#prettiest boy...

[jackadudle]

Another Tim Drake fanart cause I love him so much. I'll go crazy if I don't draw my boy once in a while.

[aary-soap]

boys once made out drunk at a party and got a bit addicted 😬

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

mmmmm imagine satoru fucking you in front of a mirror, right.. he's holding you flush to him, his hips ramming into yours at such a tasty fucking pace oh, it feels so good. and then he goes to grab your chin to make you look at him through the reflection, thinking that he's going to see you unravel right then and there but no, no – your eyes meet his and satoru knows that you're not his plaything.

he's yours.

your lips strech into a pretty little smile, pupils blown wide as you coo at him when his hips stutter. he swears under his breath, his cock twitching inside you – you tease him for slowing down, you tempt him with your sticky words.

"c'mon, pretty boy, don't you wanna make me feel good? don't you wanna come inside, don't you wanna fill me up?"

his head is dizzy, but he'd rather die than to refuse anything you ask of him. it doesn't even matter that you're mocking him, that you're just trying to push his buttons – that only motivates him more. he wants to make you proud and he wants to take care of you. and if doing those things means that he gets to be your toy, than so be it. he fucking loves it.

[atdawn]

“Mr. Frodo, look! It's an oliphaunt!“

[mulderscully]

KYLE MACLACHLAN as SPECIAL AGENT DALE COOPER Twin Peaks | 1.06

[saltfather]

i wanna be his pretty boy

[userarmand]

Metronomic, my Rashid.

[lunamarvels]

I just wanna smother him in compliments until he gets all red n flustered 🥺🥺

[lewispullmanofficial]

Lewis Pullman (talking with his hands) on Movieweb

[hi-intrepid-heroes]

the bad kids + text posts: fabian (aramais) seacaster edition

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Wyll Ravenguard as Text Posts

Part 1/?

[emziess]

Oliver Stark as Evan "Buck" Buckley 9-1-1, S04E14

[reislesbian]

[khunwriting]

[Spring Day]

Synopsis: Silver wakes up and loves you, wholly and intensely.

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Mentions of intimacy that could lead to having kids, but it's a single sentence and nonexplicit whatsoever (so could be considered fem!reader or AFAB!reader?).

Pairing: Silver x Reader

It’s so warm. 

That was Silver’s first thought when he started to feel himself come out of slumber. And it was. He could feel the sun’s soft rays against his skin. It wasn’t too hot to the point of causing his skin to itch under the light. No, it was gentle and soothing, almost as if it was a soft blanket cascading over his exposed skin.

The sensation paired nicely with the gentle breeze. Neither too warm nor too cool—just a temperate wind across his face. The floral scent of the nearby wildflowers pleasantly wafted through the air. 

It was by-the-book a perfect spring day, and it wasn’t a surprise that Silver found himself dozing off again, even when he didn’t mean to. 

Part of him felt guilty, especially since he was spending time with you. He remembered idly chatting about classes and future dates plans, but the familiar presence of drowsiness began curling around his mind. But you were always so kind about it, and he remembered the faint “Sweet dreams,” you whispered before the tendrils pulled him into the quiet unconsciousness.

Even if he couldn’t help falling asleep, Silver still should apologize to you, especially as he was laying in your lap before he dozed off. So, the knight opened his eyes and…

…Oh.

Oh, you were so beautiful. 

The thought came to him at full throttle, and he couldn’t stop his heart from thumping against his chest even if he tried. Cause there you sat, leaning against the tree behind you. The sunlight flitted over your soft features and made your locks of hair shine in the rays—Silver swore you look angelic and the way your hair glowed made it look as if there was a halo around your crown. Not to mention, your sweet lips curled into a serene smile, unaware of being stared at by the lovestruck knight-in-training in your lap. 

No, you were too honed in on the letters scrawled across a romance novel you picked up at the library at Rook’s behest. Your shining eyes, putting the most brilliant gems to shame, followed the words across the page with a curious shimmer. You were eating up every bit of information from the book and storing it in your memory, and Silver was so sure that he would hear your recollections of what you read in that melodic way you speak.

And he could imagine the way your lips would part with excitement as you recount an enchanting moment in the story, blushing over the lingering touches and shy gazes between the lovers in the novel. It was so endearing how thrilled you got about these two fictional characters, acting as if the two of you haven’t gone through the same actions hundreds of times before. 

In spite of your gushing, Silver adored you. It was so apparent that he deeply cherished you. Often, he’d hear about it from others. He’d sometimes hear Kalim cooing about how cute the two of you were, then there’s times where Sebek would shout about “how unsightly it was for Silver to ogle you in such an unknightly way”. 

Though his father was more on Kalim’s side of his relationship. He would claim to be the biggest supporter and it genuinely showed. Every time Silver returned to Diasomnia after an outing with you, Lilia would be right there at the entrance with eager ears on how his time with you was. The expansive grin on his father’s face when Silver spoke of your time together always spread immeasurable warmth throughout his chest. It was incredibly comforting to know that his father, regardless of the lack of blood shared between them, wholeheartedly accepted you. 

“Silver, make sure to do right by them,” Silver can practically hear Lilia’s laughter as he sends an offended look towards his father. He can feel the old fae pat his back and look upon his human son with a tender smile. “Oh, I know you will, just humor this old soul will you! I’m fully expecting a wedding after you both finish your education,” 

That thought sends another bloom of joy through Silver’s chest. The idea that you, his sweet and patient partner, loving him so deeply that you would bind yourself with him for the rest of your incredibly short human days has him nearly bursting at the seams with overflowing love. 

Though he only knows fae customs, Silver will practice any traditions you wish if it meant he could continue on life with him at your side. Whatever you wish, he will grant it to you on a silver platter. 

A home? He’ll build it from the ground up, laying down the foundation and constructing your ideal house if it meant you would have a safe place to rest your head. 

Protection? He’d kneel before you in that same manner he would with Lord Malleus, sword at his side and your knuckles to his lips with the promise of safety. 

A family? He’ll kiss every inch of bare skin and love you intimately if that would grace him with your company forevermore. 

The both of you are still so young and in school. Silver wants to abide by his father’s words and do right by you, but a tiny, irrational part of him wants to marry you right here and now, underneath the still flowering crepe myrtle tree. 

Yet because he is a good knight-in-training and a better son, Silver stows the notion away in favor of softly calling out your name. You immediately snap your eyes up to meet Silver’s steady gaze and a smile blossoms across your face. 

“Oh, hello, sleepyhead,” You greeted, slipping your bookmark—a pressed heliotrope that he plucked from the school’s garden when he first started courting you—into your book and setting it on the ground beside you. “Did you have a good nap?”

Before he could answer, you lean down to press a kiss upon his forehead. The spot tingles with your devotion and a comforting heat rises to his face. At the sight, you let out a huff of adoration and let your left hand rest on his face, cupping his rosy cheek. 

Sevens, he cannot wait to spend the rest of his life with you. 

And to stop the two words from spewing out of his mouth, Silver tilts his head to instead kiss your fingers, making sure to linger on your ring finger with a silent vow. 

“The best, my love,”

[sky-is-the-limit]

These are so Gaz coded, I'm unwell.

Thank you, Elliot. We all say in unison.

[cosmicdreamgrl]

stay with the feeling like i do