#its 11 pm....

[maro0on]

help

@modawg @writing5ever ive been reading this 69 chapter and 260k word fanfic.... and somehow im already in chapter 64.... its 11pm--

[enimsiyobeht]

stray kids when they're cockdrunk 👀👀

hehehe 😼😼.

Chan’s mouth doesn’t shut once he’s cockdrunk. After you’ve got him bent over and bred nice and deep, he goes from quiet whines to full-on worship. “Yours, it’s yours—fuck—don’t stop, don’t stop, keep it inside me, I need to feel full.” Even when you’ve already finished, he keeps trying to rock his hips, back arching into you, greedy for more. You have to hold him still to stop the constant clenching of his hole, but he just grins through the overstimulation. “You’re gonna fuck me again, right? You’re not gonna leave me like this, right, baby?”

Minho’s the type to talk so much shit before sex—“Hope you can handle me”—only to end up folded in half, whining and grabbing at your wrist the second you thrust too deep. And after? Oh, he’s glued to you. Wraps his legs around your waist, keeps you inside him even when he’s shaking from how sensitive he is, refusing to let go. “Feels too good—don’t pull out, please—please. Just wanna stay like this forever…” You laugh, teasing him, but his nails dig into your back and he’s serious. Get fucked dumb and then stay cockwarm like it’s where he belongs.

Changbin has zero shame when he’s cockdrunk. Zero. He’ll ride you like it’s a fucking sport, thighs trembling, moaning your name like a chant. “F-fuck—fuck—feels so good, baby, keep fucking me like that—!” And once he cums? He starts crying. Not sad crying—happy crying. Overwhelmed. Heart racing. Shaking. Tells you how full he feels, how no one else could ever make him feel this fucked out. Bites his hand to muffle the moans as you give him another round. “Can’t stop thinking about your cock—can’t stop—wanna be like this every night.”

Hyunjin lays there, spread out and ruined, limbs loose, lips glossy with spit and tears. He babbles, pupils blown wide. “More,” he slurs, drooling a little, thighs twitching. “Didn’t cum enough… you didn’t fuck it deep enough…” Even though there’s cum dripping down his legs and pooling under him, he’ll still tug at your wrist with glassy eyes. “You wanna paint me again, right? I’m still not finished.” He’s artsy even in his obsession, begging to be fucked like a blank canvas—marked, bruised, and filled with your colors until he can’t think straight.

Jisung’s on crackhead mode post-fuck. He’s giggling, twitching, humping against your abs even when he’s too sensitive to keep going. “Ahaha—y-you broke me, I think you actually—fuck, yeah, right there—nnnngh, oh shit!” And then he moans at his own voice. He gets high off your cum, literally, acting dazed and drunk and teasing. Slaps his own ass just to watch your face twitch. Tries to jerk himself off again with your cum still leaking out. “Round four? Five? You’re not tapping out, right? Right?!”

Felix is the softest, filthiest thing when he’s cockdrunk. Clings to your hand, kisses your chest, and begs you not to stop even while his tears roll down his cheeks. “Please, please—make me yours again—don’t waste it, just cum in me—please, fill me up—” The second he feels you release inside him, he melts. A blissed-out moan, eyes rolling back, toes curling. He’ll hold his legs up after, make you look at the way your cum’s dripping from his hole and whimper for you to stuff it back in. “Don’t wanna lose a single drop…”

Seungmin pretends to hate being cockdrunk. Tries to hide his stuttering moans, covers his mouth, glares at you with flushed cheeks. “D-don’t look at me like that,” he pants. “Not my fault your cock feels so fucking good…” But the second you degrade him? “Ohh—fuck—yeah, talk to me like that—” Call him a good bitch and he shakes. Slap his thighs and his voice breaks. Even when he’s trembling, too wrecked to move, he’ll beg for one more thrust. “Wanna feel it again, wanna cum with you in me—please, please—”

Jeongin can’t speak when he’s cockdrunk. Can barely form words. Just gasps and cries, voice wrecked, drooling into your chest as you hold him through it. You ruin him once and he’s already dizzy, but then you press deeper and say, “You can take more,” and his eyes roll back. He’s full-on drunk. Body limp. Mind gone. “Yes… yes, please… fill me again… need it so bad…” He cuddles you after, hole leaking all over your thighs, nuzzling into your neck like he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing. Just wants to stay plugged up, marked, and messy.

[wolfythewitch]

Do you think Jesus ever felt homesick. Do you think he missed his mom

[crplpunkklavier]

from 2 years ago, still hits. happy new year kids

[wrightfamily]

happy aai2 LOCALIZATION ANNOUNCEMENT. i will add image ids later but i wanted to get these out!!!

!!!!!!AAI2 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!

[astraeus-tree]

Disparities Between Our Souls

PROLOGUE - Someone I Have Loved, But Never Known

Retelling of this

Prologue -> Chapter 1

Lonely.

That’s what it was like in this manor.

It wasn’t forsaken, quite the contrary actually. It was full of life, many resided in this plot and many more visited, but those figures were strangers to you. Strangers whom you knew the name and face of, strangers whose secret lives were known to you, but strangers nonetheless.

Much to your misfortune, your father was one of these said strangers. Your only proper conversation with him was when you first moved to the mansion and were introduced to your father.

From the first moment you met him, you knew your relationship would be strained. After all, he didn’t even bother to pick you up with the butler when you were revealed to be his daughter. His public persona of a playboy certainly didn’t help this opinion of yours towards him.

Alas, your instincts were right. You barely saw him in the manor—in fact, you saw Alfred more than him.

What you didn’t realise at the time though was that your siblings would also leave you in the dark. That you would be a lonely person despite not being an only child. Excuses piled upon excuses whenever you tried to talk to them.

Dick was “busy with Bludhaven, he’s sorry he can’t come.” You envied him, he had good relations with almost everyone in the family and everyone connected to the Waynes or Batman.

Jason… Oh dear. He was your baby brother that went through too much, too young. He was your sole companion in the manor before he died, but now, your relationship was just as strained as it was with the other members of your family.

Tim’s time was taken up with solving cases or taking naps in the most random spots. You knew more than most that it was better to leave him alone to his own devices.

Damian had hated your very existence. Initially you tried but eventually you gave up, like what you did with the others, when you could see that harboured nothing other than hatred for you.

The only exception to this conundrum of yours was Cassandra. You two were finally forming a friendship after the barrier between you two finally crumbled. You weren’t close just yet, but it was getting there. Hell, you’re even proud to call her your sister.

Your upbringing was vastly different to your current life. You grew up with your aunt, your sweet lovable aunt. You dearly missed the simpler times when it was just you and your aunt, not with this ‘family’ of yours.

If you could, you would still be living with her, but the circumstances were not in your favour. Instead, you spent your days alone in a manor as big as the hole in your soul created by the loneliness you’ve been living with for the past few years. In fact, that’s what you were doing right now. Eating your dinner separate from your family in order to not felt left out, ironically enough.

You didn’t hate them, no. In fact, you held admiration for them for protecting Gotham and other cities, but when your auntie sent you to live with the Waynes in hopes to live a better and more social life, disappointment was inevitable.

Another day passes by in Gotham, nothing of note worthy happened during the day, and nothing that differed from the usual happened at night. Batman and Robin were on patrol, and the rest were doing their own patrol or dealing with other things, which you assumed were criminal-related as well.

You slept in the quiet of your room. The only thing seemingly out of place was the barely audible sound of small legs scattering on the floors. An anomaly in the usually clean and arachnid-free Wayne Manor. Not as if you would hear it though, after all, why would you be awake in the dead of night?

The pain that was induced to your arm was definitely a reason why. Your eyes snap open and although your mind was still half-asleep, you could tell that this pain was like no other. To make matters worse, lifting any part of your body felt impossible, like your flesh was suddenly replaced with lead.

Your vision becomes blurry, tears welling in your eyes as you suddenly felt the room get hotter and hotter. Or was that your body getting warmer? You couldn’t tell with everything happening almost all at once. Your breaths shorten and become shallow from not only the sudden fever, but also the overwhelming sensations.

In the corner of your eye, you think you see a colourful circle, oddly resembling a portal that people would see in movies, but you were pretty sure your mind was deceiving you. You definitely didn’t care right now, all you wanted was to get rid of all this pain and go back to sleep. You wanted to call out to Alfred, but he was most likely in the Batcave and something in your gut told you your voice wouldn’t reach him even if he wasn’t.

Your vision faded in and out, everything was swirling, even when you closed your eyes. You could feel the sensation of being pulled, but you had no chance nor energy to fight against it.

All too fast, yet simultaneously all too slow, your mind faded to black, the pain too much to deal with.

Taglist

@kik1010 @cxcilla @00hellohello00 @bluepanda08 @frankie-moon3 @guyfuitty @lumi320 @type-ink @kye-chen-r @sugasweettea @sillyheartmoonnyx

Finally done this oml. Sorry this is so short, I wanted to add more of the original idea, like introducing Miguel, but it didn't feel like it fit as a prologue so I cut it and moved it into the first chapter, which I will try to make longer

This isn't edited, so there will most likely be mistakes, feel free to point those out and I will fix them as soon as possible. I also don't speak Spanish, only English and Tagalog so if those two words were kinda cringe for all you Spanish speakers, just tell me and I'll remove them lmao

I was writing this through a writer's block and a splitting headache so I apologise if the writing is a bit sub-par

I'd also like to mention that this story will be a bit slower paced, so do with that what you will

Thank you all for the support in the OG post as well, that honestly made my week

Have a great day/night everybody <3

[liamket]

i have lost control of my life so i drew big brother wars

[problemcore]

miscellaneous smpv doodles (inspired by jambound <3) and a candy apple that came out p good :•)

[ryllen]

[ x . x . x ]

[stardatez3ro]

i love that star trek has so many autistic characters that theyve got the whole fucking spectrum in there .on a scale from worf, odo, spock, data, julian, deanna and wesley to picard what type of 'tism do YOU have ?

[monstertsunami]

they invented balloons that make you cry so so hard

(watch on youtube)

bonus: cool frame that didnt make the final cut!

[scuggirlbestfriends]

day 24

hat

[0vergrowngraveyard]

basically i paused at the right time and had to draw this

[sticcmann]

yes that is whiskey she drinks it with a silly straw

I need to adultify pyro more to offset all the depictions of her being treated as a baby that girl fucks and drinks and owns a multi million dollar corporation

[nemkero]

solstice

redraw of this

[fiyaharts]

ok now im having fun