#insane some may say

[crashtestdummy1003]

Tiny party <3 (just don't drink the tea)

[starbvrryhwa]

O-oh 🫠 I’m fine. Perfectly normal. Very normal 😀👍🏼

OH YOU KNOW I'M SLIDING IN HERE.

How about you write a super sexy daddy!Yunho.....

You're welcome. I love you too. 🤍💜🤍

anya you sick bastard i love you so much for this- HOLD ON TO YOUR BUTTS PEOPLE

Size kink go brr pt.2

Summary: Yunho big, size kink go brrrr

Characters/Pairing: Yunho X F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

AU/Trope info: Non-idol!AU, Established Relationship

Word Count: 717

Warnings: very explicit smut, yunho nicknames: yuyu/yunnie/yun, yn nicknames: love/hun/honey, choking, size kink go brr, big dick!yunho, choking (2), fingering, lots of biting n sucking

Rating: 18+

A/N: anya ISTG you're my biggest enabler

Your hands desperately cling to Yunho's shirt as you savor the drag of his fingers into your heat, breathy moans and whimpers leaving you as his long fingers plunge into your sopping, wet hole, over and over again. The loud squelching sound was embarrassing earlier in the night, but now it only serves to turn you on more.

Yunho's thick, and long fingers reach places inside you that you didn't think was possible, but then again, Yunho is always full of surprises.

"Y-Yunnie, your fingers feel so good-!" You whimper out as you hide your face in his neck, a knot forming in your stomach as he keeps hitting that sweet, gummy spot in your heat.

Your moans get higher and higher in pitch as you get closer to the edge, just a bit more, only a little bit more until-

"Yuyu! I'm cumming!" You yell as heat rushes up the back of your neck, the tight knot in your belly unraveling as you coat Yunho's fingers with your essence.

Yunho takes this moment to pull his fingers out of you, wrapping his lips around each digit as he savors your taste, he moans as your nectar coats his tongue.

He pushes you back onto the sheets, your head resting on the plush pillows as he strips, his bare skin reflecting the moonlight creating an almost holy halo around him, looking up from below, he really did look heavenly, but he was worshipping you.

He brushes your hair off your face, the look in his eyes was endearing, as if he was afraid he'd break you. You only smile as you lean up to kiss the tip of his nose, he lets out a chuckle through it, and a quiet whistle followed.

You hold onto Yunho's broad shoulders as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek. He enters you slowly, and you gasp at his size, you're feeling slightly overwhelmed, but you take it nonetheless.

Just his size was enough to almost make you dizzy, he felt so good inside of you, he felt so big.

Yunho's large palms hold your hips, his warm grip grounds and comforts you, you relax in his embrace as he kisses the valley between your breasts, soft, wet kisses as he whispers reassurances into your skin.

"Shh, I got you, relax for me, honey. Daddy's here, my love." He tried to say calmly, but his shaking voice betrays him, it's obvious that he is holding back from completely ravaging you.

Once you relaxed, he started to thrust slowly, rhythmic and fulfilling strokes into you as you grip the sheets. You look up, the sight of Yunho's hair sticking to his forehead making you let out a moan. He looked so good above you.

"Daddy, you feel so good- so big-" So moan, throwing you head back. The drag of Yunho's giant cock making you dizzy, the stretch was bordering on painful, but god, you wanted more.

"Daddy- I want your hands on my neck, please-!" You beg, clenching around his dick, Yunho obliges by carefully wrapping his fingers around your neck, giving an experimental squeeze to the sides.

You gasp, nails digging into his forearms as you hold his chokehold in place. You move your own hips to meet his thrusts, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. You start to feel lightheaded, the lack of blood to your head sent a shiver of fear down to your core, impossibly making you hornier.

"Daddy, daddy I'm gonna cum-!" You gasp out as soon as he released his grip on your neck,

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me? You're gonna cream all over this big cock?" Yunho eggs you on, his cocky tone combined with the expert rolls of his hips sending you over the edge.

Yunho grunts, almost painfully, his throbing cock buried in your hole, the angry red tip hitting your spongey spot, the overstimulation making you spill hot tears down the sides of your face.

Yunho starts to moan, the pleasure of your tight cunt gripping and milking him for his worth was too much, he spills his hot load into you, he came so much that your lower stomach started to bulge. All his cum was being fucked throughly into you.

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[senblades]

ShuAke Week - Day 7: Goro or Joker palace

this comic is a follow-up/expansion on the premise I threw at the wall in this piece. Something, something, Akiren makes bad descisions and they come to bite him in the ass. Cognitive Akechi is unamused.

[rain-after-thunder]

Disabled Aelwyn who uses crutches.

Aelwyn who can’t go back to school to finish her wizzard studies, who starts researching different ways to bend magic to her will.

Aelwyn, who has always had a knack for creating new spells, starting to tinker at her own crutches, weaving wards into the framework.

Aelwyn, for who good is not good enough, caves and asks Gorgug for help. Who finds a way to make her crutches extend, bend and move to support her arms, elbows, shoulders. Makes them connect to her back, her hips, down her legs .

They no longer look much like crutches anymore, it’s a thin, light framework that supports her entire body, that moves her exactly the way she wants, that allows her to stand with her back straight for more than 5 minutes for the first time in two years. The exoskeleton glows with abjurative runes and the outline of a powerfull ward is visible over her body, deflecting blows like steel armor.

New spells rest in her memory, mechanical and precise if nature in a way that the arcane inks in her spelbook can’t articulate. Spare the Dying, Resistance, Cure Wounds, Sanctuary.

Her joints still ache, she tires fast and even after all this time it is still hard to control the venom in her words, still hard to accept help and kindness without it feeling like a wool blanket on freshly flayed skin. But she has found something that is wholly hers, found something to be proud of that isn’t tinged with approval from her parents.

Aelwyn still can’t walk without support, but the frame folding her up is crafted by her own hands. Maybe everything will be allright.

[louismygf]

some louis tomlinsons i never posted ^_^

[bamboozled-distress]

my favourite creature

[cravingpepsimax]

me connecting everythjng to stancest because i am Insane

[rickybaby]

Genuine question as I am curious — I know it’s pretty obvious with his expressions/ body language that Daniel seemed shy/insecure(?) about having his braces, but has he ever outright said anything about feeling that way with them? Just out of curiosity as I am new around here!

“I feel very different in terms of looks. Fortunately, experience also bought me better looks. I’m not really too fond of showing people photos of me when I was younger”

[kutiee]

“KAKKOII, KAWAII, KING”

Happy K Day ♡ 241021

*click for better quality

[thegreatyin]

And thus, with the passing of 24 hours, Caeru's ambition truly comes to an end. Major Nemesis spoilers below the cut- we're talking endgame ambition business here. Mostly on a character RP front.

The Doomed Scientist made quite a few... choice decisions, in the end. Killing Cups once and for all, recording his story as one of grief-

And sparing what little remained of Mr Mirrors, leaving it free to roam Parabola as it sees fit.

Some of them, he can explain. Others, he's still left to feel... discontent.

Cups needed to die. That much was certain from the start. It was a tyrant, as all Masters are, and complicit in the bargaining and eventual destruction of four (potentially five) cities, as all Masters are. It was an obstacle. A murderer. A petty monster that felt no remorse even on its deathbed, and it went out of its way to ruin multiple lives just because it felt owed its own sick and twisted idea of revenge.

It killed his first love. It looked him in the eyes and he knew what it had done and he knew from the start it was going to die.

Perhaps, in the end, it knew too. And yet it still pleaded, and wanted to live, and-

It made a bargain.

A bargain Caeru didn't take.

Not because he didn't want to. Gods, he wanted to. He wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else in the world. To have Greylu back, to give him the gift of life, of love, to show him the wonders of the Neath and the beauty of the correspondence and all of the people Caeru has met and loved and found home with along the way-

But. He couldn't.

Because Cups was a monster. And no matter what, it deserved to die. And he could not, in good conscience, allow it to live.

Even if sparing it meant everything he's ever wanted.

So he's left here, now. With a bloodied traveling coat, and a bloodsoaked knife, and a favor finally fulfilled.

And nothing to live for. No resurrected lover, no charming visits to Helicon, no slow dances in the living room, no memories to rebuild and lives to live and he won't live again-

Nothing. All he has is a coat born of obligation, not to his love, but to people he's never even met. To lives he's never even touched. To a paramour, still alive, with hair of rose-pink, who doesn't even remember her own brother's existence.

Cups didn't die for Caeru's sake. Cups died for the sake of all who wanted it dead. For the revenger's court, and the ghost screaming in his ear, and the reckoning that will not be postponed indefinitely.

And Caeru, who acted as a tool to carry out their wills? Who all but betrayed his own lover, just to satisfy a cause he never knew existed?

All Caeru is left with, is regret. Regret-

-And grief.

[vaguely-concerned]

It's really interesting that Wynne actually has quite a measured, bordering on downright sympathetic response to hearing what Jowan did in the prologue -- if the mage Warden says "I still can't believe Jowan was that stupid", her answer is something like a thoughtful "Stupid, or desperate, or merely curious?". She seems to think of Jowan as a kid who got in over his head, rather than any less charitable interpretation. I do believe she genuinely is as against blood magic as she publicly expresses and as the Circle party line demands, but as a private person she clearly has a more nuanced and potentially kinder understanding of the reasons why someone might resort to it, at the very least.

(related: when she says that part about Irving telling her what happened, there's no dialogue option in the first stage of the conversation (except choosing the 'leaving the conversation' one) that doesn't net you +2 approval! no matter how the warden feels about it, she is ready to recieve it. I think that says something sweet about how Wynne conceptualizes younger mages and the honest real affection she has for them. if you didn't snitch on jowan and say you stand by that decision, though? +3 approval, apparently! what Wynne says and what Wynne thinks is not always the same thing indeed, her idea of where personal loyalty and integrity stands vis-a-vis a mage's responsibility to the circle may be more flexible than she'd have people believe, you'll be surprised to learn lol)

I have always liked wynne and found her interesting, in all her hypocrisies and her earnest care, but with slightly older eyes she's extra fascinating to me in the same ways that Iron Bull is -- seeing someone whose mind has had hollows carved out in it by the need for double-think and compartmentalization imposed by the oppressive systems and ideologies they live under, and the quiet fight of the self to still preserve vital parts of itself that the system deems unacceptable in the hidden backstage areas of the soul, as it were. (and for both of them part of that self is love and protectiveness of specific other people, beyond what their 'role' dictates is acceptable for them.) I think Wynne has managed to sneak more of her internal self through the meatgrinder relatively intact than Bull overall, but it's the same logic underlying it, for me, and it makes me feel such intense affection and compassion for them both to see how hard they try

[bambiraptorx]

I know that logically Draxum probably got away with making the mutagen and oozequitos because he was very careful about hiding his research and whatnot, but the much funnier explanation is that he's already so weird that when he rolled up to an academic conference two months after his lab exploded the first time with his 200 page paper on how he's going to bioengineer mosquitos to be the size of his hand (without giving a single reason as to why he wants to do this), the most he was met with was maybe a few raised eyebrows and a couple people wondering how he still gets grant money

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

i switched back from androgel to testosterone injections after 2 years and im having a male puberty crisis over gabriel and this blog isnt helping. thank you (genuine)

oh you are in special type of hell, good luck soldier 🫡

stay strong and try to stay sane

[rockingrcks]

talked about this hc about Sparda with oomf a couple of weeks back (or was it last week?)

anywy my hc about what happened to Sparda is that he used the last bit of his powers to become this great seal so that if Mundus were to succeed he won't be able to merge the two realms because of Sparda's power stopping him from merging them.

Like we already know Sparda is very powerful, especially with the fact he can make seals and split his power into weapons (yamato, rebellion, force edge, etc.) so whats more if he himself used his power to make himself into a seal to protect the two worlds ? It isn't really far fetch, too, with how much Sparda doesn't want demons to go to the human realm and vice versa.

I also like to imagine that Sparda is in this schrodinger type state or like he's in limbo. Like his powers created this whole other dimension where he couldnt be detected by anyone and that theres only a special way to enter it (like how the amulets and blood were the key to opening the temen ni gru).

[alvojake]

the loml ♡ I would literally die for him

[litt1e-prince]

you guys DONT understand- i read this line from Smiles Taken AU fic and just havent been the same since- went out of my way to learn perspective