#this is saur good

[twirlymarimo]

EGGHEAD RORONOA ZORO ONE PIECE EP. 1106

[temeyes]

ok last one for now, gnight!

[jinstronaut]

a taehyung a week until he's released ♥

week 31/52 for @cordiallyfuturedwight 💚

[breatheforchan]

Sdglkgnldgsk that ending with the Halloween thing 😫 that was rounded off sooo so wellllll

Also “Wanna fuck away all your sadness, yeah?” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Request: Daddy BangChan who makes it up to his gf after yelling at her - FOR LITERALLY WANTING TO BE AROUND HIM +he’s so mean :((+

Warning: smut below! mdni.

“…And they do this really cool walkthrough exhibit for Halloween, where everyone dresses up in couples costumes. Doesn’t that sound cute? We can do what we did last year- or we can do something completely new. What do you think?”

Chan doesn’t reply, hovering his slender fingers over the mousepad of his silver laptop. His tongue pokes out of his lips in focus as he types something quickly, moving once again to the mousepad and ignoring your question.

You know it’s not his fault he’s been so checked out lately- Chan’s been insanely busy with work, at seemingly all hours of the day. From the minute he wakes up, he’s typing away at his computer, headphones on, listening to the same samples on a loop, only taking breaks to use the bathroom or tuck away in the kitchen for a quick snack.

And it’s not that you’re frustrated, but you’ve also taken notice of the way he’s stopped planning date nights with you, hardly answers your texts anymore and can barely utter a reply when he’s working. You’ve had to compensate by filling his role where you can, making sure to plan date nights with him when he can squeeze in some time with you. But tonight, it’s clear that he’s checked out again, which means you have to try twice as hard to be close to him.

“Baby?” You query, swinging your feet as you sit on the edge of the bed, facing his desk setup, which faces away from you at the giant window in your shared bedroom.

“Hm?” He hums in reply, though you can hear that his headphones are still blasting samples, and it’s a futile task to repeat yourself at this point.

“Nevermind,” you reply, sighing a little as you drop the question.

He reaches a finger up to pause the music, typing something again on his laptop as you finish your sentence. You feel oceans away from him in your room tonight, at this painful distance while he works on his projects.

“Do you at least want to catch a movie that night?” You say, making your way over to him while he sits comfortably in his desk chair.

The floor is scattered with sheets of music, scribbled carefully with notes and numbers like he’s been annotating them. You pick up a few of them, scanning them over briefly and organizing them into a neat pile, before setting them on his desk and resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. Chan sits up suddenly, taking note of the pile, quickly shifting around to look at the floor, and then his face drops. He pinches his temples in annoyance, sighing frustratedly and saying nothing.

“Baby?” You question again, and it’s then that he finally snaps.

“I don’t know what it is you’re asking,” Chan says, clearly vexed by your presence. “But didn’t I tell you not to touch anything?”

You swallow nervously, taking note of the pile, too. He’s right- he reminded you several times not to clear the mess of sheet music on the floor; it must’ve slipped your mind amidst the stress.

“Right, shit. I’m so sorry baby, I just wanted to be-”

“Now I have to organize them again and I haven’t numbered the fucking pages. Jesus, y/n- could you just stay over there? I really can’t work when you’re standing over me like this.”

Your eyes tremble a little at his tone, feeling instantly guilty for disrupting his work flow. It’s not his fault he works such odd hours of the day when you’re off from your 9-5 like everyone else, but it still hurts having your boyfriend snap at you when all you want to do is be by his side. You can’t remember the last time you sat down to watch a movie with him, and evidently, this weekend won’t be any different.

So with tears pricking your eyes, you make your way back to the bed, sitting on the edge once again and folding your hands in your lap like a scolded child. You feel stupid for even trying to get close to him like this- perhaps you have overstepped his boundaries. The guilt and dejection instilled in you are likely deserved.

Out of your peripheral vision, you watch as Chan types one more thing on his computer, finally reaching up and pulling his headphones off from over his ears. He sets them down on his desk, shutting his laptop halfway closed and swiveling around on his chair to face you. But you make no motion to look at him, keeping your gaze locked on the wall in front of you, tears beginning to fall as you feel his gaze on you, silently praying he won’t see you cry.

Except he already has taken notice; in a swift motion, Chan gets up from his desk chair, making his way over to you and crouching down on the floor in front of you. He takes both your hands in his, resting his chin on your knee and looking up at you with apologetic eyes.

“Hey,” Chan says gently. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled like that.”

You shrug a little, brushing off the event, but Chan remains in front of you, clearly feeling guilty for the fight he initiated.

“I love you. You know that, right?” He asks,

You shrug again, feeling embarrassed as a single tear trickles down your cheek and pools on your chin, where you quickly wipe it off with the back of your hand. Chan takes your hands in his again, bringing both of your palms up to his lips and pressing kisses on each one while maintaining eye contact with you.

“Can you look at me?” He asks in a serious tone, and you oblige, albeit through watery eyes. When his gaze meets yours, you feel more tears begin to form, feeling silly for crying in front of him like this.

“You’ve been so good to me these last few weeks. I’m sorry I’ve been so absent. We’ll do something fun this weekend, yeah?”

You nod a little through sniffles, running a hand through Chan’s hair when he presses a kiss to your knee.

“What do you want to do, hm?” He questions, moving to your other knee to press another series of gentle kisses.

“I just want to be with you,” you tell him softly, your voice emitting a pleading tone. “I don’t care what we do.”

He clicks his tongue, now climbing over you and pushing you gently back against the bed.

“You just want to be with me?” He repeats with a smile, working kisses down your neck. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You can’t help but giggle a little at the contact, feeling ticklish with how his lips graze against your skin before sucking the flesh between them, forming dark purple bruises that trail down your clavicles.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” Chan whispers against your neck, moving back up to your lips to kiss you properly. His hands trail along your waist tenderly as your lips move against his, and he groans a little into your mouth when he feels you arch up into him, relishing in the feeling of having him all to yourself again.

“Are you gonna let me apologize?” He asks with a little smile, his eyes flickering over your gaze as you smile back at him, your tears finally stopping amidst his gentle touches.

You don’t reply, nodding back at him with a pout, and Chan wastes no time locking his lips with yours once again to solidify your answer. His hands trace little hearts across your stomach as he kisses you, moving lower until they’re toying with the hem of your waistband, your legs already parting with anticipation. He skillfully loops a finger through and tugs off your panties, attaching his middle finger to your clit and rubbing little circles, spreading your arousal around your folds and reattaching his lips to yours.

You instinctively breathe little moans into his mouth, your head spinning with the sudden change of emotions. His fingers work you so well, teasing every inch of you like he’s made to pleasure you, his plump lips dancing along your skin and quickening your heartbeat with every movement. You can feel him smile into the kiss, amused at the way you fold for him so fast every time. He knows you can’t stay mad at him when his mouth is all over you like this, but he’s determined to coax an orgasm out of you to prove he’s sorry, that you’ll always belong to him and that his girlfriend will always take precedence over his work.

Chan buries his face in the crook of your neck, groaning against your flesh as your erotic moans fill the room around him, eager to feel you around his now aching cock but wanting you to be satisfied first.

“Feel good?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your temple as he quickens his pace.

“Yes,” you breathe out, grinding your hips further down on his calloused fingers. “Could you put a finger in?”

Chan lets out a breathy chuckle at your request, endeared by the way you never deny yourself the satisfaction of asking for more of him. He’s more aroused at the way you know exactly how to use him, especially when he owes you an apology like this.

“Whatever you want, baby,” Chan replies, sliding a finger into your soaking entrance and beginning to thrust in and out of you. Your pussy is dripping with arousal for him, emitting lewd wet sounds as he pumps you rhythmically, coming up to spread your juices around your clit and back into your entrance.

You’re dizzy with pleasure now, his big hands working you close to your release as he gauges your reactions and smiles in amusement down at you. His curly brown hair falls elegantly into his face as he works you, framing his chiseled jawline which clenches as he watches you.

You sit up on your elbows momentarily, eyebrows arched up in pleasure, watching the way Chan’s painted black nails disappear in and out of your sopping cunt. It’s a filthy sight, but you love every second of it, and Chan brings his hand up to your mouth when he notices you staring.

“Suck,” he states plainly, and he shoves two fingers down your throat, smearing your arousal around your tongue and coming out to glaze your lips in it. You moan around his digits, gasping for air when he pulls out and reattaches his fingers to your clit again, emitting a fervent moan from you.

“Channie,” you whine, grinding your hips up against the pads of his fingers to chase your high. “Want to feel you inside me.”

“Yeah?” He smiles, already undoing his belt buckle over you. “You want me to fuck you?”

You nod eagerly, watching as he tugs his pants down over his waist, freeing his strained erection against his boxers.

“Say it,” he orders plainly, and you sit up to press a kiss to his swollen lips.

“Please fuck me.”

“You know how to ask for it properly,” Chan teases, hovering his hands over the waistband of his boxers, but not removing them just yet.

You smirk against his lips, knowing very well what it is that he wants. And although he’s supposed to be indulging you tonight, it’s no doubt that his little partiality to the term turns you on, too.

“Daddy,” you breathe against his lips, and a knowing smile grows on his face.

“Ask for it,” he commands, and your hands snake down to pull his boxers down yourself.

“Please, will you fuck me, daddy?” You finally ask, and Chan chuckles against your lips, a groan escaping him as he feels you wrap your hand around the base of his cock and give a little squeeze.

“Yes, babygirl,” Chan says, kissing you again and laying you down on your back. “Daddy’s going to fuck you until you forgive him,” he says with a smirk, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sucking your bruised skin between his teeth.

You moan at the delightful sting of pain and pleasure, clasping your legs around his hips to urge him inside of you. In response, he taps his cock against your clit, sliding down to tease your entrance as he meets your lips again.

“This what you want?” He asks, and you whimper against him.

“Mhm,” you breathe, parting your legs further.

“So good for daddy…” he chuckles, finally gripping the base of his cock and slipping into you with ease. The stretch makes you moan instantly, your mouth agape as he begins to thrust in and out of your cunt, snaking a hand around your throat to steady you.

He gives your throat a little squeeze as he does, making you whimper breathlessly as he fucks you hard, your walls clenching desperately around him.

“I’m sorry,” Chan says as he thrusts in and out of you, coming down to place a wet kiss on your lips. “You’re so good to me, babygirl. Wanna fuck away all your sadness, yeah? It doesn’t matter if I’m busy- this pussy belongs to me. You always belong to me, baby.”

You feel your heart flutter at his words, unable to reply as he fucks you a little harder now. His veiny length fills you so wholly and deliciously, your cunt taking him with complete ease now as his hips buck against you. As he moves inside of you, his hands find yours, bringing them up to his lips, where he places a chaste kiss on your palms. He steadies himself again on one arm, using the other to pin your hands above your head and hold them firmly in place.

“Look at me,” he orders, and your eyes force open to meet his gaze, his big brown eyes hooded with lust for you.

From this proximity, you can make out the heavy bags under his eyes, a direct result of the hours he’s spent working in front of his computer and evading sleep. You feel a pang of guilt seeing him loom over you like this, knowing he’s full of the best intentions for you, he’s just exhausted and overworked. And maybe he shouldn’t have yelled at you the way he did, but maybe you should’ve respected his working hours like he requested.

“I love you,” you say breathlessly, tears pricking your eyes again. “I just want to be around you all the time.”

“I know,” Chan says, leaning down to capture your lips in another kiss. “We’ll make it work, yeah? Right now I just want you to cum for me.”

You clench around him at the request, moaning loudly when he picks up the pace, your breasts bouncing with every hard thrust.

“I’m close,” you say, wrapping your legs around his waist, and he groans at the contact.

“Are you gonna let me fill you up?” Chan asks in a low voice, grunting when he feels you push his hips deeper into you. “Wanna make this pussy all mine.”

You nod eagerly against him, his veiny forearms flexing as he pushes your pinned hands further into the mattress and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“Cum for me, babygirl,” he orders, giving you a particularly harsh nibble on your neck as he pumps in and out of you.

And as he gives one more hard thrust, you finally let you around him, your walls clenching on his cock as your juices dribble from your cunt onto his still-hard cock.

The sound of your pornographic moans is all it takes for Chan to reach his orgasm, rutting his hips against yours as he fills you up with his hot cum, fucking you mercilessly into the mattress to fill you with every last drop.

Beads of sweat trickle down his forehead and his muscular figure as he finishes, pulling out and panting heavily over you. His hands then snake down to your swollen cunt, using two fingers to push his cum back into you as it spills out, holding it there for a moment as he leans down to kiss you again.

“Wanna keep it there,” Chan says against your lips with a smile. “So you can feel how sorry I am.”

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, kissing you tenderly and caressing your face with his slender fingers.

“I love you, yeah? Stay here and keep me company while I work.”

Chan tucks his head in the crook of your neck as he pulls you onto his lap, pressing a chaste kiss to your arm as you sort through his papers.

“I’ll number your sheet music,” you say to him, reaching for a pen from the ceramic cup on his desk.

“You will?” Chan says with a smile, pressing another kiss to your arm. “Thank you, baby. I’ve literally been meaning to do that for two weeks.”

You giggle softly in response, smiling when you feel him rub his thumb back and forth across your skin soothingly. He’s already apologized enough, but every tender touch echoes his sorry undertones and his unwavering love for you.

“Baby?” Chan says, and you hum in response.

“Let’s go to that Halloween thing you wanted,” he continues, pressing a series of repeated kisses to your exposed shoulder. “You pick the costumes, yeah? I don’t care what they are. Just want to be with you.”

[bakecity]

lee harker you will always be famous

[catscidr]

I come with more brain rot that occurred to me during my shift.

Xiao being so so nervous to hold your hand with his gloves off. Please kiss the emos hands. He's so scared he's gonna hurt you, but he also wants to make you happy. I personally thing he has sharper canines so the look like fangs, kisses when he mentions them are maditory. He might Telenor away the first few times but after that he might pick up and try and get more kisses.

Scaramouche doesn't know how to complement people. His Kazuha voice line is proof of that. He will try so hard, bur they just come out so wrong. Please teach him how, or ask Nahida to help him. He does love you he's just gotta figure out how to say it.

sharper canines Yes but also xiao with longer and sharper nails…. xiao-with-more-birdlike-design-characteristics my beloved ueueghghh..... anyways moving on

start by taking off his gauntlets first n then kiss his gloved hands to get him used to it! help him get less nervous about handling you by doing small things like that, interlocking your fingers together (still without the gauntlet) and, when he’s finally almost to the point where he’s comfortable ditching his gloves, suggest wearing his gloves in his stead!

there’s still going to be a barrier between your skin and his, so, using his logic, it should be fine! plus the added intimacy points because you’re wearing his gloves….. they might not quite fit but it’s the thought that counts anyways

ooh and when he gives you the green light to hold hands without any gloves… give him so many smooches he’ll forget why he was nervous in the first place ♡ and it opens up a whole buncha new things you can do together! like now you can do each other’s nails! (or just his, if you’re not the biggest fan of manicures)— either way, he’ll still come to you to file his talons nails

he could do it himself by either using the nail file you got him, or by going out to clear some monster camps without the help of his spear, but he prefers the gentle way you handle him instead ♡

scaramouche my beloved. my awkward, maladroit, clumsy, beloved. he knows what he wants to say, and he's so sure of himself that he can say it, but as soon as he opens his mouth it’s like he just…. short circuits.

it's something he never wants to admit, but when he notices that you stopped smiling as much as before when he started... trying to compliment you? because he just ends up confusing you, and eventually frustrating you with the strange "insults" he ends up throwing your way? he can't stand it

but you catch on easily (because he's easy to read once you get used to his attitude), and gradually just play up the act of being hurt whenever he tries to compliment you

he eventually drags his feet to nahida for help, but she already knows why he's scoffing more than usual because you went to her for advice. but she still helps him and pretends she doesn't know why he's asking her "how to compliment people without making their smile droop immediately"; and when he goes to use his newfound skills, you beat him to the punch by complimenting him instead

needless to say, he knows how to compliment you now ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º) will he do it? ehhh, give him some time and eventually he will ♡

[c-kiddo]

honestly obsessed with this quote from the cool down thing from ep 1 of downfall from taliesin: "honestly, this is just caduceus' wildmother. this is literally just a version of caduceus going, "perhaps i wasn't clear. i'm hungry all the time, and i'm violent - hi, im nature. nice to meet you."" like, the idea that nature/the wildmother is not only beautiful and warm and holding (as depicted often with the wildmother and caduceus, she's often described as holding him in commune like a mother holds a child) but also the wild sea (for fjord) and also something that is always hungry. like the wolf that asha is, even when she's in the shape of an elf woman. and also like, i wonder if there's a connection there to caduceus being so thin (unhealthily thin, as described when he's first introduced. something like how uncared for nature gets swallowed up by vines, or dies without water. kind of like the savalirwood and the grove and and)

also inchresting to me that taliesin says this is a version of caduceus. like what do u mean by that. a version of what he worships? im guessing something like that. but also a person he’d be if he wasn’t treated with kindness? like how exandria is being ravaged and burned and destroyed, the air choked with smoke and ash, by the calamity? like hungry feral wolves?

and i am also thinking abt how the first conversation tmn ever have with cad they ask him if he’d be willing to kill people because he’s soft and among nature and standing in a garden making them tea, and he replies of course, have you seen nature? violence is extremely natural. (and thats not framed as something good or bad, its just true.) like word im hungry all the time and im violent! lets fucking gooooo!!!!!

[ancientmyths]

[thematicparallel]

the spear cuts through water — simon jimenez

[saturngalore]

LA CHÉRIE NOIRE

[schadentekkers]

@generationme

happy valentines on behalf of evil bisexuals everywhere

[temeyes]

happy father's day to him!

[bastardbvby]

right off the bat (no pun intended) oblivion battery really gives us this heart wrenching relationship between haruka and kei like this sport is my everything but its meaningless unless you're by my side and i'll attend a high school that isn't even meant to have a team because if we're not taking on the world together i don't want to do it at all and you're the only one who can catch my pitch so without you this career ive been building towards isn't worth it like its been one episode

[chrollogy]

my beloved is back and serving cunt ♡

[cuppahoney]

LET MY GIRL LIVE !!!! DAMN!!!!!!!!!!

[chaelins]

EUNBI Music Bank Commute | June 21, 2024