#I genuinely wouldn’t like that

[trashfangirlsworld]

Also while we’re on the topic, let’s not call the people that don’t want/ can’t log on the qsmp bad fathers. Missa is not a bad dad for not logging on for chayanne. Wilbur is not a bad dad for not logging on for tallulah. Calling them neglectful parents when there are irl reasons for them being away is not fair.

[socvincjpeg]

No bc if i fumbled ford as badly as bill did i'd be on the news

Edit for clarity: The text says ‘I Grow Maddened’!!

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[aardvaark]

the leverage team would have had a games night… once. everyone cheated so much and in such increasingly extreme ways that all mentions of monopoly are banned in their headquarters (this makes talking about marks who monopolize the market very confusing)

[moonkhao]

WE ARE | EP16

[hungharrington]

i’m almost 22 and have never even kissed a boy (which i’m chronically insecure about). it’s made me feel very nervous regarding intimacy or “doing it wrong”. i feel like steve would be great coach and reassure the reader it’s okay and that they’re doing great. nothing to embarrassed about. (my soul needs this so bad)

hi honey !! i think you r so right & steve would be the perfect guy to give all the assurances <3 i hope u know that kisses don’t matter too much til they’re with someone you’re rlly sweet on so i wouldn’t sweat it angel x this one is sfw! wowzer!

You’re on your couch and in Steve’s lap and worried about just about everything. 

Steve’s being sweet about it, his hands resting gently on either side of your waist, his thumbs swiping up and down to comfort you. He’s watching you closely, unaware he’s just taken your first, second, and third ever kisses. How could he know? you think, on the side of insecurity— it seems everybody else your age has already kissed someone. 

“You okay?” He asks, hazel eyes tracing over the soft features of your face. He loves your nose and the shape of your bottom lip— strange things to like perhaps, but Steve doesn’t care. 

You nod but don’t say anything. The motion is a bit jerky. Your hands are planted on his shoulders, holding them probably a bit too tight. Exhaling a breath, you nod again and pretend the fondness in his gaze isn’t making you shy.

“Yeah,” you finally speak, voice smaller than you intend. “Just- just wanna like—“ you swallow, eyes darting to the ceiling for a moment, if only to avoid his intense eyes. “I wanna get this right.” 

A car engine drones by outside in the dusky evening. Steve gives a little chuckle and his hands on your waist tug forward, pulling your attention down and your body an inch closer to his. It’s warm— every part of him is glowing warm. 

“I don’t think there’s any way you can get this wrong,” He admits, awfully sincere about it. 

It’s the truth. Steve likes you a lot. You could probably bite his lip too hard and make it bleed and he’d still find it pleasant. You have that effect on him. 

You don’t know that though. So, every stress seems very, very real. Are you kissing firm enough? Too firm? God, are your lips too dry? 

Your tongue flicks out to wet them, your hands giving his shoulders a nervous, minuscule squeeze. In your chest, your heart is torn between rabbiting in its anxiety or shrivelling in insecurity. 

“I mean,” you laugh a little, if only to cover your embarrassment. You duck your head to avoid his face, murmuring, “If there is, I’m sure I’ll find it. I haven’t, uh, exactly done this… too much.”

“That’s fine,” Steve says instantly. His warm, large hands give a tender squish on your waist, before sliding up and around to curl snugly around your body. He sits up a little straighter, his nose nudging against yours. 

“No, Steve,” you say, cheeks a touch heated. You count his eyelashes so you can avoid his eyes, you voice dropping volume towards the end of your sentence. “I mean, like… like ever.” 

Surprise flashes in his eyes for only a moment. His gaze darts down to your lips quickly but then he’s smiling, nudging closer, and stealing a quick kiss off your lips. Now he’s taken your fourth kiss too. 

You flush, something warm pinging its way up your spine. 

“That’s okay,” He murmurs, sounding like he really means it. 

“It is?” 

“It’s great. You’re great.” He kisses you again—your fifth— so sweet it tastes like sugar on your lips, his arms around you pulling you in closer. You drown in it, enamoured by how it feels to have his lips against yours. God, he makes you dizzy. 

Steve breaks the kiss but stays close, his arms pulling you closer still so you’re straddling him properly. He’s warm, so warm— and so freakin’ nice to you. 

“You don’t find it weird?” You can’t help but whisper. Your eyes crush closed, unable to face him. 

“Weird?” Steve echoes. “Are you kidding me? It’ll take more than that to freak me out.” 

One of his hands shifts up, moving up off your waist to cradle your jaw gently in his large palm. He peppers a string of kisses along your cheek and jaw, beginning to suck a sweet spot beneath your ear. Your hips shift before you realising, subtly grinding down into his. Flames begin to burn in your stomach. 

“It’s—I mean it’s kind of, like, a little embarrassing, don’t you think?” You continue, voice a little breathier than before. You’re not sure what you’re trying to convince of him of— you certainly don’t want him to stop. 

Steve’s lips brush over the barely forming bruise on your skin and your breath hitches. 

“Are you feeling embarrassed?” 

One slow kiss against your neck, his plush lips accompanied by the heat of his tongue. You squirm in his lap but don’t answer, fearful of being too truthful. You are and you aren’t. He isn’t making you embarrassed but you are, just a little. 

Your silence makes Steve pause, digging his face out of your neck to meet your eyes. “Hey. You shouldn’t be embarrassed- if you are for some other reason, we can— we can like stop—“ 

“No.” You cut in, God, now you’re seriously giving him the wrong idea. “No, oh my god, I sound so stupid- it’s not you— Steve—“ 

He cuts you off with another kiss, your sixth, and steals your runaway thoughts. It blissfully chases away your nerves for just a moment. 

“Great.” He smiles against your mouth, giving another squeeze of your waist. “Cos you don’t need to be.” He kisses your mouth again, seven. “All you need to be is enjoying yourself, okay? 

You like the sound of that— adore the way he’s so seamlessly finds the thing that sets your nerves alight and soothes it so easily. You whisper back, “Okay,” and gift him your eighth kiss, sweet and fierce. 

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo being put into a situation where there is absolutely no fighting, just verbal manipulation and perception games, would be amazing to witness. We see a lot in the series how good he is at subterfuge and how he uses his perception to manipulate to great effect, so it’d be so cool to really see it put to the test even more.

Manipulation is one of the most effective tactical strategies of all time, so just imagine Leo putting this skillset of his to the full test. Imagine the boys slowly get up to busting bigger and more powerful criminals, including those with networks of crime under their belt, and a simple fight isn’t enough to take them down. For criminals like this, Leo’s skills in subterfuge would be deadly.

[pinklemonslices]

i’m so happy that edwin’s confession didn’t make it weird. i’m so happy they’re “better friends because of it.” i’m so happy they hug each other and touch each other like normal. i’m so happy with how they are. i’m so happy with how charles’s response was handled. i’m so happy

[monakisu]

L is less of a blanket and more of an iron maiden. squeezing light half to death is the only way his insomnia-challenged ass can fall asleep

gift 1/3 for my DN secret santa @llawlieta ! for ur prompt of light and L sleeping and being vulnerable and fluffy with each other… thank u so much to the @dnsecretsanta mod for their hard work in setting up this whole lovely shebang!! HAPPY HOLIDAYS ∩(´∀`∩)🧡🌀💤

[mioakem]

it’s so easy to forget how disgraceful it was to ship dsmp characters back in the day. like even mention the possibility of cbeeduo being /rom and ur crucified. if u suggested that ctntduo had romantic and sexual tension then u were CANCELLED and deemed a WEIRDO. cpuffychu was just girls being besties and they totally don’t kiss eachother on the lips and ✂️. EVERYONE IS JUST PLATONIC NO GAY ROMANCE HERE

[darlingod]

QoN Ch.6

WAITTTT I just realized at the trial Cardan asks Jude “Taryn?” instead of stating it because he can’t lie & he knows its Jude oh how I love to see it

(I’m aware he later on admits knowing it was Jude when she walked in the room but STILL aweeee)

[imaybe5tupid]

Sexual healing (Marcille x Rin)

ft. Rin and Kabru’s decade-spanning, poorly communicated,and poorly defined open situationship

bonus

Part 3 of my postcanon dyke drama cinematic universe

Part 1

Part 2

Interlude (read before part 3)

[moving-to-dreamwinged]

having an f/o is being constantly terrified that you’re gravely mischaracterizing them or manipulating their personality/character to fit your own desires without realizing it yet at the same time immediately going “yeah that’s wrong” to any perception or opinion of them that goes against your own

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Getting very annoyed by companies using Travis and Taylor’s relationship as a way to promote themselves. It’s so invasive and strange especially after everyone around the two (including them!) have called for privacy and said they aren’t going to comment on anything. Obviously they are aware that people and the media are paying attention to them, but for companies to monopolize on it with disregard to the actual people they’re using is wrong. It’s just so weird to promote a football game as a way to watch a relationship unfold. They should be able to support and get to know one another without having their lives turn into a marketing campaign for a company. Just leave them alone.

[plushefemme]

tell me i'm not the only person in this kink who has a thing for belts…..

i mean, belts and stuffed bellies? when the belly is heavy enough to push on the belt, and when it hangs enough to completely hide the belt buckle?? having to start loosening a belt by several notches because of a steadily increasing waistline….

….unbuckling someone’s belt for them + unbuttoning their pants after a heavy meal and they let out an involuntary groan of relief. good god.

[dreaming-tonite]

Hello, I loved what you wrote about JasonX innocent virgin reader, could you do one like that with Dick GraysonX innocent virgin reader please!!!!

Warning: f!reader, first time, oral sex, fingering

Word count: 800

Dick would simply be the sweetest if you told him, midst making out on his lap, that you’ve never done anything like this before. Silly you, of course he could tell already! With your face so flushed and hands fumbling at his shirt just from some minor touching, it didn’t take him much guesses to figure out that you never went much further from here.

But you have nothing to worry about when you are with Dick. After all, he’d always taken such good care of you, hadn’t he?

He didn’t mind the way you clung to him desperately as he gently kissed his way down your neck (the first time he had gone below your jaw, may you add). In fact, it might have made him gloat a little when he could feel your body heating up at all the sweet nothings he mumbled against your skin as he licked and nibbled, large palms caressing the side of your thighs until he coaxed you to spread your legs for him.

Dick cooed when you twitched, your fingers clawing at the sheets as the pad of his middle finger traced the shape of your folds clinging to your cotton panties, a wet patch already forming on the fabric.

“Here,” he mused, taking you by the wrist and guiding your palm to the nape of his neck, where you instinctively started playing with his curls nervously, “here, here.”

He bit back a moan when you fisted his hair unexpectedly upon the feeling of his thumb pressing down on your clit, a charming smile tugging at his lips when he flicked against the hardened bud softly over the fabric.

“Come on,” you buried your face into the crook of his neck as he hooked his finger into the elastic, his nail dragging alone your hips,” let’s take these off, yeah?”

Your pussy twitched at the vibration from the back of his throat, the stickiness evident against your skin as he peeled your underwear off.

“Dick…” you hid your face in embarrassment when he laid you on the mattress and trailed kisses along your abdomen, his handsome face now hovering above your bare cunt.

“Sh…” you could only see the wiggling of his eyebrows, but the breath fanning against your core still had your legs threatening to clamp tight around his shoulders, “lay back baby. Promise I’ll take good care of you, yeah?”

And Dick would never be mean to you, he couldn’t bring himself to be, even though the thought of making you squirm and sob while he forces your legs open does send a mischievous spark down his spine, that would be for later. For now, all he wanted was to make sure that his sweet little princess would be seeing heaven by the time he was done.

So focused, in fact, that he did not even notice that his skilful tongue and nimble fingers were far too much for you to handle.

He was slow and gentle at first, starting with languish licks along your sopping folds and tiny circles on your clit. But the first, real moan you let out put him in a trance, and he was far too tempted by the urge to hear more to notice your legs kicking and back arching off the mattress in orgasmic bliss.

Again, and again, and again.

One finger turned into two fingers scissoring against your walls, while his thumb tugged at the hood that covered your sensitive clit, his supple lips sucking and licking and kissing at the engorged bud. The hair at the back of your neck stood up when he slurped at the juices that ran down your thigh, his tongue only stopping when he was lapping up your arousal.

It felt so good it almost hurt, and you didn’t even know that you could cum so many times in a row.

He hadn’t even gotten to the actual sex yet, and you were already on the verge of tears.

“Dick, Dick!”

His name came out of your mouth as a pleading mewl, and he finally stopped. You gulped at the sight of your release glistening on his face, the wetness covering his strong jaw and lips. You could almost cum again just from the way his piercing blue eyes stared at you in earnest hunger from between your legs.

Your walls pulsed when he pulled his fingers out, and your face heated up when you saw the silver stringers that coated the slender digits as he spread them.

You already wanted him bad, but your body ached for him when he darted his tongue out and licked each of his soaked fingers clean, lips pulling away with a lewd “pop”.

“Please?” You tried your best to keep your wobbly legs open, batting your eyes at him in a silent plea.

Needless to say, Dick Grayson never needs you to ask twice for anything.

[paulic]

Never forget when Howard Stern said to Paul that his sexuality was so powerful over John that Paul “could have his way with him” and Paul just looked at his finger nails and said “well…💅” or “wooow 💅” and after Stern went on, Paul said “well you know I mean, I like that theory”