#oof cuties.......

[jiwonhaes]

this is definitely in the top 10 best joe press conference moments

this clip has everything: headband hair from 2023, an outrageous quote about "diversifying his mental portfolio on youtube", joe referring to his favorite bengals beat reporter, ROSY CHEEKS, and a bashful smile knowing he's cracked up the entire room 🥹

[casscainmainly]

Gen Z Dick Grayson confirmed! (From Batman/Superman: World's Finest #30)

[mrsoharaa]

❥ꮺ Tirelessly training with Kuai Liang, losing your perfect stance with a simple slip of your foot, for only him to quickly, nonchalantly, react and stop you from hitting the ground gratingly. One large hand holding onto the midst of your lower back, arching it slightly, as your wandering eyes connect to one another, intensely. Nothing but the embracing, crisp autumn wind bellowing between the two of you, scattered thoughts and brewing tension basking over the thickening air.

"Perhaps training was such a brilliant idea, hm brother?" the sound of Tomas' toying voice quickly rips you both out from the sudden allurement for each other. Sweltering, immense heat pooling into the both of your torrid flesh.

[corpocyborg]

having played a decent amount of bg3 now i can say with absolute certainty that i'm going to durgetash hell

[gingerlee-holds]

Do you think you can help us stop the Willow project? It’s gonna put oils in the artic

No pressure tho !

im just now learning about this

it seems like there's not much we can do except sign a petition and be angry with the demons in power who would rather see bigger numbers in their bank accounts than help a single person better their lives

but i like knowing about these things though so thank you

politics is something im really passionate about, and i never talk about it here lol- wish i had more chances to

[beatheprincess]

Is it love szn in the air ? Cus I'm feeling lonelier than usual :( these damn pervs arent helping

Gna try n be tinys nows. ♡

[slytherinshua]

[loudlittleecho]

Patches! 🧡

Cant have fucking shit in Detroit

[bf-rally]

okay finally colored this!

idk what the sites color theme will be, so the colors will most definitely change but for now we have a logo (ft. my oc A)

[saeist]

“set me up with rin”

you slammed your hands against the hard wood table. scaring the shit out of shidou and aiku

“jesus fuck!” shidou puts a hand on his chest

“feisty. i like it!” aiku reacts, doing a little finger gun

“you didn’t say the magic word” sae murmurs, completely unbothered by your whole ruckus. you could say he’s used to it at this point

your eyes widened hearing sae’s response. did he finally agree to help you out?

“pretty please” you bat your eyelashes at your best friend, who wasn’t even looking at you by the way. he was currently reading something off what seems to be the latest edition of a sports magazine

sae silently flips the magazine onto the next page before looking at you dead in the eye. you watch his mouth open, ready to hear a certain sentence you’ve been wanting to hear for the past few weeks

“no.” he says flatly before turning his attention back to the magazine

both shidou and aiku break into boisterous laughter. only to be silenced by the librarian

“shh!” the librarian shushes. “one more ruckus from your table and i’m kicking the four of you out!” she whisper-yells, typing away on her computer

you dramatically slide into the seat next to sae, leaning on his shoulder as you reach over to tug his hand

“sae c’mon! you know i like him! so do me a favor as your favorite friend and set me up with your cute little brother” you cried out, tugging on his hand again and again

sae clicks his tongue in annoyance and snatches his hand back

“that’s exactly why i won’t set you up with him” sae grimaces

“and that is?!”

“that you like my little brother” sae says casually. closing the damned magazine and tossing it to shidou who was busy laughing at something on his phone with aiku

“that’s barely a reason” you point out, “would it kill you to help your friend that's desperate for a lover?" you add, dramatically falling limp onto his lap

sae pinches the bridge of his nose in sheer annoyance. he's heard of this dramatic monologue of yours for a hot minute. ever since he introduced you to his brother, you have not shut up about him since.

it was a mistake on sae's end. he shouldn't have brought you, along with shidou and aiku along for dinner back at his place but it was his mom who pestered him into bringing you guys over for dinner as his mother wanted to meet who sae's friends at college were

"i didn't know y/n-chan was into younger men" shidou quips, poking your nose as you glared daggers at his face

"rin is just like a year younger than sae, let alone me" you retort

"point still stands, y/n-chan" aiku chimes in a sing-song voice, "why do you like him anyway and not the hotter, better and wiser older brother here?" he continues

you dreamily sigh, still on sae's lap as you think about rin

"well first of all, he's a cutie. second, he gives me tsundere vibes but then again, his brother right here is the same kind so i'm pretty sure it runs in the family and... i guess that's about it" you list off the nice things you can say about rin from the top of your head, "no offense sae, i think you're hot and all but just not my type" you poke your tongue at your best friend who only flicks your forehead in retaliation

"that's it?" shidou asks, feeling a little anti climactic about the whole thing. to him it sounded like you had a good reasons on why you were crushing hard on the other itoshi

"oh! and the fact that he's 6'1" you clasp your hands together, "and also that he's trying so hard to be the star player at our local college team and i find it really cute" you gush

"he obviously doesn't have a choice but to try and beat his hotter and better older brother. right, rin?" sae nudges someone beside him.

wait a second, did he just call out to rin?

you quickly scramble off sae's lap, bumping your head against the table in the process

both aiku and shidou let out an "oof, that's gotta hurt" making you more embarrassed than you already are. you glared at them for a brief second before turning your head to the side to see rin looking all confused and to be honest, a little weirded out

"hey rin. what brings you here?" you sweetly wave at the younger itoshi in front of you.

from the corner of your eye, you can see sae rolling his eyes and mumbling "dumbass" under his breath. before you can smack sae, rin speaks up

"my brother" rin nods his head towards sae who only gives him a look of annoyance before motioning him to spit out whatever he came for

"coach says there's been a change of plans regarding the away games and wants to have a team meeting later at the field" rin reports all stoic

sae huffs, "you couldn't just texted me this information or?"

"you blocked my number, remember?" rin rolls his eyes, gripping on his sling bag.

you let out a little gasp and smacked sae on his shoulder upon hearing the news that your best friend has blocked his little brother's number.

"sae! why would you block your brother?!" you nag, wagging your finger in front of sae's face. sae swats your hand away before he attempts to grab rin for pushing him under the bus like that when you're around

"anyway, that's all. also, mom wants you home for dinner. bye guys, bye y/n" rin shyly waves at you before he trudges away out of the library, away from his brother's impending wrath

as rin disappears from sight, suddenly an idea pops into your mind. it's just a simple favor. the next time you see him, you'll ask rin for his help, and maybe, just maybe, it will lead to something more.

"that little runt.. he's gonna get it from me" sae hisses, pulling out his phone to probably unblock rin now that you know that he got his brother blocked. sae looks over at your face in case you were about to yell his ear off but instead he was greeted with a little smile on your face

oh no. he knows that devious smile of yours

"my dearest beloved sae.. put in a good word for me to rin, would ya?" you wink

[chor-reblogs]

Ohh my goodness! Look at these sweet babes.

Also wow this looks well coded! You did great work :D

A class had us make a simple game with our own assets for midterms so uhh have these sillies

[oddityeffigy]

the government took my couch money 😔

[vesearlee]

──── 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒐

Each stroke of his brush painted the ocean with such precision it took your breath away, only the tides had more than one surprise in store for you.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ── Rafayel x F!Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ── 2.1k 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ── T 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ── Tooth Rotting Fluff, angst (anxiety attack), little dash of crack, slight reference to Rafayel's lore 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒 ── Can’t Help Falling In Love by Haley Reinheart ── Constellations (Slowed) by Jade LeMac 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ── HERE 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ── Written because @smutconnoisseur loves to torture me with heavenly prompts.

─── 𝑳𝑨𝑫𝑺 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ───

The sound of water falling and splashing against the marble floor of the master bathroom was the only sound heard through the hallway to Rafayel’s silent studio. Amber-toned light bathed the room in the glow of the waning sunshine, and streaks of paint were splattered all over the floor — an unfortunate casualty of collateral damage by the artist who worked tirelessly over the taut canvas in the easel’s clutches.

You closed your eyes and sighed. The image of Rafayel perched on his ladder, hand steadily moving a laden brush back and forth with the grace of a dancer burned into your consciousness. The sight was beautiful, and you struck you silent every time you witnessed it.

The only reason such an ethereal vision had come to an end on this occasion, was the artist’s sense of mischief. While in his creative daze, Rafayel streaked a deep indigo through his hair with little care or notice.

“Raf,” you said hesitantly, loath to disturb his streak of concentration. 

“Mm,” he hummed in reply, not stopping to glance at you. The brush swept once over a streak of navy, then his hand returned to his chin. “Yeah, cutie?”

“You– You’ve got paint in your hair and–” Rafayel’s movement towards you was sudden. “No!” you gasped, startled.

The sound of his laughter would normally make your heart swell, but with the sudden, cool sensation of paint covering your skin and clothes in little droplets took the fondness out of such a noise. You stumbled backwards into your chair. “Rafayel!”

The creak of wood made him freeze, and you both stood entirely still as you took in the sight of your clothes — dishevelled and covered in colours. “Oh, hang on,” you sneered while the corner of your lip turned up in a devilish smirk. “I think you’ve got something on your…” 

As fast as you could manage, you reached towards a shelf that was full of discarded palettes.

SPLAT

“Oof!” Rafayel fell from his stool and landed unsteady on his bare feet, his jaw and neck covered in the remnants of the blue he last used and discarded with a disdained, “it’s not bright enough.”

“You started this,” you called, stepping back with as much grace as you could manage in the cluttered studio. “I only wanted to help, but you–” His sudden lurch towards you made you yelp in shock, and you sidestepped his advance to hide behind a shelf that housed rolls of brushes. “Nope, nope, you won’t catch me!”

“Wanna bet, cutie?” Rafayel teased, a vicious grin turning his normally soft gaze sharp. “Damn it, stand still–”

You bolted out from behind the shelf and towards the floor to ceiling windows, only, you paused for too long. Strong arms enveloped you from behind and you felt the deep chuckle from your captor through your back. “I told you, there’s no runnin’ from me, sweetheart.”

“No–! Aw, don’t–!” The cool sensation of paint spread from your ear to your jaw, painting you a sea of indigos and blues. “Raf, c’mon,” you whined, squirming in his hold. “I was joking.”

“You were jokin’, huh? Got a real prankster on my hands.” The arms around your middle loosened slightly, though you felt no need to pull away. “What d’ya say we clean up, yeah?”

The temptation stirred a heat low in your hips, but then you glanced at the paint strewn all over the studio from your combined antics. “...No.”

“No?” The rush of breath was warm against the shell of your ear, and the mock offense in his tone only made you huff with petulance. 

“No. You go, I’ll get this cleaned up, and then maybe you can make it up to me.” The whine that came from him as you pried his arms away from your middle was almost enough for you to reconsider your answer. “Don’t pout at me, go.”

“So mean,” he hissed, jutting out his bottom lip as he sulked off down the hallway.

“So impossible,” you retorted, shaking your head. 

A long, deep sigh of annoyance was the only reply you received before you heard the cascade of water begin. 

With Rafayel now occupied and out of your hair, you stared around the studio at the mess you both created. Blues and purples were the main choice of ammunition, and as a result, splatters and spills danced in a trail of laughter that you followed, only this time with a cloth in hand. 

You hummed a tune to match with the song coming from the bathroom, when you finally came up to the painting he had been working on before he had taken your kindness for granted. 

The luminescent curves of scales and the shimmer of pearled fins glowed in the faux moonlight. It reminded you of something, though what it could have been reminiscent of made a sharp pain throb in your temples. 

The song Rafayel hummed from the bathroom continued its soft melody, and you valiantly tried to follow the tune to distract yourself, when you took a step forward and heard an almighty clatter. “Whoa– Oh, no!” The easel holding the canvas wobbled slightly — without thinking, you reached out and grabbed the bottom bar of the front panel, and you let out a breath of relief for not having touched the wet paint of the canvas. 

“You okay?” Raf called, his voice was muffled by the sound of water on tiles. “That was loud. D’you need help?”

“No,” you yelled back, and you gently released your iron grip on the now steadied frame of the easel. “It’s okay, I’m just clumsy.”

“Alright,” he replied. “I’ll be out soon.” 

Not a moment later, the song began again. Even though he would not see, you nodded in reply out of habit before you glanced downwards at the floor to see what had made the clattering noise. 

The sight made your heart leap into your throat. 

More smears and shades of indigo were splattered all over the plastic spread beneath the easel. Every single shade that Rafayel spent days, weeks on perfecting lay at your feet, utterly destroyed by the pigmentation of the other. 

“No, nonono.” The plastic crinkled as you fell to your knees, hands uselessly stretching out to the mess of what could be considered a sea of colours — it was devastating, and all of what Rafayel would say rushed to the forefront of your mind, bombarding your fears and dredging the worst of them from the depths of your well buried thoughts. 

It was only then something seemed to snap into place, a panicked clarity that set your heart racing at an uncomfortable rate. 

“I can replace…? Maybe?” You blinked the burn of tears in your eyes away, and you carefully grabbed the wooden palette off of the floor to hold it up to eye level. A few brushes above you held the answer, you were sure, and with the mission in mind, you stood up from the floor with a quiet grunt of discomfort. 

Time blurred as you worked, a fevered haze of panic and desperation fuelled your every move until the palette was covered in all hues of blues and purples. Each stroke of the brush in your hand grew sloppy and sloppier, nowhere near as refined as the artist himself — the pit of your stomach swirled with guilt the harder you worked to replicate what he had mastered.

“Sweetheart? What’re you doin’?”

“Oh!” you gasped, the sound choked and shrill with your shock. “You–” The rustle of plastic sounded as you spun on your heel to face Rafayel, who stood shirtless, a wet towel in one hand and the other propped on his hip. The hammering of your heart only thundered harder in your aching ribs, and you swore if you were to stand there any longer, the whole of your heart would miraculously beat from your chest and fall to the floor at your feet. “You s-scared me!”

His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned downwards in a frown. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, it’s not been that long–” He took a few steps forward, the sway of his hips and the loose fitting pants not enough to capture your attention from the building panic in your chest. You backpedalled rapidly out of reach — a well-honed instinct that had saved you numerous times before. “What– I just showered after you covered me in paint. Rude.”

His jokes fell flat, and the lack of laughter made the frown on his lips deepen. 

“I– Uh, um, Raf–” The plastic under your feet shifted again, and the sound drew his attention downwards. You watched with horror swelling in your stomach as his shoulders stiffened. “I’m so, so, sorry– Please, oh my–”

“Whoa, whoa, hold on there, cutie,” Rafayel rushed, his cool hands finally breaking the barrier you precariously built, and he grasped your wrists gently. “You’re trembling, what happened? Talk to me.” 

A broken sobbed forced its way through the blockade of fear in your chest, and he pulled you into his chest. The palms of your hands planted firmly against his chest. “Breathe for me—in, out, that’s it, honey, c’mon.”

The silence filled with suppressed sobs carried on for what felt like hours — being held in his arms always had that effect, though this time, you gripped to his body like an anchor against the bobbing waves of panic that ebbed and flowed like the waves outside his window. 

“I’m sorry,” you eventually whispered against his skin, the words sharp against your throat as they manifested. The pain of your mistake made your heart clench with guilt, and the splattered colours at your feet did nothing to ease the agony. “I– I didn’t mean to, I was trying to clean and I just bumped into–”

Rafayel pulled back suddenly, the palms of his hands cupping either side of your face so he could stare into your blurry eyes. The pad of his thumb brushed softly against your cheeks while he collected the stray tears that had escaped without your notice.

“So that was the noise, huh? Just some spilled paint?” he asked softly, furrowing his brows as he glanced downwards quickly, the multitude of colours in his eyes reflecting the sheer volume of the mess. “Is this why you’re so worked up?”

Words failed to form on your tongue, no matter how hard you tried. A small nod was all you managed, and he clicked his tongue before pulling you into his chest again. Soft lips brushed over your forehead and trialled down towards your temple. 

The sudden movement of Rafayel’s body made you gasp quietly, and you realised he was rocking you side to side, the sway of your bodies matching the now moonlit waves outside. “Y’know, cutie, for someone so smart, you really can be silly.”

You sniffled and pulled back. “What?”

Rafayel smiled cheekily, tilting his head to the side so strands of purple hair fell to the side of his forehead. “You, I’m talkin��� about you.” His hands moved up to your shoulders and gently coaxed you to turn around until you came face to face with the painting he worked on — the deep hues seemed to sparkle under the now dimmed light. “See?”

Long, slender fingers gestured towards the waves in the painting, then towards the scales and fins of the tail in view. “I’ve worked endlessly, tirelessly—to the bone—to make these colours.” 

The sentence was enough for your heart to seize, and he sensed the way your body tensed under his hands. “No, no, listen to me, cutie.” You watched his fore and middle finger brush against the palette you had created in your panic-induced haze. “I worked so hard to get this shade, and here you are, gettin’ it outta nowhere.” 

You blinked as confusion flooded you. “Huh?”

“It’s true,” Rafayel stated simply, and he shifted closer to you so his chest was flush to your back. With a gentle grip, he held the back of your hand and slowly moved it towards the palette where one of the brushes you used in your attempt to replicate all the shades rested innocently. “Pick it up, go on.”

“But I–” you stuttered, still bewildered at his gentle order. “I ruined it?”

A huff of amusement filled your ears. “Ruined it? Oh, sweetheart.” His hand guided your own to the canvas. “You couldn’t ruin anything. Here, I think you should be the one to add the finishing touches.”

The two of you stood in a comfortable silence, the sound of the fibres of the brush the only thing to disturb the soft, even breathing you shared as he held you close, encouraging you to work.

It was only when Rafayel softly gasped and his hands moved to grip your sides that you were pulled from a kind of trance. You looked over your shoulder at him, and found the indigos you painted reflected in his eyes. The smile on his lips was priceless, and you only wished you could capture it forever, just as you captured the beauty of the waves.

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[girlygguk]

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

pairing needy!jk x needy!oc

content needy drabble, 600 words of pure filth, wet handjob, praise, mentions of tiddy sucking, whiny n subby koo, overstim, jk believes in God for a second

a/n oop, sorry for the wait anonnie, i may have dozed off 😭 i wrote this realllly quick & it’s not finished shgjfsdh but my eyes hurt so i thought i’d just post what i have for now since i promised u and finish it another time 😿 rahh sorry baby!!! when i finish it, i promise it’ll actually get to them talking abt free use LMFAOO 😭 love you <3

“oof, well done, bunny.” your voice was soft and teasing as you praised him, your hand still lazily stroking up and down his sticky, softening cock as the cum poured over your hand. jungkook shuddered under your touch, his hips giving little, involuntary jerks at the overstimulation.

“th-th-ah,” he tried to stammer out a thank you, but the words came out strained, choked off by his ragged breaths. your hand hadn’t stopped, your fingers still gliding over the sensitive, red head of his dick, slick with his cum. the sight alone was enough to make you clench around nothing.

you were perched comfy on his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of cute pink lace panties he’d helped you pick out from victoria’s secret last week, your legs tucked under you while your free hand rested lightly against his chest. the big t-shirt of his you’d been wearing earlier was now discarded somewhere on the floor, tangled in a pile with his shirt and trousers, and your nipples were still swollen and sensitive from his relentless sucking while you workked him to his second orgasm a few minutes ago.

jungkook's black briefs were pushed down just enough to expose his thick, swollen cock, and you couldn’t help but smile as your gaze flickered over him. he looked utterly wrecked, his glasses slightly askew on his flushed face, his messy, ever-growing hair falling over his forehead. his head was tilted back against the headboard, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

what a delicious fucking sight.

“baby, p-please…” he whimpered softly, but you knew he didn’t really want you to stop. the word was algebra if either of you wanted to hit pause. and as much as you hate the word and everything it means, you knew that if he ever needed to, he'd say it. you'd pinky sworn on that.

the sound of his cum squelching with every deliberate stroke of your hand filled the room, making the thumbing ache between your inner thighs even stronger.

jungkook’s hips gave another shaky jerk, and you felt his fingers flex against your bare thigh. his desperate little whines sent a rush of heat straight to your core, making your nose scrunch at his cuteness as you leaned closer, your lips brushing his jawline.

“you’re so good for me, bunny,” you whispered, your voice low, dripping with affection and love. his breath hitched, and his eyes flutteresd open just enough to meet yours. “letting me do anything i want to you, hm, cutie?”

his big boba eyes were glazed, exertion and pleasure pouring from them so vividly you could almost see his irises dilate. his head nodded incessantly as your hand picked up its pace, the slickness making every stroke so effortless. the pink flush on his cheeks deepened to a fiery red as his eyes rolled back again, his jaw tilting toward the ceiling.

jeon jungkook was a man of science. a man of logic and fact. he’d never been one to believe in gods or divine intervention. but right now? the only explanation for what he was feeling was that you were either an angel or the fucking devil, and he wasn’t sure if his one-way ticket was going up or fucking down.

“ah, lovie, ahh, f-fuck,” he whined, his sweaty hips bucking up, his cock slipping wetly through your grip. the way your small hand squeezed around his thick length had his throat tightening, a breathy string of curses and high-pitched whimpers spilling from his lips.

it was so noisy, so nasty, so fucking hot.

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[beepo346]

The skrunkly :3

look at this little guy!!! Isn't his smile just so beautif ul guys

[brittle-biscuits]

What You Want? (Friday Night Funkin)

We got the game, lads.

You were at the McDonald’s drive-through while heading to your Girlfriend’s house. You decided to give her a text before your car was next in line.

“Hey, love. I’m at McDonald’s. You want anything?”

“Oh my god! Alright..”

Girlfriend proceeded to give quite the list of what she wanted for her order. It was quite the ask, but you loved her, so you planned to get it to her.

“Damn, you must REALLY have the munchies, love. Alright, I can get it for ya”

“Thanks, cutie! Oh yeah, one more thing. Could you get me extra nuggies with my happy meal?”

“Oof, I’m not sure. They charge me hella extra for those, they’re no joke!”

“Will give ya lots of cuddles and kisses!”

“Hmm…”

“We can totally do it when you come back~”

“Eh….”

“I’ll hold your hand and tell you how much I love you, babe.”

“Sold. I’ll get those chicken nuggies for ya.”

“Love youuuuuuu~”

You spent half your wallet on that, but when you’re eating your food while Girlfriend snuggled next to you while watching cartoons…

You knew it was worth it for her.