#IDK WHAT HAPPENED

[teamunee]

to the once infallible you

[ayeleye]

Fuck Seth club

ref:

[toofypigeon]

oh oh and here's a quick Logan that i put in my diary

[turnipoddity]

i feel sick

[wolfram-but-art]

fucking hate these two

zoom-ins :3

also a version without the filters

this post is in reference of this other post i made a while ago

[spideyhexx]

2 am thoughts with kit:

riding coryo desperately, to the point he’s so enthralled with you, he can barely think. His hands are on you. Your hips, your breasts, your sides, they wander but his hands are so tingly with anxious excitement, he barely can focus on really touching you. His mouth is parted and his curls are tousled, he’s not even doing most of the work and his forehead and hairline is sweating. His gaze watches where you connect to him, watching you take his cock with every movement you give, and he gives some experimental thrusts up against you to hear you whine but you push on his chest and suddenly he’s completely melting under the control you have. And when he gets closer to his orgasm, his gaze shifts to your face, unable to look away from how pleasured you look, that his cock is doing that to you and the moment you mutter, “love your cock so much,” to him, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he comes hard, pressing himself up against you to make sure you take all he has, not caring that your nails are digging into his chest. And the pride…the ego Coryo has when his orgasm is what triggers yours? That’s how he takes back control.

[dramatorgiasticsstuff]

Would you believe me if I said I actually didn't like him–

[felix-krain]

I was trying to sketch out my humanized AM but at some point the "human" part kinda slipped my mind entirely oop-

[ouroborosreilig]

what a big catch !

[reddamselette]

valgrace except its jason helping leo get ready for bed because leo's severely sleep deprived and has been awake for a couple days straight. and while they're getting ready for bed, leo just says, "you know, i really like you. like actually, really like you."

and jason is blushing, the tips of his ears are red as he tucks in leo, his movements suddenly clumsy from the confession and as he gets up to leave, leo grabs his hand and asks him to stay.

it was the first time they could sleep easily without any nightmares so when leo died, jason developed insomnia. and when jason died, leo's bed has never felt colder.

[erineas]

This is how the joke started

And this is the joke itself

Anomaly design belongs to @htsan

[nappingmoon]

I think the way to higuruma’s heart is through acts of service.

wc: 1.3k

the first time you wake up in higuruma's bed is the day after you meet him. he's still sound asleep, and he looks like he needs it, so you let him rest while you get up. when confronted with the choice of slipping out the door or staying, you don't think twice. you make your way into his kitchen, and it's clean-- simple in a way that is just so him. you grab two mugs and get started on a pot of coffee.

you’re not too familiar with him yet; unsure of how he takes it, so you make a simple batch of black coffee and decide to wait to ask him, finding you like the idea of learning along the way.

when higuruma walks into the kitchen, still groggy and hair tussled, it takes him a moment to digest what he’s seeing. he blinks slowly, eyes adjusting to the light pouring in from the window. you’ve got a cup in your hands, full and still steaming, while another sits empty to the side.

“I didnt know if liked sugar and milk in your coffee, or I would’ve brought you some in bed, handsome.” you say, lips just hovering over the lip of your cup. you place it down softly on the coaster and stretch for a moment before grabbing his and turning around, filling it with the rest of the brew. you call out over your shoulder, asking for the instructions to his preferred tastes, but are met with silence. you turn.

“h-” he starts, but seems unsure of how to finish. “how did you figure out the coffee machine?” he asks, and you both know it’s not the question that was supposed to come out. why are you doing this? why are you still here? most of his other endeavors have always fled in the morning, the bed cold and the house empty by the time he awakes. he felt the connection between the two of you last night, but normally the people he pursue leave without a trace, and he’s gotten used to it. it’s what he knows. so why are you in his t shirt, sipping from his mug, and acting like this is normal? why does he find himself wishing it was?

“there’s only four buttons on here, and one is for the clock. you don’t think me so simple, do you?” you tease with a smile.

no, he doesn’t. quite the opposite, in fact. he thinks you’re brilliant. you had met at a bar downtown and talked and talked, the tension eased by a few fruity cocktails. taken by your wit and humor immediately, he found himself inviting you over to extend the night a little, maybe have a glass of wine or two. not entirely surprisingly, you ended up in his sheets, all giggles and sloppy kisses and passionate touches. he fell asleep, sated and content with his limbs intertwined in yours.

instead of answering your question, he replies, “just a splash of milk, please.” 

your quirked brow betrays your skepticism. "not even a little sugar?" he seemed to have had the largest sweet tooth last night, if you correctly remember the sweet drinks that were downed absentmindedly between quips, stories, and touches that lingered just long enough to be more than friendly.

he's sheepish when he replies "i shouldn't, right? i have to limit my sugar somewhere or later down the line I am going to have to see my doctor more often and I am trying to avoid that. she's a scary lady."

he's not finished with his sentence before you tip in a small dash of sugar. "you're still in your early thirties. give it another decade or two before you start worrying about your blood sugar." you bring the mug over, bare feet padding softly on his hardwood floor as you approach. "i don't think a little sweetness in your life will kill you."

as he takes the mug from your hands, his fingers brush over yours. he doesn't look away from you eyes as he lifts the mug to his lips, but just before he takes a sip, he murmurs, "it might."

you hum and walk back over to where your mug sits on the counter. leaning against it, you ask, "how'd you sleep?"

"better than I have in ages," he replies, and his tone is oddly sincere. "I wasn't expecting you to still be here."

"should I not have been?" though you try to sound confident and carefree, a light waver in your voice reveals the fear at the idea that you've gravely misunderstood him and embarrassed yourself to no end in the process.

your thoughts don't get to stray far, however, because he's quick to respond. "no, no. it was a pleasant surprise. you have been a truly pleasant surprise."

your cheeks warm and you suddenly find his cabinets fascinating. "you're not supposed to be smooth first thing in the morning, you know." you grumble.

he's closer now, directly in front of you, and he places his mug down, just to you right. as he retracts his hand, it comes up to tilt your chin back towards him.

he's so handsome it's unfair.

"i'm sorry, sweetness, can I make it up to you with some breakfast?" he asks, his voice entrancing and still thick with sleep. the gesture and the question leave you breathless, so you just nod affirmatively. he places a kiss to your temple before turning and digging around his fridge and grabbing the ingredients he needs to get started.

-

soon after that, you become a constant in his life. he hadn't planned on you as a part of his routine, but you just, fit. in the mornings he finds himself spending less time in the bathroom mirror fixing his suit. now he wakes up eager to get dressed and sit on the edge of his bed with his choice of tie, waiting for you to take your spot between his legs and tie it for him. seeing the furrow in your brow as you adjust it just right, fixing the collar and tugging on the lapels to make sure he's perfect, it all makes him swoon.

before you, his lunch couldn't even be considered a break. he would just pop open whatever prepackaged meal he had bought that day and eat it in between readings of contracts and reviews of cases. now, he leaves his office without fail, never missing the time to eat and listen to you talk about your day.

when his bouts of insomnia get worse, you're there to help him. the house starts to smell like lavender. you've got all kinds of melatonin gummies and you don't let him say no to a massage, first focusing on his temples and scalp, then laying him down to work the knots out of his back. he's snoring by the time you're halfway down.

when he gets really stressed and the pressure starts to get too much, he comes home to a quiet house. he finds you in the bathroom preparing a bath with salts and soaps. you usher him in, insisting on taking care of him- carding water and shampoo through his locks and providing him with a safer space than he's ever had in his life.

higuruma is a lawyer. he deals with people who spin words all day. lies, loopholes, and secrets are all imbedded in his quotidian conversations with clients and colleagues. you, however, don't ripen him up with flattery or kind words. you don't make promises you don't intend to keep and you don't mince and twist your words to use against him. you simply do what you think is right. your actions have captured him far more than any words alone could do. in return, to show you how much he has truly come to love and need you, he looks to what he knows best. contracts.

though, when he's down on one knee, the legalities of it mean nothing to him. all that is important in that moment, and for the rest of his life, his you.

[scatterbrainedbot]

aww 🥰 babies' 270,864,809th act of terror 💕🥳

ive never done a dtiys before but @onionninjasstuff 's was just too cool to pass up -- thank you for the prompt, i had a blast (lol)!

uncropped/movie-screened version below the cut, featuring the amazing orig piece by onionninjasstuff as a ref💜🧡

[gallawitchxx]

drabble number two for @galladrabbles MINE by @jrooc because i woke up, saw this new art by @bluelightning00 & my brain spit this out <3

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Mickey on his knees before you is always a sight to behold. A miracle, truly. A once in a lifetime event that somehow keeps happening.

Even more unlikely is his willingness to play. To sit still, like the best fucking boy, and let you touch and tease and nip and mark and finally look your fill.

You don’t know exactly who the lipstick belongs to, but you don’t care. Not when the deep rouge of it looks so pretty running down Mickey’s throat, and definitely not when you loop a heart over your own name, inked above his heart.

Mine.

[brigid-faye]

lie low micro fic - Wolfstar, canon compliant tears

Remus knows better than this.

Gods, he knows better than this. He knows fucking isn’t a substitute for talking and that everything they avoid by falling into bed is going to fester - he knows that. This relationship with this person was his first and most terrible lesson in that.

They should talk.

But.

It’s Sirius. The man in front of him is the blueprint of every weakness Remus has. He’s as sure to cave to Sirius as he is to turn with the moon.

So he gives in. He gives in again and again because this is his vibrant, brilliant, furious, first and greatest love. He caves because Sirius is a blank wall of misery unless Remus is touching him. They don’t talk. He tries to press words into Sirius’ body with his lips.

A kiss to the ribs - I’ve got you.

The hip - You’re safe.

Throat - Forgive me, love, forgive me.

He knows better than this, but he’s not going to do better. He’s going to keep kissing words into Sirius’ skin until he’s rewritten them both. Until he’s given Sirius so many words that maybe Sirius can give a few of them back.

I’ve got you.

You’re safe.

Forgive me.

Love.

[octoling-wearing-gauges]

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