#god hes so cute. im so !@@@@@ i like him so much. like ..... !!!!!!!!!!!!

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

can you share a snippet of joker!Yunho?🥺 i feel like i'm going to be obsessed, i know you absolutely ate with this i'm so excited

➯a/n: whooooop im happy people are excited kkkkk this story was just one of those ones that struck me out of nowhere and wouldn't go away until i wrote it

Lowlife Princess

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❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

"They became the King and Queen of Gotham City — and God help anyone who disrespected the Queen."

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut with plot, gotham au

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: see masterlist for general fic warnings: sex worker reader / obsessed joker yunho, touch starved reader / touchy yunho, crying from physical affection + fear, dacryphilia, daddy kink

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✈︎eta: june 1st

18+.MINORS TAKE A HIKE.

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There's no rhyme or reason, he's just doing what he feels like will please him; like he always does. And he knows it will please him deeply to hold you.

You look like a frightened deer: your chest rising and falling quickly, your body stiff as you lay next to him, your eyes either blinking too slow or too fast.

"Are you scared of me?" He knows the answer is undoubtedly yes. But he wants to see how you'll react. What you'll say.

"Yes."

The corner of his lips twitches upward. Most people would say no to try and please him, especially in such an intimate setting.

"Why? I haven't harmed you, have I?" He hums as he reaches and toys with a piece of your hair.

"Not yet."

He laughs, shaking the mattress a bit, "oh, doll~ You're so cute..." He sighs, his hands twitching for a split second before he finally caves and wraps his arms around you; yanking you towards him and closing the gap.

You panic briefly, sure that he's finally going to take what he paid for. But he doesn't make a move. He wraps his arms around you shockingly tender, one around your waist and the other around your shoulders; reaching up and petting the back of your head.

You start letting the tears that have been threatening your waterline fall. Well — you don't let them. They come whether you want them to or not.

"Put your arms around me."

You slowly move to do so, your tears dampening his button down shirt as he cradles your head to his chest. You hold onto his back lightly; and you hate that it feels so nice to be held. Not to be held down or stuck, but to be embraced.

The Joker has thrown you for loop after loop. Never, never, would you have thought this is how the night would go. You expected to be bruised and sore by now, but instead here you are being held like a precious, overpriced stuffed animal.

You start sobbing, and your choked noises come out even as you bite your lip.

"Shhhh," he coos, a large grin on his face as he rubs your shaking back, "doesn't this feel nice?"

You nod into his chest, your fingers twitching to hold onto him as he gently pulls your head back.

He smiles softer as you meet his eyes. He cups your cheek in his palm, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb and smearing your tears. "You're so pretty..." He bites his tongue as he wants to continue. He just broke down a layer of your walls, he has to be careful.

"It's been a long time since someone just held you, huh?" He pouts, wrapping his arm around your waist tighter.

You nod again, not trusting your own voice. Not even knowing what you would say. The Clown Prince of Chaos has you so confused.

"I thought as much... don't you worry, pretty girl," he gently guides your face back into his chest, hiding his gleeful expression as he can no longer hold it back. His brain is pushing him, nagging for him to get just one more thing before he's fully satisfied with his first night with you.

"I'll hold you until the sun rises —you just have to do one thing for me."

You nod quickly, probably too quickly, but you don't care. If he'll keep true to his promise and hold you like this — you'll take it. You don't care that he is who he is as the heat of his body warms your soul.

"Just say, 'please, Daddy'... and I will give you anything you want."

You pause for only a moment, swallowing the remainder of your tears. "Please, Daddy." You whisper into his shirt, "please, just hold me."

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[starry-bi-sky]

watch me end up making a superdad au coz of WTNS

because!!! because i was thinking about how funny it is that Bruce's first two kids (Dick and Danny) would be superman fans, and how funny it would be if that influenced his opinion on Superman when they first met. And then I got to picking that apart, and how Danny's opinion and feelings on Superman would have the bigger impact on Bruce than Dick, since Dick's admiration for Superman (presumably) comes from the standard little kid "he's an alien and he can FLY" (and flying graysons) stuff. Which, while very very cute, is easy to ignore and disallow swaying feelings on.

But DANNY? It's not the same. While part of Danny's admiration comes from the same "holy shit he's an alien and can fly thats so COOL" vein, it also comes from a place of feeling deeply relatable to him. Both he and Superman were/are perceived as incredibly powerful, deeply dangerous creatures that are nigh impossible to stop, they have a handful of powers that are similar to one another, and they are (one of) the only ones of their kind. Superman is (one of) the last Kryptonian, Danny is (one of) the only Liminal in existence, and they might not be the same species but the principle remains the same and they're in the same boat.

As a result, Danny would just, god, he'd find so much relation in that. And yeah they're not the same but Superman would make him feel just a little less alone, a little more seen, and he'd find so much comfort in that.

And Bruce, by the time he meets Superman, would know by then about Danny's powers and his experiences and his time as Phantom and as a Liminal. And it's easy to ignore your kid's admiration for another Superhero when it stems from a place of plain hero worship or simple appreciation. It's harder to ignore it when your kid admires a Superhero because they make them feel seen and relate to them on a level you can't reach them on.

When that's the reason, how could he not think differently about Superman? When, by then, he's seen the scars left on Danny's body from all of his fights; when he's seen him cry and break down over never being able to fly again thanks to the blood blossom poison; when he's heard all about the struggles he faced with his powers, the fear he had about being found out, the fear he had when he was first developing them; and how he was ostracized by his city for his efforts just because he wasn't human, despite how much he was just trying to help.

How could he not look at Superman when they first meet, mask-to-mask, and have a little voice in the back of his mind go: 'my kid is a lot like you'

its making me emotional. if these feeligns persist im going to end up making a superdad au

[darlingdaisyfarm]

A thought I’d like to share:

Imagine Ford proposing to you except it’s young/pre portal! Ford.

He takes you out to a nice restaurant and the poor dude can’t relax, like all. He’s bright red and keeps fidgeting with the ring box in his pocket, meanwhile you’re just staring at him from across the table with a concerned look and keep asking him if he’s okay. Poor guy can’t even think straight, seeing you in a stunning outfit that he definitely picked out for you, and all he can think about is making you his spouse and kissing you silly.

Eventually when he does propose it starts as something science-y and profound (he wrote it down and practiced) but the poor guy ends up tripping over his words and ends up just blurting out the question. Once you say yes he gives you the deepest most passionate kiss he can muster until you’re dam near seeing stars.

After dinner is done he scoops you up the second you get out of the restaurant and takes you back to his car where he once again kisses you silly. The wedding is supposed to be scheduled after the portals completion but it never happens for obvious reasons, except once he gets back and post weirdmageddon you two reconnect again, somehow, and he finds out you kept the ring he gave you. The ring, by the way, is made of some crazy alien material but it’s like..crazy beautiful and also matches your eyes. Anyways cue wedding organized by Mabel and your two of you finally get your happy ending.

I know this is long and crazy tooth rotting fluff but I want to kiss him so bad it’s insane

(P.s-I feel like Stan would be the type to either say “you’re my wife/husband/spouse now” with no further explanation OR also stumble over his words similarly to when he tried to flirt with Lazy Susan)

Also I read your most recent post about having a Stan fic in the works and the first time I read it I misread “Stan” as “Satan” and just accepted it

aaAAA YES YES YES im gonna cry because i too want to kiss him so bad it’s kind of ruining my life

everything is sfw here but ill anyways hide it because i talked too much, sorry i just love it

first of all, Ford and Dipper making “plan lists” with bullet points like “ask them about their day” and “don’t forget eye contact” is SOOO real. “ah yes! rehearse my conversations like they’re mission briefings”, the clipboard is shaking in his hand, Ford is clearing his throat every two seconds trying not to look like a nerd and failing miserably

and you just sit there smiling because you know, you always know, you’ve seen him like this before, all flustered and over-calculating and cute as hell, and every time it just makes you wanna grab his face and kiss his stupid genius forehead

yes, this man definitely planned everything. Ford reserved the restaurant three weeks in advance. he absolutely picked the outfit for you, “as a surprise!”, “i saw this in a shop window and thought it might be. . . flattering to your uh, body?,” meanwhile he’s been daydreaming about how you’d look in it for weeks. Ford nearly passes out when when you wear it, walking out of the room

he keeps checking his pocket every second, afraid the ring's gonna mysteriously disappear. god, he had a speech, a beautiful, sprawling, poetic thing about quantum entanglement and soul mates and probability curves and how the odds of finding someone like you were incalculably rare. and he practiced it in the mirror. but none of it makes sense or works when he’s there across from you, trying not to let the little velvet box burn a hole in his pocket

you ask “are you okay, sweetheart?” and Ford wants to run away because he's literally dying from anxiety. Ford needs a shower, more than one, even if he despises them. he’s sweating, knees weak and all his academic vocabulary just vanishes. and he blurts it out finally, “will you marry me— i mean, i want you to—uh, i have a whole speech! just, wait, n-no, say yes first??”

you barely let him finish, saying “yes Ford oh my god of course i will marry you” although you're no better than him, almost choking on your saliva from excitement and happiness. ohhh the kiss, the KISS that follows, Stanford surges over the table, turning off his ever-working brain for the first time in so long. hands trembling, glasses askew, but it’s all feeling, finally letting himself have what he’s always been too scared to want. he’s chosen you, and you’ve chosen him, and he can’t believe it’s real

(id like to add that if kiss happens in the restaurant, then the whole place claps and some peeps are sitting with “😧😧” faces but Ford doesn't notice. HE ONLY SEES YOU)

my heart is broken though :(( the wedding that was supposed to happen but doesn���t, because gravity falls fandom is allergic to happiness! tragedy and science and destiny and fear— and YET!! his sweetheart keeps the ring. the weird alien ring that shimmers, and it matches your eyes because he designed it that way. Ford studied the spectrum of your irises. he matched it to a metal from a planet he swore he’d never forget

you still have the ring, wore it on a chain, you kept it safe. and when Ford sees the glint of alien gemstone, he just falls apart, his knees go weak all over again, just like 30 years ago. he doesn't know how to ask “you kept it? after all these years ?” without bursting into tears in front of his love. feeling emotional as well, you gift him a kiss on the cheek, staring into his brown eyes that have held onto their love, even after three decades lost in other worlds

oh emotional rollercoaster, from fluff to angst and now back to fluff, thanks anon :'')

so.. Mabel organizing your post-apocalypse wedding with, of course, glitter, rainbow themes, FLOWER CROWNS (need Ford in one), and a playlist that includes both classical violin and her favorite boy bands because “you’re old but you’re still in love and that’s what matters guys!” (Ford has to be dragged out of the lab three separate times but he makes it)

and this time, when he says “i do, my love,” he doesn’t trip over a single word.

and you, standing there, marrying the man who once shook through a speech because he loved you too much to say it right.

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and YES to the Stan sidenote, btw!

i could talk about Stanley forever and ever but i’m pretty sure this ask is meant to be Ford-centric! but he’s absolutely the “you’re my spouse now, deal with it” type.

“hey, uh, so—uh, if you want. i mean you don’t have to, but like, technically, would you maybe wanna—be married? to me?? but it’s fine if not. totally cool. i mean i got a ring but, uh—where are you going?”

i love this ask so much

[1nc0gnit0-g1golo]

MEET-CUTES: part two

"Is Joel gay? No, it can't be. But god, did he want you. It wasn't in his plans to crush this hard on you, after so many years of celibacy. You just happened. "

warnings: swearing, adult-ish themes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

hello ^^ im back, THE TRANNY LIVES ON!!!!!!

anyways, following part to 'meet-cutes'. It was annoying 2 write because i have certain parts very clear in my head of what i want to do, but i need to write in between them or the story would make no sense....this is also why this chapter is shorter, 1780 to 1160 words or something like that. The following chapters might be longer or not. I think it's a matter of what fits in a chapter.

(Another gif from the show because Pascal does an expression Joel makes in a scene i wrote.)

have fun! <3

Joel was totally fine after meeting you. You definitely didn’t wreck his world. You didn't make him question his likings. You also didn’t wake up his dick from a 12 year old coma.

You didn’t make him think of the most obscene things imaginable during work or when he is spending time with his daughter. You did not pollute his mind with pictures of your devilish smile and the sound of your voice. The longer the picture of you stuck in his head the more ideas he's got.

He saw you once and he’s already addicted. (NOT !!)

Today was the dreaded Tuesday. As he hit off the alarm, he hesitated to stay in bed if it meant he could avoid what was about to happen. As much as he was excited to see you again, he didn’t want to make an ass of himself like last time. Maybe he could just give the money to Tommy and that’s all.

The day went awfully slow. He was excited yet anxious. His mind was still foggy with pictures of you and now, scenarios of what could happen tonight. It made his work sloppier and rushed, something he knows he would never do usually. But obviously, today isn’t usual. Tommy think twice before commenting on it.

“You got that 20 I asked for?” “I do.” He snaps the door at his brother. “I think that’s a fair price to see that waiter o’ yours.” “Shut up and get in.” Tommy did so, with a shit-eating grin.

After getting into the bars parking lot, the brothers notice you and the bartender talking. You weren’t in uniform yet. You had jeans and a red graphic tee shirt that stuck to your body. Your beard had grown a little, and you were wearing a single silver hoop earring on your left side. You were beautiful, smoking a cigarette and chuckling with your colleague. You probably started the conversation to get a free cig, but he won’t pay no mind to that. “Evening’ boys!” You say, spotting the miller brothers getting out of the car. “Got yer money.” Tommy pats you on the shoulder. “Right. Bet that’s your brother’s.” You slap back, and Tommy laughs. Joel stands there like a lost puppy, not really knowing what to do. “Hi Joel.” You wave at him. His heart rates goes through the roof for a second before coming back to you. He nods his head to reciprocate the gesture. The colleague gets called back to work and Tommy follows, thirsty for some whiskey. It left you and Joel all alone on the parking lot. You sit down on one of the concrete blocks. “Will you be playin’ tonight?” “What?” His brows furrowed. “Today’s poker night.”Oh right, the whole reason for him to be involved in this.

“Will you be playin’ ?” He sits down next to you. He’s so big compared to you, you think. You might just get thrown out of the block because of his big butt—“I’m— I won’t. I’m kinda tired.” You let the cigarette butt fall and drop to the ground, crushing it with your shoe. “That’s a shame. Would’ve been nice to win back my twenty.” Joel says, playfully. It earns him a wide grin from you. “Is it a challenge?” He stands up. “ ‘s a promise.”

The next time he saw you, you were back in your uniform running around the bar. For a Tuesday, a lot more people where coming than Joel would’ve expected. It’s probably due to poker night. The nice jazzy ambience took the pressure off of his shoulders. The booth they were sat in felt nice and warm, almost as much as his bed. Tommy ordered something to eat while waiting for you to come out and chat again. Your boss forbids, but you can’t help yourself when Tommy’s around. It’s always fun and banter. Joel was much softer, quieter. What he thought of as boring about himself made you quite interested. After all, how could brothers be so different from another?

“Hey Tom. I heard Ashley’s here tonight.” You peak your head right above the booth. For once, you were hovering over Joel. Tommy’s face sunk. “Who’s that?” Joel asks, turning his head to you. “A friend o’ mine. She always whoops Tommy's ass. I'm surprised you still come here. ” “Yeah yeah.” He swings his beer. You scan the room, checking if any supervisor was around. Sitting in the booth and kind of nudging Joel, you and Tommy start talking strategies on how to win tonight. You tried to ignore the feeling of his thigh, or your shoulders pressing for a few seconds. It's like a small rush of adrenaline that got you extra sassy.

"So, what about them twenty bucks ?" You ask bluntly. "Uh-Joel?" Tommy turns to his borther. "What," he rests his beer bottle on the bar next to him, brows furrowed. "The money. You said you'd give it." He shrugged. "No clue what'yer talking 'bout baby brother." he insisted on the last part then met your face again- "Excuse him, poor fellow..." He lands a hand on his heart. You swallowed hardly as you saw how his pec was engulfing his hand. And his hand was quite big, too. They're all rugged and tan from a hard day of work. Seeing them other than carrying heavy objects or working on something felt like a privilege and you knew it.

Taking a picture of the moment in your very own mind, Tommy used the pause to think of something.

"My brother--he'll-- uh..." Both you and joel turn to him. He was thinking hard of a plan to divert the attention from him AND play matchmaker with you two; "Yer sink's broken right?" "Uh yeah, in the bathroom." You added. "My brother'll take care of that !!" Tommy exclaims. "I'll what now?" You look dumbfounded and Joel takes back his beer as if he was too sober for this. Fidgeting with a button from your uniform shirt, you think about it; it's been almost two months since it started leaking, and you didn't want to pay for a professional because it would be too pricey. After all, you have a second sink in the kitchen, bring a mirror with you and it's just like the bathroom. "That would actually be a life saver." You look up meeting Tommy's eyes. Oh no. There's no point fighting it now-- joel will have to do it, if it wasn't because of his brother, it would be because of your puppy dog eyes. "Fine." Tommy claps back by making a snarky answer joel couldn't give a care in the world to-no, what he was focused on was your soft hand now all sweaty on his shoulder. "Thank you Joel. You're really helping me out." Offering a sympathetic smile. You went back to your tables and he went back to his bottle. So that's another Rendez-vous. Okay, fine.

[keii]

Early morning (actually afternoon) Xavier scribbles ft. gremlin gf.

[hinamie]

these 3 and their weird catty love triangle have bewitched me body and soul

[shaadowmilkcookie]

One of Shadow Milk’s many prop replicas of himself, left behind. Even though the eyes are forever staring straight into the distance… Oddly enough, you still feel like you’re being watched.

But surely, though, it won’t hurt to take it home and touch up the colours, right? :)

[binnybinnychickendinny]

okay bc like. seeing the pics of uhhh yk macklin in the hotel room and then people saying "get someone else to connor bedard right now" actually did make me very like. Agh about him. like. the fucking narratives man. he has wayyyyy too much on his shoulders. and now the direct parallels of him and mack with like 1st round pick who is still Happy even on a bad team + 1st round pick who is very visibly going through it and has no one to support him. and is getting blamed for all of his team's failure when no one is doing the same to mack (afaik anyway). like. oof man.

[just-null]

HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEW JJK EPISODE BECAUSE NORITOSHI IS SO ADORABLE

IVE SEEN HIM. HES SO.... BREAKS MY FACE

[darlingdaisyfarm]

MORE STANLEY TALK MORE STANLEY TALK!!!

I lowkey just wanna make out with him fr, just like stay up super late with him, watch some shitty tv in our underwear. Then lowering the volume to ask each other basic questions like: Did you pay that one bill off? How was your day? Do you wanna go to the store with me tomorrow? Can you take out the trash before you go to bed? Do you really love me? Can I kiss you?

And then the two of you do, and it’s short and sweet and cute at first. Goodnight kisses and peck, but the neither of you pull away and it turns into something nastier. Wet loud kissing sounds just bounce off the wall and the two of you are just humping each other because you love each other so much and you’re both just so damn horny and missed each other all week and-

Im so goddamn lonely.

godddd yes. yes to all of this. making out with Stan in nothing but your underwear. i really love writing about kisses. any kind of kisses, sloppy, lazy, messy or soft, light ones, whatever. and i really love that state where both people are just touching each other so sensually, like they’re just about to start making love. ugh i adore that kind of intimacy so much, so thank you for giving me the chance to write smth about kisses!!

nsfw-ish? i guess? one mention of Stanley as your husband

“did you pay that one bill?”

“yeah.”

“can you take the trash out later?”

“mhm.”

then you ask if he wants to go to the store tomorrow, and he shrugs, then presses a kiss to your shoulder and mumbles, “sure, babe. i just wanna be with you.”

“you still love me?”

“more than anything.”

and then there’s a pause. “can i kiss you?”

“yes please” you smile when you hear that little noise he makes when you lean in first, as if he wasn’t expecting it, even though he hoped.

those first few kisses are barely there. kisses that say “yes, i still love you” or “im always here for you” so soft and habitual. Stanley kisses your eyelids trying to keep the dreams away, kisses your cheek, it’s muscle memory at this point. he tilts your face up with one big palm, the roughness of it against your jaw making your breath hiccup a little, and he just stays there for a second, holding you like that because he knows you like the physical contact. and you do. god, you do.

you still haven’t gotten used to how big this man is. in every possible way. when he pulls you into his lap and lets you settle your weight down, it feels like falling into a sea you’d happily drown in. your thighs wrap around his big hips and your hands play with the edge of his tank top, fingers brushing up under the hem until you find that familiar warmth, that trail of hair, the golden chain sliding cold against your knuckles. your hands are roaming, and Stanley gasps softly when you tug a little at the waistband of his boxers. the tv’s still running but neither of you care.

biting at his lower lip just to hear him chuckle, that deep, hoarse, sleepy chuckle, and you giggle too. Stan answers by grabbing a fistful of your ass and rolling his hips up into you, what makes you gasp into his mouth. a little revenge.

and it’s slow. aching, even. but you continue playing with the edge of his gold chain.

Stanley keeps one arm around your waist, the other still cradling your cheek, and starts thrusting his hips again, slowly, moving, so that you end up grinding on him slow as molasses. his eyes are half-lidded, barely clinging to the tv, but you both know he’s not watching. not really.

you’re exhausted, but the idea of sleep is laughable. the warmth of the bed can’t compare to the heat of your husband, your Stanley, to the solid presence of his big body. and right as your eyes flutter shut against his shoulder, Stan moves again, dragging you along with him in the laziest, filthiest rhythm, the two of you are sleepily fucking through layers of cotton.

his hands trail down your back, warm and wide, teasing the edge of your underwear and slipping a few fingers beneath just enough to make you gasp again. and then he leans in, whispering against your lips, “i’m not even gonna take ‘em off to fuck you, baby.” you whimper and brace your hand on his shoulder like that’ll help you, but nothing could. his voice is a rasp against your mouth, from cigarettes or sleep, you don't know, probably both. Stanley groans when your hips catch just right, meeting his thrusts, you grind down again, feeling how hard he's getting, and his head tilts back to give you his throat, which you happily leave a kiss on.

you’re not even having sex yet, just humping, rolling your hips like teenagers because your bodies need to touch, saying i love you without even using words.

kisses. so many kisses. you press kisses to his ear, bite it when he breathes too hard, then move to his temple, then his forehead, murmuring between kisses, “i wanna make love to you so bad, Stanley, i love you, i need you, want to feel you, want you close” it makes him shiver, wrapping his arms around you so snug it feels like nothing bad could ever reach you again

and neither of you’s going to sleep anytime soon, because no bed could ever be as warm as his body beneath you.

[chevs-and-spiders]

no siren like the sea

[todayisafridaynight]

no ones ever gonna understand how much i love daigo doin this stupid shit after dissolving the tojo

[luck-of-the-drawings]

EPISODE 2 AND 3 HAVE BEEN SOOOO FUN im already so emotionally attached to each of these characters.. if anything bad ever happens to any of them im killing everyone and then everyone.

[evilbeing]

Top 10 photo I took of Atreus

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[philiponmycracker]

A study in expressions Tom Hulce edition, as Daniel Rocket, from The Rise and Rise of Daniel Rocket (1986)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Understandably So no one mentions charles when talking about the Logan movie and again Understandably So This Aint Bout Him however i do confess that as someone who had never seen Logan until like. a month ago when i was binging all the movies and without knowing a single thing about it aside from laura i cant lie i was in fact jumpscared by him being there. especially for at least like 3/4s of the movie