#I repeat

[hanakou-often]

Local fujoshi fujos out after seeing two dudes

[vio-marks]

DELTARUNE

IS

WAITING

[idkwh0y0uare-haha]

me and bro

[evellynssocbrainrot]

"Wylan is the most likely to become like Kaz if he experienced what Kaz did."

WRONG!

No he's not! It's Inej. INEJ!!! Inej is the most likely to become like Kaz if she experienced what he experienced. She's just as vengeful and bloodthirsty as him. She also hates being wronged. She also hates being bested. And NOTHING can get in her way when she wants something. There is not a single soul in the entire Grishaverse universe who matches Kaz's freak and insanity the way Inej does.

She's just a bit more reserved, quiet, and self-aware about it, which is why it's not so obvious to see. But hear me out, she's ruthless, and violent, and unhinged, and astonishingly savage. The saintifying of Inej makes me insane.

[lillaberry]

I do NOT have a daddy k*nk but for reasons this clip of Spencer Reid is saved on my phone

[pupcha]

Wow, I'm alive ☠️

Let's start with sketches with Barnaby, because he's a cool guy

Then, i remind you that i really love Howdy, so there are a lot of sketches with him 🤭🤭🥄 (in fact, i have a lot more of them, but i can't show them here). i'll say a few headcanons about the second two sketches!! i think Howdy cooks well because when he looked after his younger siblings or nephews, they needed to be fed. His signature dish is vegetable soup!! It is useful, nutritious, not very difficult, cheap, and you can also feed a large number of people with this soup

In my mind, Beta!Wally is quite an interesting and slightly slippery type. I would paint all my headcannons on him, but I won't. I'll just say that he's trying to look perfect, and he's also more of a poet than just Wally, who's an artist

I also apologize for the fact that I was gone for almost TWO MONTHS ( ﾟ□ﾟ) actually, I have a lot of work, but I can't exhibit half of it here, and I think about the other part that it's unworthy to be here 😔🥄🥄

aaand two sketches for @//clownsuu

I laugh awkwardly at the second sketch.... huh

[univemma]

YES GAWWD

THANK YOU JAMES GUNN

AND THANK YOU FREDDIE STROMA

[natp20]

holy shit

[auronstory]

[leinpurr]

for the sake of my mental health i interpret lochy's "one day i'm gonna take you down" not as him trying to become the superior alpha male brother as many think, but as him trying to break something in saxon. i think in some way he can feel that underneath saxons' facade of confidence, wisdom and secure sexuality there's dark, hidden things like insecurity, inexperience and, the best, saxon reciprocating lochlan's attraction.

so "i'm gonna take you down" is almost a "i want you to admit to what you are"

[belleybbean]

MY SILLIES.., i will never NOT love ace attorney sibling dynamics <3 one of these characters is fierce, can kick your ass, can outsmart you, can body slam you to the ground, and the other is ryuunosuke naruhodo from hit game the great ace attorney (no ryuu hate intended, he is me and i am him honestly)

[frudoo]

Gifts—Joe “Bear” Graves

It’s about TIIIME I write about my baby boy

Merry Christmas my loves!!!!

Warnings: SMUT. Alcohol consumption. Lingerie. Blowjob. Fingering. Unprotected PIV. Creampie ofc. Fem!Reader is fat. MDNI.

“Holy shit.”

Joe sounds breathless, cheeks and neck flushed crimson and a matching fire in his blue eyes. In front of the Christmas tree sits you, your soft body adorned with nothing but emerald green ribbon lingerie. Gorgeous and gift-wrapped, and all for him.

“Welcome home, Bear,” you grin teasingly, beckoning him over with a single crooked finger.

Like a dog to a bone, your husband falls to his knees before you, trembling hands stretching to get a feel of your supple, cedar-scented skin or, at the very least, the silk of your barely-there garment. You’re quick to stop him, fingernails gently digging into his wrists. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Is a man not allowed to unwrap his own present?” Joe teases, working to shrug off his fatigue coat, still caked with sweat and grime from his latest mission.

“I have a different present for you, first,” you roll your eyes playfully before sliding another gift from beneath the tree—a decorative basket with an impressive bottle of aged bourbon and two glasses inside.

Joe’s eyes widen at the sight, and he laughs softly in disbelief as he holds the bottle in his hands, cradling it like it’s a sacred artifact.

“Baby, oh my- how much did this cost you?” He looks at you with such awe, appreciation, bright blue eyes twinkling in the dim light.

“Don’t worry about that,” you wave your hand dismissively, carefully taking the drink from him to pour him a glass.

Your husband shakes his head, but the wide smile on his face betrays the absolute joy that settles in the crevices of his mind. As he takes a sip, he hums in satisfaction, savoring the addictive burn that blossoms all the way from the tip of his tongue down to his belly. There’s a hint of smoke in the aftertaste, rich and bold.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, honey,” he nods, twirling the glass in his large hand before finally meeting your gaze. “You're not gonna drink any?”

“You know I don’t like bourbon,” You shrug, placing the bottle of alcohol back in the basket and pushing it away. “And anyway, I got the glasses customized just for you. It’d be wrong of me to drink out of them!”

“You’re my wife. What’s mine is yours,” Joe clicks his tongue, setting aside his drink. “But I digress.”

You giggle, standing from the cold wooden floor and outstretching your hand to help him do the same just so you can push him down onto the couch. He grunts when he hits the cushion, looking at you expectantly.

At your full height, the lingerie hides even less of your plush body. The set is little more than a vessel to hold the ribbons across your breasts and the sheer fabric that drapes just below your hips. You give Joe a little spin, biting your lip at the low groan that escapes him upon discovering the matching g-string that can barely be passed off as an undergarment. Calloused hands reach out to grab your waist, pulling you back onto his lap. His breath is hot against your neck as he peppers short, open-mouthed kisses there, greedy fingers traveling up to grope at your lush tits.

“Already got me so fuckin’ hard for you,” Joe’s voice rumbles against your sensitive skin, sending goosebumps rising all along your body.

“W-wait, I wanna…” you trail off, gently placing your palms on his thick, muscular thighs and slipping out of his grasp.

His chest rises and falls impatiently but he doesn’t say a word, his eyes following your every move as you drop to your knees in front of him, just as he’d done when he saw you. You waste no time before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fatigue pants. Joe lifts his hips, expecting you to undress him completely, but quickly sits back down when you shake your head.

“No, please, leave them on,” you murmur breathlessly, batting your eyelashes up at him as you palm his aching cock through his boxers.

Joe nods, abiding by your wishes. You bite your lip as you release his dick from its confines, nearly moaning at the sight. He was right—he is so fucking hard, twitching and leaking salty beads of precum that coat his fat shaft and your fingertips. You’re salivating before you can even get a taste.

“Fuck, baby,” he grits his teeth eagerly. “I need you.”

Needing no more encouragement, you dive in, licking through the slit of his thick cockhead. Your husband immediately throws his head back with a prolonged groan at the contact, muscles tensing and relaxing in sync with every swirl of your hot tongue over his tip, down to his heavy balls and tracing back up along the plump vein at the base. He has to bite down on his fist when you finally wrap your lips around him to refrain from spilling down your throat too early.

“Yes, just like- oh fuck yeah, like that,” Joe moans, one hand wrapping around the back of your neck, his hold firm but not tight enough to hurt you.

You hum around his cock with every downward plunge, fondling his balls in one hand and bracing yourself on his thigh with the other. Your jaw pops when you lean forward to take him deeper, but the pain is quickly forgotten in favor of the blissful warmth in your mouth. You bury your nose in his pubes, swallowing him down to the back of your throat and holding yourself there until you gag.

“Baby, stop,” he gasps, cupping your clammy face in his hands and pulling you off of his dick with a wet pop. “Gonna make me cum.”

“Don’t you want to?” You pant, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and wiping away the drool and precum from your chin.

“Damn fuckin’ right I do, but not like this. C’mere,” Joe helps you off of your knees and pulls you into his lap, his lips pressing against yours desperately. “You wet for me?”

You confirm his suspicions with a muttered yes, mouth never leaving his. He tastes like the expensive bourbon you gifted him, deep and musky. He tastes like home.

“Lift your hips, honey,” he whispers, grinning softly when you comply.

Pushing aside your g-string, two of his thick fingers swipe through the dew of your slit and he moans in approval, pressing them into your entrance slowly. You keen, resting your forehead against his, gripping onto the sides of his standard green shirt with clenched fists. Joe curls his fingers to press against the sensitive patch inside of you, one strong arm wrapping around your waist when you try to flinch away. He nuzzles his nose against yours, pumping into you with more vigor. You shake your head, grabbing at his wrist to pull his hand away.

“Baby-”

“Don’t need your fingers, Joe, just need you,” you frown.

He searches your eyes for a moment, and finding no hesitation, nods. Joe pulls you in for another intoxicating kiss, nipping at your bottom lip at the same time he slides home inside of you. You cry out at the sudden intrusion, fingernails digging into his shoulders to ground yourself.

“I know. I know, honey, but you can take it all the way. You always do, don’t you? Always take it so fuckin’ well for me,” he coos, watching in awe at the way you arch your back and brave the stretch.

It doesn’t take long to get used to the feeling, all too familiar with the way your body molds itself to fit him perfectly. You rock back and forth slowly to let him know that you’re ready.

“Atta girl,” your husband praises, rough hands settling on the fat of your hips.

Joe plants his boots flat on the wooden floor, his lap giving you a sturdy seat to work with. You raise your hips and come back down at a steady pace, holding onto the sides of his thick neck for support. Your thumb rubs over his Adam's apple and he growls, pulling you down on him harder. The filthy slap that echoes throughout the living room when your ass meets his solid thighs makes the both of you moan in sync.

��Ride that dick. C’mon, baby, it’s yours, so use it,” he huffs, looking into your eyes so intensely you think you might evaporate.

Still, you eagerly comply, your knees digging into the couch cushions as you roll your hips at a dizzyingly quick pace. Your tits bounce with the haste of your motions, nearly slipping right out of your lingerie. Joe decides that he’s sick of being denied his favorite sight and tugs on the ribbons, pupils dilating at the sight of your pretty pebbled nipples now exposed to his hungry gaze. He takes one breast into his hand and ducks his head down, sucking the sensitive nub into his mouth with a delighted groan. Your pace falters in the midst of the new sensation, so Joe bucks his hips up to help you out.

“Joe, I can’t- can’t do this anymore,” you hiccup, legs burning from exertion.

“That’s okay,” he grunts, hands moving to cup your ass before he stands, chuckling at the little gasp you let out. “Just hold onto me, baby, I’ll get us there.”

You nod and hold onto him for dear life, burying your face in the crook of his sweaty neck. Sometimes you forget how strong he is, but it’s in moments like these he reminds you—effortlessly suspending you in the air and bouncing you on his cock like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He presses his cheek to the top of your head as he fucks you, and despite the brutal pace with which he pounds into you, it’s obvious that he absolutely adores you.

“You’re close,” he observes through clenched teeth, his hips stuttering as your walls clamp down on him tightly. “Gonna cum with me?”

“Yeah,” you whine, tightening your arms around his neck.

“Atta fuckin’ girl,” he growls, fingertips digging into the fat of your ass almost painfully.

He thrusts a few more times before reaching his peak, thick ropes of cum flooding your womb and triggering your own orgasm. You bite down on his neck as he rides out the high, oversensitive but euphorically so. Sweat and breaths mingle as he carefully lowers you to the ground on wobbly legs, keeping you steady with his hands on your waist. The two of you share a moment of silence before busting out into gentle chuckles.

“I think I ruined your pants,” you giggle, gesturing toward the wet spot on his cargos.

“I don’t care,” he smiles, leaning down to kiss you long and slow.

[lovelyjuju]

how do u think yuma would be like as a boyfriend? ❤️

guys, i gave in to capitalism and subscribed to his dm, and if that's anything to go by, bf!yuma would totally send you random rambles about whatever comes to his mind (like, literally, he sent ~10 messages talking about ice cream the other day). but he'd never, under no circumstances, end the conversation without saying that he loves you, either in a text or a voice note.

i also feel like yuma is a very touchy person, so when you're physically together, his hands would be on you a lot – not inappropriately, rather just there for him to feel a little extra connected to you?

yuma is giving me slightly jealous and possessive vibes, not in an obsessive or toxic way, but definitely in a way where he's not hesitating to show others what's his. and i think he'd totally enjoy seeing the way someone falters, or gets clearly annoyed or embarrassed by the fact that they just looked at you too long for your bf's liking. yuma would throw his arm around your shoulder and let his hand dangle over your chest without touching you there. he'd just like to prove the fact that he can have his hand there while showing others that they can't? but if said others clearly don't get the hint, he'd keep his arm on your shoulder, angle your face to look at him and give you just one long and unnecessarily sloppy kiss until they back off 😭

now that we've established that yuma is a little menace (i love him) it's safe to say that you're not getting away from his shenanigans either. bf!yuma would definitely tease you in an almost annoying way, poke your skin wherever he knows it tickles, blah blah – but at the end of the day he's got nothing but love for you and he's 110% devoted to being the best boyfriend the world has ever seen <3

[porcelaintoybox23]

It’s actually hilarious that there’s like a functionally canon MLM couple in tbhx but some of the most popular ships are Nice x Lin Ling and NiceX

[random-dragon-exe]

OK so like everyone talks about King Candy/Turbo as a villain and yeah that's absolutely valid.

But no one seems to talk about Sour Bill and how he has to put up with him 24/7.

Spending 15 years with an eccentric egomaniac who's an attention-whore and is prone to fits of anger must be nauseating. Also the amount of puns he hears daily must be grating, depending on how good or bad they are. (I wonder how often his puns are good hmm)

This probably isn't good for his mental health to be essentially stuck to one singular person for all that time.

Like, he either has the patience of a saint, or he's become desensitized to King Candy's antics over time.

Not to mention, their personalities are exact opposites, so I can't even imagine putting up with someone who's literally the opposite of who you are.

Also when you think about it, King Candy not only stole Vanellope's position, but he also in a sense forced himself onto Sour Bill's side.

I wonder if there was a side of Sour Bill that was relieved to work with Vanellope when his memories came back.

[bilbo12]

HELPPPP, THE WAY SONIC FALLS DOWN TO THE FLOOR!

AND THE WAY SHADOW REACHES HIS HAND OUT TOWARDS HIM, ACTUALLY WORRIED AND CONCERNED ABOUT HIM!

AND THE WAY HIS EARS DROP AND HIS PUPILS TURN SMALLER WHEN HE SEES THAT HE'S NOT GETTING UP BECAUSE HE'S PROBABLY THINKING THAT SONIC IS DEAD AND THAT HE'S NOT ALIVE ANYMORE AND HE CAREEEES, HE FUCKING CARES SO MUCH ABOUT HIM!

EYE PUPILS BECOME SMALLER WHEN A PERSON IS SAD! SHADOW IS FUCKING SAD THAT SONIC SEEMED DEAD! LET'S GOOOOO, HE FUCKING CARES!!!

OAIBFIUSBGIANIPUSFNGUPANOFN I CAN'T WITH THESE TWO! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!