#and A Lot of teasing

[sanguine-fangs]

Yeah, sure, sex is great and all, but have y'all ever tried being lounged on by a guard dog who's stronger and meaner than you? Serving as a weighted blanket, casually pinning you down beneath them under the guise of cuddling whilst watching a show/video. Their hands roam wherever they please, just softly exploring your skin with their fingertips and nothing more. Their lips are even more explorative whenever they're not pressed firmly against your own: panting hot breaths into the crook of your neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your throat and shoulders. They growl each time you shift, any attempt to move making them more handsy out of spite. Any whining only makes them chuckle at your helplessness and bite/claw at you harder. You're stuck there, helpless to move, and so deeply content to be dumb and teased and frot against another, bigger dog who loves to watch you squirm beneath them.

[seiwas]

just thought about stepdad bakugo being caught off guard the first time your teenage son calls him “dad” 🥺

it’s after years of being with you. their relationship isn’t bad by any means—it’s okay; it’s good. but your son has called him katsuki for the longest time, and he was happy with that, perfectly content even (at least, he thought he was).

it was enough that your boy dubbed his cooking “the best in the entire universe and beyond”; it was enough that your boy trusted him enough with a few harmless secrets that you may never know. it was enough that you’d both welcomed him into your home, into your lives, in a way that’s made him feel like he belongs.

it was enough (at least, he thought it was), until your kid comes home with a group of friends one day and they ask him, “who’s the guy in your backyard?”

between the scrapes of soil against his gardening shovel and mild hearing problems, katsuki shouldn’t have been able to hear anything—but he hears this loud and clear.

your kid tells his friends, “oh, that’s just my dad,” like it’s the most obvious, natural thing in the world and it hits katsuki square in the chest.

the next thing he knows, he’s smiling, eyes a little wet but not yet crying (—is what he’ll tell you later). it’s a small curve of his lips, but it stays plastered on until the moment you come home.

you wonder, when the three of you are cleaning up after dinner, “what’s got you all smiley today?”

he looks at you, back a little straighter and chest puffed out just a bit more. then, he glances at your son just an earshot away, wiping the table clean; he turns to you, mumbling, “tell ya ‘bout it later.”

(like he’s got all the pride in the world, like he’s got all the love in the world).

[habken]

also rip to this panel which didn't make the cut cause it didn't make sense tone-wise.. you will be missed

[puppyaulait]

Streamer/YouTuber AU

[crunchybeards]

Thinking about old man yaoi Detey....

[chongoblog]

Staking my prediction now, once the AI bubble pops and crashes and burns like NFTs did, the next bubble that the big capitalists are going to go for are robotic humanoids. They will suck just as badly, cause tangible damage to the products they're supposed to be assisting with, and no one will like them except the people who have a financial stake in them, but big corps are gonna put all their money into it and then somehow not lose their shirt when those also go belly up because rich people aren't allowed to face consequences for their mistakes

[dcxdpdabbles]

Holiday request: the audit

"What time is your bedtime?" Uncle demands just as Damian is about to go to Batcave to suit up. For a moment, he fights the urge to proclaim he doesn't have a bedtime because he is not a child. Then he remembers that Uncle had been the one to install the anti-child soldier rule in the League of Assassins.

He allowed them to be trained to defend themselves and the organization but not to be sent on missions or be trained to the point he claimed as "abusive." Uncle believed that the young of Infinity Island should be treated like children and that doing so was not a means of offense.

Instead, Uncle thought providing a peaceful and gentle childhood was a gift. Mother claimed it created weaklings, which is why Damian had pushed himself to this point of skill, but even she had known that her brother's wrath would fall upon her if her more intense training techniques were introduced to him too early.

Damian would like to believe he was one of the best in the League of Assassins, but he knew he wasn't. Uncle Daniel's rule made it hard for him to advance against larger opponents.

He could best everyone in his age group in controlled duels and sparring, and he stood a great chance against the idiots in Gotham streets, but only because none of them had any official training.

In the beginning of his life in Gotham, Damian consistently lingers in the background in battles against enemies such as Bane, Killer Croc, or Scarecrow. He was skilled enough to know he would be a liability if he attempted to take a point, but Father had quickly adjusted his training, and Damian was slowly but surely advancing in his skill set.

Mother would be pleased to learn he was better than the assassin's two age groups above him and that his pain tolerance hide rose. Uncle Daniel had likely noticed as well.

He knew it was due to all those hours out in the field of Gotham's darkest streets.

It had been one of the first things he had been displeased with Father over, and if he wanted his plan to work, he needed to make the sacrifice.

"Nine o'clock," he grumbles, crossing his arms. "Nine thirty if it's not a school day."

Uncle Daniel smiles proudly, leaning back into the doorframe of Father's office. The rest of Father's brood stands around looking confused as Uncle shoots Father a smug look, only to frown at Father's glee. Even someone as great as his uncle had thought Father wanted them on the field.

Not that they had all forced his hand. Damian should show him all the security his father had installed to keep him in the manor and the surveillance hours during which he broke through said security to fight crime.

In fact, Damian should asked Drake if he still had the video where Father had shouted at the top of his lungs, "For the last time, just STAY HOME and let me handle the EXTREMELY dangerous hostage situation, kids!"

Only to slap a hand over his face when Brown had taunted him through the coms. "You can't tell us what to do!"

"Yeah, B, you must learn to control your children." Todd's mockery was nearly drowned out by the sound of gunfire. "We're out of control."

"Damian can not stay home alone," Father says, snapping him from his thoughts. He's glancing at the other idiots in the room, who are all making faces, but this is just the opportunity Damian has been waiting for.

He's not about to let them ruin it with their stupid demand to join Father in the field.

He raises his chin, blurting out his demand. "If we all stay behind, Uncle Daniel shall go with you, Father. To keep you safe."

Both men look butler disgusted, which is what prompts Drake to speak up. "You know Bruce? I actually feel a little under the weather today. Maybe I can stay with Damian, and Mr. Fetnon can go for me."

"That won't be necessary when Steph-"

"Oh shoot B! I have this really big essay due tomorrow, and I was going to stay on coms tonight while I worked on it. I can't go with you. Sorry"

Father appears desperate when he flings his eyes to Richard, who only shrugs. "Sorry, Cass and I are going undercover tonight at the new club. I can't watch your back while trying to get party college kids to tell me where the new drugs are."

"Jason-"

"No."

"I guess I have no choice." Uncle Daniel sighed as if this was all a big chore that Damian had thrown at him. "I'll make sure your incompetence doesn't get you killed. Let's go."

Father's teeth are gritting, but when the visitor steps closer to whisper in his ear, all the protest drains from his body, and he, too, sighs wearily. Damian wished he knew what was said between them, but his uncle had covered his mouth, so he could not lip read.

"Fine. But no killing." Father bites, and Uncle scowls

"I don't kill. I know how precious any life can be." He seers, getting into Father's face. He stabs his pointer finger in the middle of Bruce's chest, pressing down roughly on every syllable.

Damian is about to step in, recognizing the rising anger in his mother's brother, only to watch, in real-time, as Father seems surprised by the comment. Much to his hopeful glee a slight blush rises on the man's cheekbones, even as he turns around to moved the clock.

Uncle rolls his eyes before sinking into the ground as Father vanishes from sight. The office has a long silence before Brown breaks it with a nasty snort.

Utterly mannerless, that one.

"Oh, the sexual tension! They will definitely be fuc-" She cackles, only to pause when her eyes land on Damian as if she had forgotten he was there. Brown reached up to pet down her hair, clearing her throat. "They seem like good friends."

"What? I don't believe you understand. Father and Uncle can barely stand each other."

Drake snickers. "Barely stand"

"Enough," Richard speaks up, popping open the top two buttons on his shirt. It's part of his disguise to look as alluring as possible, though Damian doubts someone would give an idiot who can't correctly dress himself the time of day. "Let's leave Bruce and our house guest alone. We all have jobs, so Steph, get on coms, Tim, get some chicken soap, and Damian, get to bed."

"Wait, I'm not actually sick-" Drake protests, but Richard walks right through his protest. He pushes the idiot out of the office and marches him down the hall toward the kitchen.

Damian watches them go before glancing over his shoulder to where Brown vanishes from sight down the pole to the Batcave in a flash of yellow hair. He nearly joins her, but Uncle would have his head when- and it would be when, not if- he found out he wasn't sleeping.

He still has a year to get them together. He must make sacrifices that wound his pride, such as these. Damian pouts to his room but changes into his sleepwear and brushes his teeth anyway.

His bedtime is only ten minutes away.

[chimerafeathers]

party pov of the Siffrinless run through the House during the Loop hangout has a hold on me rn…

i spoke broadly about it in this post but each of them would have much more personal conflicts and thoughts about Siffrin just…..disappearing without a word on the day of the final battle.

i was gonna talk about all of them in one post but i kept having more to say about Mirabelle. and i don’t talk about Mirabelle in depth as much as she deserves. so!

Party POV of Loop Hangout Day - MIRABELLE EDITION

we don’t see the clocktower interaction play out after Siffrin agrees to hang out with Loop, but there’s no reason to believe it goes much differently than usual without the friendquests changing things. which means this probably happens

We’ll stay with you, Mira. Siffrin says it every time this conversation happens.

Mirabelle offers them all a final opportunity to back out. she’s felt guilty, this entire time, dragging everyone along with her on a quest that feels doomed to fail, and that more than half of the party shouldn’t even really be involved with—a child, and two travelers risking their lives for a country that isn’t theirs, just because they had the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

they should be allowed to leave. she may not have a choice, but the rest of them do. so she tries to offer them this escape, even though the thought of what’s ahead fills her with dread, even if she’s terrified she was the wrong choice for something this important and may not be able to protect them, or even succeed at all. and it’s such a relief and a comfort that they all choose to stay anyway, and she doesn’t have to face the House alone. she has support, company, friends to rely on. people who believe in her even when she doesn’t believe in herself.

except when they wake up the next morning, Siffrin is nowhere to be found. not in the clocktower, not in the town. how long do they search? how long does it take them to decide this must be his real answer to the question Mirabelle posed the night before?

Mirabelle takes Siffrin’s act 5 behavior…very personally. in her hurt and anger, she decides that if nothing’s wrong, if he thought it was okay to say something like that in that moment, they must have always been a worse person than she thought they were. she was always uncertain of his motives, his attitude. she reassures herself that their teasing is friendly, like it’s something she has to convince herself is true.

but some part of her really did believe that he saw himself as better than the rest of them—even if she never treated them with anything other than kindness! she didn’t let her uncertainty or anxiety get in the way of treating him with warmth, ignoring the potential bad-faith explanations of his behavior and trusting that they had better intentions than her fears would lead her to believe…until she had evidence that, just maybe, those fears weren’t so unfounded.

the Housemaiden in the Prologue even says that she thought they were mean, at first. uncaring. an impression that didn’t turn around until Siffrin got hurt protecting Bonnie. maybe it’s cheating a little bit to bring Prologue dialogue into an ISAT discussion since they’re not perfectly identical timelines, but i think it lines up with ISAT Mirabelle thinking Siffrin saw themself as “better” than her.

Prologue:

ISAT:

she applies this judgement not just in the moment, but retroactively. whatever goodwill and trust she had read into their behavior before, it’s gone. the person she reassured herself that he was would never do something like this, so she must have failed to understand him entirely, from the very beginning.

there’s no confrontation, in the Hangout loop. just a silent disappearance. they have no context or explanation for what happens. no heightened emotions from the immediacy of insults and anger thrown in their faces. but whatever emotions bubble up have time to simmer.

i can imagine Mirabelle’s thought process might be quite similar to how it is in Act 5.

something must be wrong, for them to act like this. to disappear without a word after promising everyone that they’d stay.

but if nothing’s wrong…she must have been wrong about them. he isn’t the person she thought he was. how could they leave now, after what they already sacrificed defending Bonnie? or was it because of what he lost defending them—that he had given all he was willing to give, and no more?

did they finally decide Mirabelle wasn’t a person worth believing in anymore? that her mission wasn’t important enough to waste his life in its pursuit? that someone like them shouldn’t bother following someone as weak as her?

she gave them the option to leave. she feels guilty that it hurts so much that he took it. angry and betrayed that he would lie to their faces and leave without a goodbye, when for all they know they’ll never see each other again. did they all really matter so little to him?

or was he scared, and unable to face them out of shame? can she really blame them for that, knowing her own terror at what entering the House will bring? maybe he’s just as scared as she is, even if he never shows it like she does. it’s their choice. he has no responsibility here, no obligation to stay and put himself in danger for their sakes. she offered them this. she offered them this. they’re allowed to change their mind. what right does she have to be angry? she would have understood if they’d just!! said something!!! it would have hurt, still, but, but—

did she ever really understand them at all, if she couldn’t see this coming?

[rjshope]

RJ comforting rapline♡

[copiaslittlebat]

Italian nicknames or pet names I feel Copia would use for his partner ❤️

• Amore mio (my love)

• Dolcezza (sweetie / sweetheart)

• Zuccherino (sugarcube)

• Tesoro mio (my treasure)

• Cuore mio (my heart)

• Cara/caro (dear, F/M)

• Diavolessa, diavoletta ~ diavolo, diavoletto (devil, little devil ~ F/M)

• Bambola / bambolina (doll / little doll, F only)

😌❤️

[smuttybucktommyanon]

couldn’t stop thinking about that @118plus fanart

Buck is going to go insane. Tommy’s been watching baseball all afternoon and won’t pay attention to any of the ways that Buck has tried to tempt him away. He’d even resorted to eating a popsicle in a way that wouldn’t be out of place in porn, and it had barely gotten 5 seconds of attention from Tommy.

He’s currently seated next to Tommy on the couch, working one hand slowly up underneath his tee shirt.

“Evan,” Tommy says, gently holding his wrist and stopping his hand movements.

“Tommy,” Buck whines. “It’s baseball. It’s not even playoffs. It's not even local teams!”

Tommy chuckles. “I like baseball.”

“We haven’t seen each other all week,” Buck complains.

“It’s the 5th inning, it’ll be done soon,” Tommy says.

“Unless it goes into extras,” Buck grumbles, looking at the 0-0 score on the tv screen.

Tommy shrugs. “You can wait, can’t you?”

Buck stares at him in shock. “You’ve been doing this on purpose! You-you don’t even care about these games, do you?” Buck accuses.

“It’s so fun when you get all worked up,” Tommy says with a smirk, stroking Buck’s wrist, gripping a little more firmly so he can’t pull it back.

Buck leans forward for a kiss, only to be stopped by Tommy’s hand on his chest.

“Ah ah, four more innings,” Tommy reminds him.

Buck feels like he’s going to combust. He thought it was bad enough when Tommy was ignoring him, but Tommy’s been hoping he’d get all worked up? Wanted him to? And wasn’t going to do anything about it? A whine escapes him.

Tommy moves the hand on his chest to hold Buck’s chin. “You can wait, right baby?”

Buck’s mouth falls open slightly. He nods.

“Maybe you need a little something to pass the time?” Tommy slides his thumb from Buck’s chin into his open mouth.

Buck closes his lips around Tommy’s thumb, gently scrapes his teeth along the pad of his thumb, soothes it with his tongue.

“Mm, just like that,” Tommy encourages. Buck sucks harder, eyes wide as he watches Tommy, glad of his approval. Tommy pushes his thumb in a little further, presses it down against Buck’s tongue. “You just needed to be filled up, didn’t you?”

Buck nods again. Tommy lets his wrist go, strokes up and down Buck’s arms. He traces along one of his tattoos gently.

“I love seeing you when you’re desperate,” Tommy says in a low voice. “When the only thing you want is me.”

Buck whines and opens his mouth, trying to encourage Tommy to fill him up more. Tommy just nudges his mouth closed again, leaving his thumb there for Buck.

Buck bites down gently, continues sucking. Tommy smiles with approval.

“Your lips look so good around me,” Tommy says. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

“Tommy,” Buck whines, releasing his thumb and pressing his face into Tommy’s neck. “Tommy, please.”

Tommy grabs him by the waist and pulls Buck so he’s straddling Tommy’s lap. “Oh baby,” he says, running his hands up and down Buck’s back.

“More,” Buck begs.

“You said you could wait.”

“Need you to keep touching me. Please.”

“And then I can watch the rest of the game?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Buck agrees.

Tommy feeds Buck his thumb again, uses his other hand to pull Buck close, leaves it resting just above his waistband. He turns his head and rubs his nose against Buck’s cheek. “This is all you’re getting, okay? You can stay here until the game is done.”

Buck squirms a little, moving until he can rest his head on Tommy’s shoulder, slurping around his thumb enthusiastically, moving his hips back a little so he can feel the pressure from Tommy’s hand.

Buck can feel himself hardening against Tommy’s leg, repeats the movement to try and relieve some of the pressure he feels. Tommy’s hand on his back spasms, his fingers scraping along the soft skin.

“You can get off this way if you want to,” Tommy says, his voice rumbling in his chest. “But you have to do the work yourself.”

Buck opens his mouth a little, lets the drool run down Tommy’s hand.

“Messy,” Tommy chides. He wipes his thumb on Buck’s shirt and replaces it with his pointer and middle finger instead.

Buck whines in appreciation, rutting against Tommy’s leg. He lets himself focus on the sensation of Tommy’s fingers in his mouth, and the heat and pressure against his groin from Tommy’s thigh.

True to his word, Tommy leaves his hands where they are, but doesn’t do anything to help Buck. Buck has his hands clamped on Tommy’s waist to help give him some leverage. He can feel the muscles in Tommy’s abdomen flexing beneath his hands and grins around Tommy’s fingers, thrilled as always with the tangible proof of Tommy’s attraction to him.

He moves to undo Tommy’s belt and jeans, only to find himself pushed back. Buck stares into Tommy’s glittering eyes, his chest heaving as he tries to recenter himself. Tommy grabs the remote and turns off the tv.

“What about the game?” Buck asks, trying for a teasing tone but too worked up to sound anything other than pleased and a little desperate.

Tommy finally, finally, leans into to kiss him and Buck meets his lips enthusiastically. Tommy moves them so they’re mostly flat on the couch, Buck still on top of him. He grabs Buck’s ass as he grinds up against him, and Buck bites down on his lower lip. Tommy groans against his mouth.

“You’re such a tease,” Tommy groans when Buck pulls away to take a breath.

“That’s rich, coming from you,” Buck says, biting a hickey into the sensitive skin below Tommy’s ear.

Tommy sighs and rolls Buck gently off of him and onto the floor. Buck lets out a startled laugh as he finds himself on his back.

“What are you doing?”

“We have a perfectly good bed, I don’t know why we’re making out like teenagers on the couch.” Tommy reaches down to pull Buck up, kissing him deeply once they’re both upright.

“Bed, go, go,” Buck says, ripping his mouth away from Tommy and shoving him down the hallway. Tommy laughs and lets himself be pushed towards the bedroom.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

everytime pony starts kickin up a fuss about 'practically bein grown' n 'not just bein Darry's kid brother anymore' these images float behind Darry's eyes n he's gotta lock in or he'll laugh right in Pony's face

[smilesrobotlover]

Au where Minish is still alive in Time’s era and they reunite after lbl lol

[boarloved-art]

-> be wei wuxian

-> get thrown into burial mounds and reach out to resentful energy to try and survive

-> accidentally summon a ghost who looks awfully familiar in ur desperation for smth safe and familiar

-> assume ur hallucinating ur buddy lan zhan

-> do not examine why u might be hallucinating ur buddy lan zhan rn

-> pass out

ghost girl posting again....good evening all...

[rhiangalaxy]

Bingge meeting Shen Yuan or Shen Yuan meeting harem for doodle rqs! :)

Sorry Bingge! That's their Yuan-di now <3 Thanks for the rq!! :D

[ID: A Scum Villain doodle. Shen Yuan (in his Peerless Cucumber form) stands dressed in hanfu with a nervous but happy closed eye smile as he is surrounded by various of Luo Bingge's wives. One of SY's arms is being pulled slightly by Qin Wanrong, who has a pitiful look as if trying to get his attention. On that same side, Liu Mingyan has an excited expression, partially hidden by her veil, and a hand on SY's shoulder. On the most right is the Little Palace Mistress, who appears to be sternly giving advice, with one hand raised with her pointer finger up as she gestures. On the left, Ning Yingying has her hand on SY's other shoulder, smile widely with closed eyes at SY. And lastly, on the most left is Sha Hualing who has her arm around NYY, and the other arm raised up towards her own chest as she winks at SY. In the upper right corner is a bubble of LBG who is pouting as his wives take all of SY's attention. End ID]

[khaotunq]

First Kanaphan as ...well, First Kanaphan (GMMTV Safe House 4)