#it’s so soon omg

[ato-dato]

The amazing Mr. Fell & mediocre assistant

[atompalace-official]

[demaparbat-hp]

Slow mornings in Ba Sing Se.

I needed something soft today, so here's a little sketch for @nerdylizj's breathtaking fic Forgetting is a kind of mercy.

[cainternn]

when theres meshi in the dungeon

[sufroyo]

they are like three peas in a pod to me ........

[peanutseagle]

tea time with the bestie

[choccy-milky]

part 3 to my modern AU 💞🍺 (part 1 / part 2)

[posalis]

"He loved it not because it looked like a gentle, thoughtful young man, but because it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time. He loved it the way people love evil, because it thrills them to the core of their souls." — The Queen of the Damned, Anne Rice.

[riddlerosehearts]

i really need everyone but especially anyone who romanced gale with a bard tav to know about this interaction from early access that larian took from us

[rasoyas]

@captain-silvera’s fantastic builds have me sobbing on my knees in thanks 🙏 komorebi has never looked more beautiful! 🌸

[swedenis-h]

His name’s Luke Skywalker and he’s here to rescue you!!

June 15th prompt: Luke and Grogu save Din from Moff Gideon ( @dinlukeweek )

(I switched this days prompt out for this one!)

Bonus:

[kosherkept]

at the very least, leftist antisemites can actually be really funny sometimes. getting on the internet to celebrate the deaths of over a thousand jews only to deactivate your account because you're "feeling really overwhelmed and need to take a break from harassment :/" because like one jew told you "hey thats bad actually." ???? HILARIOUS

[demaparbat-hp]

Almost

[wulfwynne]

part of the pack 🌙

[jimmysea]

na?🥺

Great Sapol as YORYAK & Inn Sarin as WANDEE WANDEE GOODDAY (2024) - dir. Golf Tanwarin Sukkhapisit [insp]

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, cockwarming, mentions of penetrative sex

big tough, bad, strong jason is sensitive.

the man kills and fights all night, he has to be strong while he's on patrol. so when he comes home to you? his little wife who knows how to take care of him?

he thinks you’re the sweetest girl in the world.

he climbs through the window, always landing on his back, sometimes staying there for a beat longer if it's a real bad day.

and you... you're the perfect wife he could ask for.

you're guiding him to the edge of the bed, robe hanging loosely around your frame as you take his red mask off, dropping it to the side. you're so graciously, slowly unzipping him of his cargo pants, you know he can't do it without you, right? his pretty green eyes watching you with hunger and want. if eyes could beg... the 6'4 man in front of you would be crying on his hands and knees.

your small hands pull out his larger than life length, and he whimpers just at the small feeling. he's been the one taking initiative all day, he needs somebody to take care of him, remember?

and he's sorry that he came home like this... came home hard and frustrated. he never means it! it’s just difficult when he knows he’s coming home to you. what else is he supposed to do?

and when you place your legs on either side of him, your hole wet and slick and ready for him, he’s reminded you’re made for him. he bites his lip when you slide down. staying there, because he just needs the comfort of you being wrapped around him right now. he needs your tightness around his cock if he even wants to think about being the red hood again tomorrow.

his cheeks turn pink, like they always do and his head rests in the crook of your neck, licking and kissing sloppily and slowly as his cock is being warmed by you. he doesn't move. he doesn't grab your hips and move you against him... he could pump you full right now, his tip hitting your cervix feverishly. instead, he whines against you, whimpers as he lets you lead.

he whispers that you're the only one made for him. you prepped yourself before he came just so he didn’t have to wait an extra minute. you know you’re his angel right?

and he stays there, he’s good for you! he’s grateful and wouldn’t want you to think otherwise.

his big, rough, scarred hands sit on your hips, rubbing soft circles as his lips let out little and quiet moans. reminders that you’re his. that nobody could compare to you. that your pretty body is made for him.