#but nowwwwww

[sohya]

the ritual

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

tags: fem reader, kids, penetrative sex, breeding

"she’s really good with kids," roy smiles widely to his best friend, a smile that turns into a smirk when he looks over to the raven haired man. cheeks dusted pink while a stupid, love-struck grin covers his lips.

that is, until it’s not and is quickly wiped off when he feels the gaze on him and a bump to his shoulder. "don’t ya want some of your own?" the red-haired man asks, and jason rolls his eyes. "can’t stand kids, basically have some of my own with all the other shits," jason says annoyedly thinking about his one-too-many siblings that he had grown up raising alongside dick. raising kids as siblings and vigilantes has a tendency to make the average man not want children

but, he can’t help but to feel a pang in his chest when he watches you pick up roy’s baby daughter, lian, from your place in the park a little bit aways from the two men. your arms wrapping around her tiny frame as you hold her close to your chest, pointing to jason and roy while encouraging her to wave at the two men. something of a wave, more of a grabbing fist is executed as she matches the smile that you’re wearing, and jason has never thought about getting you pregnant until this very moment.

like a flick of a switch changes in him. he imagines it’s what animals feel when it's mating season; something primal and deep within him that says he needs to be the reason for a bump on your belly and he needs it to happen immediately.

"c’mon, if you get her pregnant now, lian and yours can grow up together," roy pushes more, waving to his sweet baby while doing so; contrastly speaking to jason about impregnating you like it was as normal as he made it sound. "y’know you want it, big man. plus your babies would be so fuckin’ cute," he fonds, "well, her traits would make your babies cute, i don’t know about yours," roy teases with a laugh, hitting jason’s back.

bidding a farewell to your best friend in law and his daughter, you made your way back into your home with jason following behind, locking the door and making his own way in.

"how many kids do you want?" your boyfriend asks, and it’s hard not to take you by surprise. usually these conversations stemmed from previous important conversations, or something that brought overwhelming intimacy. To say the least, this wasn’t the average conversation that’s spoken as soon as you walk in the door.

this wasn’t the type of conversation to follow spending time with your best friend.

"why’re you asking?" you question, turning on your heel with a pointed look and jason shrugs with a roll of his eyes. his keys rustle against the counter as he walks towards you, his cold hand finding yours and leading you quietly to your bedroom.

“i think you’d look good with my baby,” he says, helping you take your sweater and then shirt underneath off. gently, and without rush, like he has all the time in the world if you’re willing. raising your arms to assist the man with his task at hand, you smile teasingly, “somebody’s got baby fever ‘cause of lian, huh?” and jason scoffs with a small laugh, “something like that. also wanna continue our family if you'd like to help,” he insists with a tease while your hands now find his top, doing the same as he did to you. 

his movements are slow tonight, matching the one of two ways you find him in bed. either fucking or making love, and when the latter occurs, you find yourself relishing in every touch that feels louder than they’ve ever been. touches that are soft but with force to be intentional, kisses that are meaningful, especially the one jason presses with soft lips to the spot right under your belly button. his movements that are languid, slow, and rhythmed with every moan and word that he whispers in your ear, say in your neck after he’s kissed the skin there.

months later when he sees your swollen belly, he feels like he’s won the lottery. he feels like you're a prize he’s won and just needs to show off; realistically, he’s keeping you home as much as possible and going out with you in times of needing outside air. your lower back hurts? he’s watched youtube tutorials on massage techniques that help during pregnancy. you have a strange craving? jason’s running out at midnight to get precisely what you’re crazing. oh, your tits are sore after you’ve finally delivered your baby? there’s nothing to worry about when jason asks a quick, “you want my hands or my mouth?”

[meloooooonade]

"Erina's Wrath and Dio's Curse"

Yeah this is for my SBR fantasy Au ... Yeah Phantom Blood is involved in it... Heehee

[salt-n-salt]

so who else has a crush on kent

[fat-fem-and-asian]

Me and the boys (julie, alex, michael, kyle) got a shivlina comission from @chrisfroot and it's everything I could have ever dreamed of

[neopuppy]

daddy

[candlecanoe]

hiii more old chucker art... second one is fanart for His Name Is Church by Gabe1337(clockwords?) on ao3, one of my favorite college au fics ever dont even jokee lad.

alt for first art under cut👍

[mcelroyfamilystaff]

Oh shit check it out we just dropped the cover art for The Suffering Game!

Also if you head over to the First Second Instagram account, their post about the cover reveal includes a sneak peek at Edward & Lydia 👀

[kamurawaffles5684]

I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE DRAW HANCOCK WITH EARRINGS AND A BIT OF A TUMMY LIKE HSBDDBSBNSNSJSSNSNSN GIVE ME MOREEEEE IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE

LIKE JUST LOOK AT HIM GOD DAMNIT IT MAKES SO MUCH FUCKING SENSE

[spineless-lobster]

Do you ever just think about how, as gods, thanatos and zagreus were meant to be worshipped? How mortals fear thanatos too much to sacrifice to him, picturing him as an insatiable beast who takes and takes. How zagreus isn’t even known by the mortals, despite understanding the blood that runs through their veins, their most vulnerable parts.

And do you ever think about how they worship each other? How zagreus allows thanatos that vulnerability, allows him to take him in his arms, his lips, and take take take. How thanatos sees zagreus, always being there for him even when the entire underworld was against him. How he was the steady, grounding heartbeat to zagreus’ chaotic circumstances.

They worship each other when no one else will.

Do you ever just think about that?

[dindjarindiaries]

@ Star Wars I cannot stress enough I want to see this man clean the cockpit area of his ship. Need to see him carefully wiping between buttons so they aren’t accidentally pressed and use air pressure thing to blow off the dust. Leather conditioner on the seat.

What do I need to see?

The layout of the Razor Crest.

I don't care if she's gone. I need this peace of mind

[rubberhosededede]

Hiiiii Robo-Ky Nation

(send me any animated sprites not on here I want them ALLLL)

[rogdona]

[zweiginator]

Pat corrupting innocent!r bodn with art by texting him off her phone to hang out and arts meet with Pat instead of readers pretty little face

patrick waiting until you're in the bathroom without your phone to carefully unlock it and look for art's contact. patrick texting art, asking him to meet up at a local bar. he adds wanting to get tipsy, along with a flirty winky face--something you would send.

art answers immediately, saying he can't wait to see you. patrick rolls his eyes, deleting the messages before you come back. god, you both are so naive, so fucking easy.

and patrick is mad at you--he's so fucking mad. but he's more mad at art. at how he's cooing lies in your ear and picking you up at the store like you're some local whore. touching you where only patrick should. before him, patrick was the only one who had touched you there. it should've fucking stayed that way.

patrick leaves shortly after; he had told art to meet up around 9 and it was 8:56 already.

"listen--i'll see you later. i gotta go." patrick grabs his tennis bag and kisses you on the forehead.

"where are you going?"

you make it so hard for him to leave, sitting with your legs crossed just staring up at him like an abandoned little kitten.

"i have to go home and get some sleep. i have an extra practice tomorrow." a lie, but you're doing the same fucking thing anyway.

the bar is nearby--patrick gets there at 9 on the dot and sees art leaning against his car, smoking a cigarette. he parks next to him, watching his breath materialize in the air as the smoke leaves his lungs. he gets out of the car.

art is confused; patrick stands so close to him, kicking a small rock under art's SUV.

"hey--do you need something?" art taps his cigarette, smashing the ashes with the toe of his shoes.

"yeah, i need to talk to you."

"listen man, i don't know who you are-" he checks his watch. "i'm meeting up with someone here any second now."

"no you aren't." patrick holds his hand out, asking for a cigarette. art hands one over. lights it for him.

"excuse me?"

"you were meeting up with my girl. and now you're not."

art realizes what's happening and puts his cigarette out.

"your girl?" he sucks his top lip into his mouth, shaking his head. "are you sure about that?"

patrick steps closer. "what the fuck are you saying?"

patrick is abrasive and strong-willed. art usually is not this confrontational. but he doesn't like patrick's possessiveness. it's not warranted.

art shrugs, pushing his hands into his pockets. it's cold, and his cheeks are patchy with a rosy blush. "she doesn't mention you. you're just friends."

patrick sucks in a long drag of his--art's--cigarette. "she doesn't fucking talk about you either. especially not when--" patrick smirks. "i won't go there."

"you're a piece of shit." art scoffs. "manipulating your friend so you can touch her because you're a loser. she actually wants to hang out with me. wants to go on dates. wants to--" art leans in. parrots what patrick just told him. "but, i won't go there."

patrick grabs his collar; spit flies in his face. "don't act all fucking coy now."

"all i'm saying is if you and her didn't grow up together--would you still be in the equation?"

patrick chews on the inside of his cheek.

"anyway--" art glances at his watch. "she said i make her feel better anyway--"

"that's bullshit. she's lying she's said the same thing to me--"

art interrupts patrick. "--said i make her feel better when i fucked her last week."

patrick punches him square in the jaw.

[artisadie]

Finished Eastward a few days ago and I am soooooo normal about it and love them a normal amount

[kinardbegins]

IM GONNA SCREAM DHKSDJDKDJDKDB