#so flushed

[mgu-h]

post race | saudi arabian gp 2025

[trans-axolotl]

why does the "pour milk on your eyes for tear gas exposure" myth pop up like clockwork every time...please do not do that please only do eye flushes with water. please please please

[dirtylace]

sweating to death

[sinkfood]

a round and unthreatening face

[dontmakemeright]

The urge to make him painfully hard when we're out in public.

To rub his inner thighs near his crotch while we're sitting next to each other, brush against his nipples by accident, whisper the most disgusting things into his ear, to kiss his pretty neck a second too long. To see him crumble, see his pupils dilate, his pants getting too tight.

To make him a dumb and blushy mess for me until he's not even able to talk, just waiting patiently like a good boy until I finally take him home.

[jealousmartini]

I finally get it

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So I found some subs that have helped me change my beliefs about my imagination and the 3D a lot and come to terms with my many contradictions. Before I listened to them, I thought I was affirming to get my desires in the 3D. So after i had done doing my 1 or 2 hour long "I have my desires" affirmations, not a single day would pass when i would think to myself, "i can't wait for my desires to manifest." I also had the habit of imagining my desires to immediately check if the 3D had changed, so that would always leave me expecting something to happen. And i didn't truly recognise my imagination to be my real reality, like yes I got that "whatever I believe to be true in imagination will manifest physically", but I treated this as just think of something and expect it to appear in the 3D.

After listening to these subs and reading a bunch of blogs explaining manifesting in the 4D and stuff, I finally got it. The point of manifesting is changing myself in reality (imagination), believing I am my new self in reality (imagination), and continuing to live as my new self in reality (imagination) (in other words, persist). After this, there is nothing to expect. There is nothing to wait for because I already have my desires in my reality (imagination).

So why was I "expecting change" when I've already changed in imagination? Well, someone once said that "you must be fine with having the results in imagination. If you are not and you keep expecting something to happen to the physical reality, then you are not actually fulfilled." In my case, if I am affirming to get instead of affirming to remind, then I was not really fulfilled. And if I imagined just to see it in the 3D, then that meant I truly never recognised my imagination as my real reality.

I always understood the phrase "Walk by faith, not by sight." But I never really put it into practice and it showed. But it's okay, because I finally get it now.

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Anyway, here are the 4D / Imagination subs I was talking about

I'm definitely gonna make a follow up post to this cus I kinda cooked with that

[gabelew]

I drew the first image of Link and Bazz drinking and chilling together and then it spiraled

What can I say, I just really like watching these two interact, and I think Bazz is weirdly uniquely qualified to relate to at least some of Link's internal drama.

[jadewritesficshere]

Steve is nonchalantly browsing the chips, waiting for Eddie to return (who in all honesty is probably getting the bag of sour gummy worms Steve already said they couldn't grab).

Steve feels a tug on his shirt. He smiles as he turns, expecting to see his boyfriend but-

Steve looks down at the child staring up at him. "Uh hi?" Steve looks around the empty aisle," Where's your parents bud?" The kid shrugs, but points to Steve's shirt," Tiger."

Steve's faded shirt from his freshman year of high school, now the most soft and comfortable after years of wear, does in fact have a tiger. "Yeah, sure is. Who-" the kid cuts Steve off with a loud roar. Steve can't help but chuckle as he crouches down to be on the kid's level.

Steve is fully focused on this kid, trying to find whoever the kid should be with. When he stands back up, he holds his hand out to the kid, who tentatively grasps his hand. The kid continues to roar and talk about tigers.

Meanwhile, Eddie has watched most of this exchange. Seeing his beloved boyfriend talk to this random child, the concern on his face? Eddie watches from a distance as Steve finds the mother, who was freaking out (understandably).

Eddie can't help but watch as Steve says hi to the baby in the stroller, laughing as the baby reaches out and grabs his finger. Steve says goodbye to the family, roaring back at the kid, who lights up.

Eddie can't help but think how good Steve is with kids. How good of a parent Steve would be. Which, started innocent, but then Eddie's mind jumped to the process of how a child comes about.

And now all Eddie can think about is how he's gonna give Steve one. He doesn't give 2 shits about biology, Eddie's putting a baby in that man.

[massivepedipalps]

Super scraggly thing before I study

[zevrra]

jealous, jealous boy!!⋆｡°✩

synop: some hc’s & a mini drabble of my fav jealous arcane men!

ft. jayce & viktor

tags: mdni, 18+, nsfw, straight up smut y’all, fem!reader, p in v penetration, cümming inside, breeding kink, light choking, deep throating, a lil orgasm denial, exhibitionism, dirty talk, smutty usage of vik’s cane, dom!vik

a/n: i will be adding a vander pov to this once it’s finished! >:3

JAYCE

— ✩ jayce is the type of jealous to not realize he’s jealous; not until he’s consumed by it and needs reminding that you’re his and only his.

“you’re mine right?” jayce softly grunts into the shell of your ear.

he’s been fucking you for what feels like hours. his full body weight lays onto your back as he fucks into you. he piledrives repeatedly inside of your pussy, takes you from behind with his arm wrapped around the base of your throat. while he doesn’t apply any pressure to your throat, it’s a heavy (and very welcoming) reminder that you’re his.

“say it. say you’re mine.” jayce huffs, gripping your hip to the point of bruising. his pace is brutal, every thrust digs deep inside of your wet cunt. but for as long as he’s been fucking you, he’s never let you come once. brings you close to the edge and rips it away. he wants to hear you tell him you’re his and no one else’s. this jealous side of him was nothing but delicious. even if he fucked the words right off your tongue anytime you tried to open your mouth.

“wanna hear you say it. say you’re mine.” jayce breathlessly whines. the arm flexes around your throat a little tighter, quickening your breathing as his hips brutally thrust every inch of him inside of you while your eyes threatened to roll into the back of your head.

with the growing need burning in your core, you wanted nothing more than to come around his cock splitting you in half. damn near fucking you senseless but you needed release; it was too much now. “fuck—y-yours! please! i’m yours jayce!” you cry, fingers gripping the sheets as tight as you can. “fuck! yours, yours, only yours!” you sob, tears clinging to your eyelashes. his name then tumbles from your lips again and again while you claimed to be his with every breath he knocks out of you. it’s all you ever wanted to be.

“yeah you’re mine. always mine. mine.” jayce grunts, tightening his grip on your body as his hips continue to grind against you. his cock digs as deep as it can, almost like he’s forcing your cunt to take the full shape of him. “come for me.” he adds, finally allowing you what you’ve craved for, for far too long.

you come harshly around his throbbing cock at his fierce command. tears stream down your cheeks as your much needed release strikes through your body like lightning but jayce’s hips don’t stop moving until he comes deep within you as well. he fills you entirely up, using each thrust to push every drop of his cum inside of you.

and when he finally does stop thrusting, he leans back to pull his thick cock out of your now puffy pussy with a wet pop. he watches with a hungry gaze as his white semen drips out of your cunt. his fingers find your aching core, spreading your folds open ever so slightly before his thumb presses anything that spilled out, back inside of you.

“mmm, now you really are mine forever.”

VIKTOR

— ✩ vik is the bratty jealous type. he’s the type to make you work for whatever it is you want.

the end of his cane presses into the thick of your thigh. viktor leans comfortably back into his usual lab chair but his gaze is anything but usual or comfortable; instead his pretty eyes are narrowed with a haunting look to them. a look you had only seen once, when he was jealous.

it must have been back at the party but your mind is a little too fuzzy to recall every guest you talked to. but someone must have gotten a little too close for viktor’s liking. which is how you ended up being dragged by the hand to the lab by viktor, who forced you to undress and drop onto your knees in front of him.

“you’re not allowed to touch me until you apologize.” viktor’s voice echoes, heavy with jealously.

your thighs shift and press together briefly as he speaks, just as a chill runs along your body from being exposed in the darkness of the lab. totally nude where anyone could walk in on you two; viktor also knew this, which is probably why he dragged you here and not all the way home. he wanted you as vulnerable as he could get you.

“open your legs.” he commands. and you do as you’re told, hazy gaze settling on his thin face. as you adjust, shifting your legs open, he removes the tip of his cane from your thigh only for him to slam it onto the ground between your now parted legs. “use it.”

your eyebrows knit together in confusion but when he lifts to press the bottom of his cane into your pussy, all of your confusion vanishes. another chill runs down your spine as he lowers the cane back to the ground.

hearts in your eyes, you adjust his cane ever so slightly before grinding your core into the bottom half of his cane. a groan slips from between your lips as your hips move once more, grinding down again all the while viktor watches with a close eye. even under his gaze, your hips never stop or stutter. in fact, you move your hips faster. grinding your drooling cunt across the cool of his cane, panting heavier and heavier with each press against your core.

“‘m sorry!” you whine, eyes fluttering as your need begins to burn. “i’m sorry. i’m yours. just yours. i’m only yours, v.” you moan apologetically. you grind pathetically into his cane with every word you speak; until your head falls limp briefly with a particular harsh press against your clit.

your eyes fall from his face for just a second; a mere moment but he catches immediately. his cane shifts away from your cunt and quickly the smooth curve of its handle is hooking under your chin, forcing your gaze back up.

“keep your eyes on me and apologize properly or you are going to be down there all night. and i may run out of patience to sit and watch you be so needy and pathetic.” viktor huffs.

your eyes stare into his own for a moment before they briefly flick to the strain inside his pants. his stiffening cock makes your mouth water as your eyes trail back up to viktor’s. and you’ve suddenly come to realize that you kinda really loved viktor ordering you around; and certainly needed more of it.

so with an eager nod, your hips begin to move to his liking while you remind him you’re his once more.

[sleptthrulimbo]

TODDLACE TOXIC YAOI BEAM BLAST

also normal nice yaoi (scollace). fun happy laughing sharing hug yay love

[vaguely-concerned]

I adore it whenever rook rests their hands on their hips like a handyman or mechanic about to deliver some bad news as to how much the repairs are going to come in at. the hero equivalent of a plumber. they're out there saving the world with the gently beleaguered air of an overworked janitor and I quite simply love that for them

[zellaspinna]

freaks. (derogatory)

[seiwas]

you wear katsuki’s clothes to bed.

among all your cotton and silk pajamas, you prefer the thinning fabric of his faded tees. there are holes in some of them, just a few more seams away from their undoing as they fit far too large on you—but that’s why you love them.

they’re comfy and worn; lived in with love from the man that you love. when katsuki is gone for days or weeks at a time, you find his warmth intertwined within the threads of his t-shirts. when the fabric presses against your back, the bed doesn’t feel nearly as empty as it is.

(though it can never replace him. nothing can, you fear.)

“hoggin’ all my shirts,” he tuts, but you know it means nothing. the roll of white fabric is neatly folded unto itself, its crisp corners unfurling once handed over.

you giggle, shaking off its folds and fitting the hem right over your head. from the corner of your eye, you see katsuki’s gaze, watching you wrangle the fabric over you as the towel wrapped around your body slowly drops to the floor.

he turns away then, a little too quickly, a little too abruptly. if you look at him now, you’re sure you’ll find flushed cheeks and crimson eyes burning in shame for wanting you so inopportunely.

“guess you’ll just have to take me with it then.”

[mblue-art]

someone is having thoughts (he's trying sooo hard to be nonchalant and chill)

[rinammonroll]

It’s been a while. Med school has me swamped to high heaven. My lack of RinaJack art will not stop my love for them though. Commissioned the wonderful @yanabeardoodles to draw my bg Rina with Jack. She did her so much justice I’m. Screaming. Forever in love with this piece.