begrudging accept Jason's help

part of Tim's plan would be leveraging Jason's power with the mafia/mob scene in Gotham. they'd agree that topping the gangs would just cause a power vacuum (i'm pretty sure that's actually addressed in SFAH but i could be misremembering) so it's more about a balancing act, which is where Jason thrives. Tim is right on the cusp of being willing to do more morally questionable things, so it'd be a fun internal war for him to second-guess himself at every turn.

there would be such a delightful lack of trust in their partnerships. TIm has *zero* reason to trust Jason, and while Jason likes Tim enough, i don't think he's naive enough to put any trust in Tim. so there'd be moments where they don't fill each other in on aspects of the plan. Jason kills people behind Tim's back, Tim keys in his cop friend behind Jason's back. it builds the tension between them with a lot of hot arguments that get more and more charged.

the jealousy. there would just have to be a scene where Jason gets wildly jealous over Ulysses' complex over Tim. Ulysses tries so hard to pit himself as like, Tim's biggest adversary, his opposite. and Jason would *despise* that. sure, Jason is working with Tim, but part of the fun is that they're still enemies as they do it. i think it'd be sort of fun to have the moment where Ulysses blows Tim up be something Jason witnesses and he raises unholy hell about. because if anyone is going to kill Tim Drake, it's going to be him. and that angry possessiveness is what makes the romantic/sexual tension something neither of them can ignore anymore.

Tim deciding to put on the Red Robin suit to fight Ulysses would be where Jason just. goes full tilt possessive "he's mine i marked him that's my suit. see. mine. i said so." and Tim would push back but. what ground does he have to stand on bc he could've picked any suit with any cowl to protect his head after the blast, but he did choose Jason's. it was his own open invitation to Jason in a way. and well. they fuck nasty about it. and then Damian becomes Robin, so why not Tim keep the suit and just maybe, keep Jason in his back pocket.

and!! for the Battle for the Cowl version. man on one hand i love "Tim accepts Jason's offer to be his Robin" fics but i feel they lack a bite to them, so this is personally how i would try to pull it off, while being relatively in character.

so the biggest thing for me is, TIm agrees to be Jason's Robin not because he trusts or likes Jason, but for the same reasons he became Robin in the first place: to keep Batman stable. being Jason's Robin isn't about wanting to work with Jason, it would be Tim knowing there's no world Jason is ever going to stop and seeing Jason slowly tip over the edge of madness and well. if Tim was self-sacrificial enough to do it for Bruce and attempt to do it for Jean-Paul, he can do it for Jason.

him agreeing would i think startle Jason. like, Jason's offer was never particularly serious because he's at the point he knows Tim wants nothing to do with him. so when Tim says yes it sort of. snaps Jason out of the rage BftC puts him in. he's so startled but enticed by the thought, he willingly agrees to stipulations Tim sets, like no murder. like even if just to see where this goes, Jason jumps on the chance.

i'd really want to keep Dick and Damian as Batman and Robin, and the weird divide that would exist with Dick/Damian and Jason/Tim both running around as Batman/Robin and how off kilter that puts Gotham. like Gotham is so baffled by it, it actually makes criminals easier to handle. because they have no clue if they're getting the Batman who needs Robin to keep him in line, or the Robin who needs Batman to keep him in line. people know there's two Batmans, two Robins and no one knows quite what to do with that information. who's the "real" Batman? who's the "real" Robin? and on the personal level, the divide between Dick and Tim would be unmistakable. Dick would know what Tim's doing and try to convince him Jason is a lost cause bc well, Dick at this point *really* believes Jason is a lost fucking cause. So Dick's genuine care and concern for Tim just drives a further wedge between them.

i think there'd need to be a scene where Tim flat out asks if Jason even *wants* to be Batman. in a sort of attempt to slowly ween Jason off of being Batman, but also because i don't think Jason ever really wants to be Batman, he just wants Batman to be what his vision of justice is. and it'd be the first real heart to heart they have, discussing the legacy of the Robin and Batman mantles and how it's affected them. it'd be heated, but it'd be their first real conversation as just. Jason and Tim.

to me, i think the end goal of this AU would be Tim successfully "taming" Jason, and not in like a soft way, but in like a manipulative way, where even Jason knows that's what Tim is doing, but he just goes along with it because it's the first real human connection he's had in a while. also, i would work in Scarlet, Jason's sidekick in Batman & Robin (2009) as like. a pseudo daughter figure for them to help Jason find his humanity a bit. so it's not just Tim as Jason's rock, but also this misguided girl they'd both try to help. and well, then they ride into the sunset and all that, but still have a complicated, toxic dynamic they're both aware is unhealthy, but as balanced as it can be.

[xoxochb]

— 1999 ꣑ৎ‧₊˚. pairing: connor stoll x daughter of hades lyrics: “hold me close and say you care / because I’m in love with your brown hair”

a first turn and a second. no, it’s too cold on the left side. but then again when you lay on the right it’s too hot! you can’t win can you? you pull the blanket further over your head to keep your skin from being exposed to anymore of the freezing atmosphere of cabin thirteen. you internally curse your father for being the god of the dead out of everything he could’ve been, additionally cursing him for your naturally cold body temperature. you groan when a wave of warmth crawls up your body, throwing the blanket off of your head in rage. yeah, fuck this. you stand up from your bed, sliding on your slippers and heading towards the cabin door when a familiar voice stops you

“going somewhere?”

you jump and clutch a hand to your chest, breathing rapidly. “gods, nico, you damn near gave me a heart attack!”

you attempt to search in the dark for your brother but you assume he’s to deep in a pile of many blankets to be found, nonetheless you turn in the direction of his bed

“changing the subject I see…”

you scowl and cross your arms over your chest. “I can’t sleep here”

“ah, I understand. going to seek warmth in your idiot of a boyfriend?”

“he’s not an idiot. I’m leaving now, mom”

you roll your eyes and exit the cabin before nico can muster up another stupid sentence. the cold night air may have been worse than your cabin, despite your cozy pjs (aka everything is directly from your boyfriend’s dresser). you pull your sweatshirt over your hands and rush your way to cabin eleven

when you enter the temperature is instantly different from your own cabin, especially with the crackling fire off to the side. you’ve taken this path many times, so it’s wasn’t too difficult to find the bed you wanted. you slide off your slippers and place them under the bed so you don’t trip over them in the morning (or connor. this was a real event, you laughed your ass off for a full twenty minutes). you admire the beauty that was your beloved before laying with him, his unruly brown hair, lips parted, freckle adorned cheeks, he looked so peaceful you could’ve cried. you sigh and slip yourself into his arms, and at last you were finally warm

but just as you find yourself comfortable tucking your head under connor’s chin he begins stirring and wraps his arms around you tightly

“knew you’d end up in my bed” he mutters almost inaudibly. you can’t help but smile

“my cabin was cold”

“hm, so are you”

regardless of his opinion on your body temperature he slips his hands underneath your his shirt, you bask in his warmth, sighing constantly. but you frown when he speaks again,

“this is my shirt” connor opens his eyes and looks under the blanket “and my pants! you’re a thief?”

you gasp and a little too loudly for a sleeping cabin you respond, “I’m a thief?!” this earns you multiple ‘shh!’ from around the room, making you resort to a quiet tone this time, “you’re a hypocrite, do you know that?”

connor laughs softly and closes his eyes again, inhaling your sweet scent. “‘m just joking. I love you (nick name)”

and you know he’s telling nothing but the truth. saying those three special words wasn’t easy for him and you knew that well— which is why you told him take all the time he needs before saying it. the day you’d said them for the first time you remember it vividly. you’d been bullied by some aphrodite kids over your paternity and the next day they all woke up with messily cut hair and crickets in their pillowcases. and you knew better than anyone who had been the culprit behind this fiasco, later crying in his arms you said those three words. not wanting to pressure connor into anything you began to apologize but without another moment he responded with the same phrase

a promise he made to himself that day. he was surely going to marry you whether anyone agreed with it or not. he was going to make sure nobody would hurt you physically or verbally the same way they did the previous day. and he’d kept half that promise for now (three years later fulfilling the second half)

“I love you too, con”

you feel his smile upon your forehead before he places a kiss there gently, then he takes one of your hands and places a peck to each fingertip and then your palm, and the back of your hand. he stops when he realizes there’s a bandaid on one of your fingers

“what happened?”

you recall the events of earlier today. “paper cut. was trying to turn the page of my book”

he kisses the bandaid. “my poor girl”

your eyes begin to heavy with the serenity of the moment surrounding you. you wish every night could consist of something as domestic as this. you let your eyelids flutter closed, you suppose connor takes notice of you lack of response

“sleepy?”

you nod. he kisses the top of your head again and rubs his hand up and down the skin of your back to assure your filled with nothing but warmth as you drift off into a deep slumber for the remainder of the night

[surven-snacks]

^^^^

I am insane. These are all drawings I drew today. The brainrot is real.

Also what do you guys think of genderbent (?) Trans (?) Opposite sex (?) Sunny and Arven? I kinda wanna draw more of them ngl

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Porter Quotes

a lengthy list bc this man cannot stop spouting literal gold (and i love him)

“Your friends suck.”

“Don’t worry treasure. I only bite when people ask nicely.”

“Gods above, you taste good. I can taste you right through the skin.”

“Sam landed you? How did he manage that? Did he finally learn how to dress in the last four years?”

“Wine gets better with age. Food rots.”

“The fact that I only took a swing at you after all that is a sign of respect where I come from.”

“He didn’t side with you, you twat!”

“Princeling.”

“Well if you want an animal… then that’s what you’ll get.”

“You heard me. Run.”

“Unfortunately for you, I find humour just as appealing.”

“I don’t suppose I could show you just how pleased I am all over this house?”

“Rest easy tonight, Switzerland, you’ve maintained the fragile peace.”

“My new lover. Met them two days ago. They’re unempowered.”

“Hm. I’m infuriating. There’s a difference.”

“Oh darling, as if I have a gag reflex.”

“Well I’d realised I’d left the stove on four years ago when I left, I needed to come check on it.”

“My apologies your majesty, but my internal chronometer is still in the shop.”

“To make an alibi for us both. Obviously.”

“I drove. Obviously.”

“Everything’s coming up Porter. I’m practically ecstatic as a result, can’t you tell?”

“I don’t need to talk. I don’t need to sleep. I don’t need anything but you.”

“My treasure. Sleep. And in your peace, I might find my own.”

[burstingsunrise]

a shade of blue that don't fade lightly

[moodyvoid]

Friendly reminder that the League of Villains respect people’s pronouns ❤️

[eurydicees]

the thing is like. there are so many isagi ships and 99% of them are an enemies/rivals to lovers situation by virtue of blue lock. kaiser, rin, ness, etc etc, all of them rely on the two threatening and competing against each other in volatile and fucked up ways. but you will never see anyone else in blue lock that isagi trusts like he trusts bachira.

[ablog]

Girl help I wish to travel to different dimensions just to watch a movie/show I really like a little to the left