#idk what I'm doing :))

[justvea18]

What if Odysseus does have a daughter

I love how a good chunk of the Epic fandom thought of trans Telemachus when the daughter line was sung

[deldotpng]

wawawa gumi

[deltamb3r]

Please, consider this

This picture but Narilamb. No context, just this.

Trend? Maybe? idk i just think it would come out something funny.

[annwrites]

⸻ give me your wrists. ⸻

· pairing: dark!jacaerysvelaryon x fem!reader · type: one-shot · summary: jace spoils you in many ways. · tags: cnc, unprotected p in v sex, rope-play, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, oral (f receiving; blink & you'll miss it) · word count: 960

Cool metal slides around your throat, rows of shimmering rubies resting atop your breasts.

Your eyes widen as you stare at yourself in the looking glass. "Jace!"

You swiftly turn around to him, only to find a pleased smirk upon his lips. He knew you would have this reaction. Sometimes you think that's why he does it.

He gently runs his knuckles along your soft, warm cheek. "Yes, my sweet?"

Your hand comes up to caress the jewels. "I don't need rubies. Or—or sapphires, or emeralds, diamonds, or—"

"Pearls, then," he interjects with a raised brow. "No, nevermind that. I already purchased you a string of them. Mayhaps something with amethyst next, then?"

You stare up at him in bewilderment. "Jacaerys, this is too much. All of it."

He firmly grips your chin between his fingertips. "It pleases me to gift you fine things. To spoil you. So let me."

He shrugs. "It is an order. Given by your prince."

You stand, wishing to make him see sense. "The gowns—silk and gossamer and tulle. I cannot so much as wear them outside this room, lest someone suspect. Lest they...lest your mother, or Baela, even, discover I am your—your concubine."

He steps a small step closer, leaning down as his fingers slide along the back of your head, burying themselves in your curls.

"Perhaps I should set her aside, then," he states, leaning down, pressing his lips to your pulse, his experienced tongue flicking against it.

He always does this when you try to have any sort of serious discussion about the potential repercussions for the things the two of you have been doing in his bed.

He distracts you.

With sex.

"You cannot jest about such things," you say, your voice a breathless sigh.

His lips come to hover over your own. "I never stated I was."

He presses his lips to your own then, not wishing to hear further arguments. He desires to have his way with you instead.

Again.

He grips you beneath your thighs, carrying you back over to his mattress—the sheets already covered in the both of you from your early-morning escapades—and he thrusts back inside of you.

He grips your chin in one hand, holding your lips to his as his other fists the soiled sheets while he finds his pleasure inside of you.

His skin slaps against yours, your soft breasts bouncing with every thrust of his long member.

Tears prick your eyes at the feeling of overstimulation.

"Jace," you say quietly, his lips moving back to your neck as your fingers tangle in his hair. "We've been at it all morn. I—Gods—I'm so sore."

He places his lips near your ear. "I'm not nearly satiated, my love."

You whimper, your chin wobbling. "Please."

He kisses your cheek softly, slamming into you, causing you to sob. "Dragons have large appetites. Mine own will require quite a great deal more attention this day."

"How many—mm—more?"

He presses soft kisses to your tear-stained cheeks. "As many as your prince commands."

"I have finished as it is, ah, five times. Please, Jacaerys."

He glances toward the head of the bed, and then back to you. "Do you wish to use our agreed upon word, then?"

You sniffle, considering. And then you shake your head.

"Give me your wrists."

You stare up at him, your lower lip trembling. "Oh, Gods, not again..."

He takes each of them in-hand, slipping them through familiar loops, tightening. He stands, slick cock slipping out of you and bouncing between his thighs as he repeats the same with your ankles at the foot of the bed.

You watch as he begins to stroke himself, a pounding pulse settled between your thighs now.

He runs his thumb along his weeping tip. "Do you not wish to please me?"

A tear slips down your cheek, followed by another. "I do."

"Then this is how you should achieve it. By being at my complete disposal."

He sits on the edge of the bed, slipping two fingers inside your fiery heat, his seed still leaking out of you from earlier.

He arches upward, gently massaging, and your body jerks in response to his touch.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

He ignores your cries as he presses down with his palm, continuing to tease you, fingers slowly easing out and then back in.

"Gods, I don't...ah, I don't think I can take much more."

He leans down, sucking on your clit for a moment before sitting back up. "You've no other choice."

He begins to frantically fuck you then with his long digits, your limbs tightening, pulling against the ropes, but he knows: you are not going anywhere.

Trying to quiet yourself does little good. You alternate between sighs and groans of pain, and squeals of elation.

He circles his thumb over your swollen, pulsating clit and you gasp. "Please stop, not there!"

He ignores your desperate pleas as he continues, your hands twisting around the ropes, your toes curling.

He presses down on your stomach harder and you stare up at him as you cry. "Jace, please!"

"Nearly there. I can always tell," is all he cares to respond with.

You body tightens, your velvet walls quickly contracting.

"Oh Gods, no. No, please! Not again! I can't, not again!"

"Māzigon."

"Gods, please stop!" You scream as you orgasm, liquid spilling from your cunt, further soaking his already damp sheets as the ropes pull taught.

You begin to bawl then. "It hurts so badly. Please, untie me. I am begging you, My Prince."

He leans over you, readying himself. "As I said, it will be as many times as I command."

With that, he submerges himself inside of you, kissing away your tears, mentally making a note to buy you earrings of amethyst as reward on the morrow.

[hoonstruck]

🥰🥰🥰

[sabeedraws]

zuko just joined the gaang on my rewatch and I think Sokka quickly realizes what an asset he really is :)

[lostacanthus]

blah blah blah proper name place name

[sincerlyus]

cooking smt ig

[kaitopedestrian]

I really want to draw Ren, but I can't draw dudes

[jkvjimin]

bangtan + 2 cool 4 skool we are bulletproof pt.2 mv (insp)

[gu6ler]

kairos.

— spencer reid x gn!reader

SUMMARY: in which spencer reid finally verbalizes his feelings towards you, despite having gone months of being afraid to show his love.

WC: 588.

TW: slight angst(?), possibly ooc, cliché prompt, cheesy gooey stuff, reader gets kinda emotional at the end, no use of y/n, my horrible rushed writing, lowercase is intentional, not proofread.

A/N: hi <3 this is my first post here on tumblr. i'm still getting the hang of things so if anything looks odd i apologize. this is just something i conjured up real quick to post cause i wanted to test the waters and see how things go. feedback of any kind would be greatly appreciated !!

chocolate locks slid through your fingers as you threaded your hand in spencer's hair. whatever chick flick you'd turned on to pass the time droned in the background, your attention focused solely on your boyfriend as he rested his head in your lap, spread across the old couch in your shared apartment. moments like this were rare and fleeting, so you knew you had to savor it. savor the comfortable feeling that his presence provided. your apartment was far from luxurious, but it was your safe place. the calm, gentle atmosphere was so delicate and precious.

spencer's eyes were closed, but you could tell he wasn't quite asleep. the two of you had spent so much time together, it was easy to read him from his pace of breath alone, and vice-versa. a large hand carefully wrapped around one of your bare knees, nimble fingers tracing random shapes into your soft skin. it was a little habit spencer had picked up - a little way of keeping his hands preoccupied, much like his usual fidgeting. you gazed down at him, your hand gliding through his curls to gently stroke his cheek with the back of your knuckles.

“what are you thinking about?” you broke the quiet, and he swore his heart skipped a few beats. your voice was always so soft and gentle, you could calm him with just a few words.

“nothing.” he replied simply, eyes squinting as he opened them and adjusted to the dim lighting of the living room. he looked up at you, those charming puppy eyes gazing into your own. his cheek was smushed against the plump flesh of your thighs, a tiny frown pulling at his lips.

“you are thinking about nothing?” you raised a brow. at the sight of his frown, you felt your own heart ache in your chest. your hands raised to brush some of his hair off of his forehead. the action caused his eyelids to flutter, lashes kissing his cheeks for a moment. his brows turned up, furrowing together in that all-too familiar look of worry. your hand came to rest on the side of his cheek. “what is it, spence?”

his eyes darted between your own, searching for something he wasn't even sure of. he couldn't help but lean into your touch, one of his large hands wrapping around your wrist to hold it in place. his thumb rubbed over your pulse point as he placed a gentle, lingering kiss to your palm. when your gaze met his own, he swallowed thickly. he knew he was in so deep, foolishly in love with you. it felt like his heart was in his throat. for as long as he could remember, a part of him, buried deep down, was afraid of love. he was afraid of getting hurt again. for a brief moment, he let himself be selfish. he allowed himself to love unconditionally.

“i love you,” he spoke, his voice quiet and small. you had to strain your ears just to hear him. those three words held more weight than you ever thought possible. you'd spoken the phrase countless times over the months, never prying for reciprocation.

“i love you, too,” you whispered back. a teary smile pulled at your lips, the stinging in your eyes was quite prominent. without a word, spencer lifted his head from your lap. his hands held your head with a certain tenderness as he caught your lips in a sweet, loving kiss.

in that perfect moment, your world was at peace.

likes + reblogs are appreciated !!

[someonefear]

I LOVE THE NAME GAME, AEWSRDXTGVUK

@hexcii

[betrootsoup]

Hey you! Yes you! From time to time even the best people, need some rest. So why not give your The Narrator well deserved time in the Employee Lounge?

Draw him/them/it enjoying the beauty of this magnificent room with other great minds!

[kiisaes]

i forgot i made this .. i wanted to try drawing the omori cast in my style

[remusjohnslupin]

"Why should I avenge Eddard Stark? The man was nothing to me."

— "A Clash of Kings," Prologue

His deepset eyes regarded her uncomfortably. This was not a man made for easy courtesies. "I am sorry for your lord's death," he said, "though Eddard Stark was no friend to me."

— "A Clash of Kings," Catelyn III

Stannis snorted. "I know Janos Slynt. And I knew Ned Stark as well. Your father was no friend of mine, but only a fool would doubt his honor or his honesty."

— "A Storm of Swords," Jon XI

Stannis gave a curt nod. "Your father was a man of honor. He was no friend to me, but I saw his worth."

— "A Storm of Swords," Jon XI

"Lord Eddard was no friend to me, but he was not without some sense. He would have given me these castles."

— "A Dance with Dragons," Jon I

Yeah OK Stannis, we get it. Seriously, we get it.

[maxsby]

Just your normal haircut day at Brighton city, nothing could possibly go wrong! ;)