#maybe it will see the light of day

[lunaliart]

colored some doodles

[lovelaceisntdead]

Just unleashed something horrible upon my notes app.

sorry to all you people enjoying the heterosexuality in severance but couldn't be me. I'm piling those women on top of each other in combinations you couldn't even imagine.

[leighsartworks216]

I think we need to utilize multilingual Sylus more. He admits to knowing so many languages and learning them to have less loose threads, but you cannot tell me he would not charm you with them

Sylus speaking lowly in your ear when you're waking up, soft things, sweet names, but it's all just sounds that roll off his tongue like music to your ears

Teaching you a language so he can speak with you "in private" during business meetings. Holding you in his lap and asking you while still in the room with the dealers/clients if you like something, if you want something more, etc

Purring foreign words of lust against the skin of your shoulder as he pulls you close, his mouth sucking, biting, teasing your neck with delight

Visibly lighting up with excitement when you learn a new language without him knowing. If your first words in the language are something teasing him, he'll smirk and tut and respond back in that language that "You should be careful what you say, sweetie. You never know who'll understand it"

You purring foreign words of adoration into his ear while sitting in his lap. Sylus groaning and pulling you closer, encouraging you to say more

Sylus translating things for you when he takes you on vacations in different countries. Teaches you the proper etiquette and manners there, too, though he may just let you fall into a blunder or two first for his own amusement

Sitting on Sylus' face and he's speaking five different languages as he moans and praises and begs for more because he's so drunk on you he can't remember how to speak english

Sharing a phrase of endearment or affection between you two, something simple like "I love you" "I can't wait to see you" etc, that you say to each other all the time for no reason than to say it

[koalasmashedoneucalyptus]

This has been sitting in my drafts

[sad-bath]

ive decided to try and use this as a series/oneshot trope and I'm fearful but also hopeful

chappell roans new song got me debating on whether I should try my hand at writing smut 😭

[demaparbat-hp]

short hair katara and long hair zuko !!

They're talking shit about Jet

[neitype]

i actually have more stuff to post! wow!!! these aren't new though, these are from december just some meulins and a scary nepeta...

[boonjur]

They make me sick to my core

[superfruitland]

when will my husband (will to draw) return from war.......

[fawn-tongues]

Safe Bet

[boar-cry]

January – ¿Cómo te va?

(context for this under the cut)

Yay! This is another project I've been planning since last October, where I draw a piece based on a song that I associate with the twins! Tones and genres will vary (I promise not every piece will be sad 😭), and it'll be tagged as Twins, Tunes & Tonics.

I'm going for at least one song a month until December, but we'll see if I can actually keep up with this ^^;

[cod-thoughts]

“Thought you’d sleep in for once,” Ghost muttered, leaning down to meet Price’s lips in a lazy kiss. It wasn’t rushed—just a slow, easy press of their mouths, like they had all the time in the world.

“Couldn’t,” Price murmured against him, his hands finding Ghost’s hip. He tugged him closer, their noses brushing together as Ghost kissed him again, deeper this time. Price’s grip tightened, but there was nothing hurried about it, just deliberate and steady, as if he was memorising every detail.

Ghost huffed softly when they pulled apart, the sound low and amused. “You’re insatiable, old man.”

“Damn right,” Price shot back, his thumb tracing slow circles against Ghost’s hip. “You’re the one who came in here lookin’ like that. Can’t be helped.”

Ghost shook his head, but there was no real heat behind it, just the faintest curve of his lips, knowing he wasn't wearing anything special. He leaned in again, his fingers slipping under the collar of Price’s shirt, brushing against bare skin. Their mouths met in another kiss, slower this time, like the kindling of a fire, warmth spreading between them with every touch.

Then it happened. Ghost shifted his weight, leaning into Price a little too much as Price tugged him forward. He stumbled, landing hard in Price’s lap, chair creaking underneath them, his thighs bracketing Price’s hips as the two of them froze for a moment, faces inches apart.

“Fuckin' hell,” Ghost muttered, his hands braced on Price’s shoulders as the faintest flush crept up his neck.

Price, for his part, looked completely unbothered—if anything, the grin spreading across his face was downright wolfish. “Now this,” he said, his hands sliding up to Ghost’s waist, “is a sight I could get used to.”

Ghost narrowed his eyes, his voice low and rough. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Can you blame me?” Price replied, his gaze flickering over Ghost—his broad shoulders, the way his muscular thighs framed Price’s hips, the faint pink staining the tops of his cheeks. “Should’ve done this soon as you came in. Hell, I should have you like this all the time.”

“Thought this morning was enough for you,” Ghost shot back, his voice a teasing growl, though the flush on his face deepened.

Price’s eyes darkened, his grin turning into something hungrier. “Not even close.” Wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist, pulling him down just enough that their bodies pressed together, the solid weight of Ghost against him making Price groan softly. “You’ve no idea how fucking good you look right now.”

Ghost opened his mouth to retort, but Price didn’t give him the chance. He surged up, capturing Ghost’s lips in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was feral, desperate, all teeth and tongue as if Price couldn’t get enough of him. Ghost let out a low, surprised sound, his hands slipping up Price’s shoulders to his jaw as the kiss deepened.

Price’s hands roamed, one sliding up Ghost’s back to tangle in his hair, the other gripping his thigh, fingers digging into muscle as if to anchor him there. Ghost groaned, the sound muffled against Price’s mouth, his body reacting before his brain could catch up. His hips shifted instinctively, pressing harder against Price, who growled in response.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Price muttered, his voice rough and breathless as he pulled back just enough to drag his teeth along Ghost’s jaw. His lips found the sensitive spot beneath Ghost’s ear, biting down lightly before soothing the mark with his tongue.

Ghost shivered, his fingers slightly tightening around Price’s jaw. “Thought you could handle it, Captain.”

“Handle you?” Price’s laugh was dark, his lips brushing against Ghost’s throat. “Barely.”

The room felt hotter, the air between them thick with want as their movements grew more frantic. Price’s hands were everywhere—tracing the curve of Ghost’s spine, squeezing his thighs, pulling him impossibly closer. Ghost leaned into it, his breath hitching as Price’s teeth scraped against his collarbone.

“John,” Ghost rasped, his voice strained, his usual composure cracking under the heat of Price’s attention.

“Tell me,” Price said, his voice a low growl as he kissed him again, biting at his lower lip before dragging him impossibly closer. “Tell me what you want, love.”

Ghost didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed Price with a desperation that said everything, his body pressing against him as if trying to fuse them together. Price groaned into his mouth, his hands sliding to Ghost’s ass, urging him to roll his hips into a sinful grind.

Whatever playful teasing had been between them was long gone, replaced by something raw and consuming. Snaking a hand into Ghost's hair, Price pulled him back with a gasp and looked up at Ghost, his chest heaving, his brown eyes burning with want as he took in the sight of his lover—flushed, ruffled, and completely his.

[fatedroses]

More than just the Demon.

[lamplightjuniper]

Coping via whump u_u

[turtleblogatlast]

That middle child feel when you’re the one who successfully gets you and your siblings out of trouble only to immediately get jumped by them afterwards

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

the quietest week in tusla was the week Darry bundled all seven boys up in two cars n drove them all a million miles away to the nearest beach. On contrast, the most disruptive week in tusla was the week immediately followin.