#happy tears now

[jakexneytiri]

i heard you were in your feels tn 💖 a gift for my wife:

sub!jake x reader (you, dani)

this is explicit lol so, minors dni 🔞:

ruining jakes orgasms to the point of him begging and getting all teary eyed? yes please.

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“no, don’t - oh fuck, please babygirl. please” jake whines his last word, lifting his hips in the air to chase your hand that’s slowly pulling away.

“toruk makto begging? fuck.” you click your tongue, fingertips barely grazing against his swollen tip.

he groans lowly, eyes squeezing tightly as his chin meets his chest. his hips spasm, mushroomy head throbbing madly against your fingers, almost turning purple from how many times you’ve denied his release.

“oh god -” his moan is cut short by a deep grunt, and a hard thrust of his hips.

you quickly let go, ruining his orgasm. you watch his cock twitch uncontrollably as he spurts ropes of his cum onto his stomach, hips thrusting into nothingness in attempts to chase his lost pleasure.

“fuck - why? please. please. i need - i need to cum.” he begs, glossy eyes peering up at you.

you wrap your fingers around his girth, grazing a thumb over his slit. his cock aches for a proper release; an orgasm that he can actually feel. all this cum wasted, yet not a single real orgasm felt.

“oh, ma’ jake. come. let me try again, okay?” you giggle, stroking his painfully hard cock once more.

what did i do to deserve this incredible gift OMG :’’) i’m actually crying, i love you so fkin much 😭😭😭 the nicest thing someones ever done for me :’’’) 💞💓💕💞💓💕

subby jake has me DBVJSHVISHCUWHJDJFJ EH BDJVHSHVHDHCHCHVHDHSHCIJD

[kinslain]

@chidoricry asked:

Sasuke proceeds to drag his brother by the ear. “You’re coming home for your birthday. Oka-san is expecting you.”

Amidst the rush of gathering last-minute supplies for his party and reconnecting with familiar faces from school, Itachi had lost track of time. Although his mother had urged him to be quick, he finds himself seated on a stool, bewitched by a plate of dango. A birthday treat from one of his aforementioned school friends. It would be impolite to refuse, he reasons, mouth watering in anticipation.

“Itadakima-ouch!” A sudden jolt disrupts his reverie, drawing Itachi’s gaze to the disgruntled expression worn by his little brother. For a fleeting, yearning moment, his gaze flits back to the dango, only for his attention to be redirected as tiny fingers clamp down. “Ouch, ouch, ouch!” Before he can devise a plan of action, Sasuke tugs, and Itachi, knowing resistance could cost him dearly, acquiesces by sliding silently off the stool. “You can let go now.” The pleading falls on deaf ears and Sasuke, holding his ear hostage, continues his march of shame through the Uchiha compound. Walking while hunched is an awkward affair, so Itachi wraps a hand around a small wrist and stops, compelling his brother to pause mid-stride.

Lowering himself to a crouch, Itachi places both palms on Sasuke’s round cheeks and smiles at the distorted expression that greets him in return. “Thank you for collecting me.” Then, effortlessly, he hoists his brother up and onto a hip. His ear burns and continues to do so as Sasuke refuses to let go of it: at least until he has safely escorted his charge to his intended destination. Which is fine. At least Itachi can walk properly now. 

[frenchublog]

🏹💘...!

[madootles]

dramatic eyes. dramatic lips. drama on the cheeks.

sketch

[the-phantom-peach]

Meeting the Light Dragon ✨🐉

[tagged as spoilers!]

[nitw]

ok i Know i KNOW link is just so tiny compared to sidon that he always has to bend down like that to shake hands but LIKE. COME ON. this specific pose and more-gentle-than-usual handholding + pleading for link to accept his vow of loyalty + the fact that the power to summon him at any time comes in the form of a RING............

what part of this isn't a proposal. just because hes marrying yona doesnt mean he cant marry link too

[skunkes]

[kingkatsuki]

F O R E H E A D

[lost-in-fandoms]

"Tell me again."

Max hums, moving his hand in slow circles along Daniel's back, feeling his chest move against his side, his face hidden in the folds of Max's t-shirt.

He bows his head, pressing a kiss against Daniel's hair, shifting against the hotel's pillows until he's comfortable again.

"It's going to be sunny," he says, voice low, letting Daniel's curls tickle his lips and nose. "It's going to be sunset, orange, the trees all golden in the way you like."

Daniel's back shifts under his hand, his fingers twisting in Max's shirt.

"We'll be sitting in chairs, because you have old man knees, and would complain about sitting on the floor."

He twists away from the halfhearted poke in his side, then settles back.

"They will be those garden ones, the ones with the straw?"

"Wicker," Daniel corrects him softly, voice scratchy.

"Yes, wicker." He tugs Daniel even closer, not knowing how it is even possible. "With pillows, so you can curl in them like a little cat."

He smooths his hand down Daniel's back, like he does with Sassy, when she stretches out beside him on the bed, similar to how Daniel is now. Does it again when he feels Daniel's shoulders uncurl slightly.

"We will be drinking your weird beers, the expensive ones that taste worse than all the others."

"Craft beer isn't weird," Daniel argues, just like Max was expecting him to. He sounds like there's something stuck in the back of his throat, and Max kisses his hair again.

"It is weird, Daniel. Beer does not need to be that expensive."

He gives him space to reply once more, but Daniel doesn't.

"We will drink your weird beer, and we will talk about that time we ate pasta in your hotel room."

It wasn't just one time, but Max knows he doesn't need to specify. They're both thinking about the same one, illegal spaghetti ordered from room service, hidden from their trainers, sauce on the corner of Max's mouth, cleaned by Daniel's thumb first, Daniel's mouth later. And even if they aren't thinking about the same, it doesn't matter. Every plate of pasta shared, in every hotel room, would matter just as much, stepping stones in their story, just as important as that first kiss.

"And it will be rainy," Max continues, voice even lower. His t-shirt is damp, stretched by Daniel's tense fingers. Daniel's back is shuddering, even when he holds him closer and closer and closer.

"It will rain, and you will have a blanket, because you always get cold, even more when it is humid."

The thing that was in Daniel's throat is in his too now.

"We will talk about how stupid everyone was. We will say it was all unfair. But we will not be angry anymore, because it will not matter anymore."

Daniel's hair smell like Max's shampoo, even if he usually doesn't use it, because he hates how dry it makes it feel. Max can taste salt on the back of his throat as he shifts his head slightly, trying to at least keep his ears dry, now that his cheeks are a lost cause.

Daniel's breathing is a stuttered rhythm against his ribs.

"We will cook eggs," Max pushes on, pressing every word against Daniel's skin, hoping every one feels like the i love you that it is. "Because we will have chickens on your farm, like a real farm, so we will be good at cooking eggs. And you will drink your wine, and sing your songs."

His voice breaks, sudden betrayal, just as Daniel trembles in a sob, but Max pushes through. They've both always known how to push through.

"And I will ask are you happy and you will say yes," he says, making it sound like a promise, because it is a promise. "And we will not regret any of it."

He knows they won't. Not the angry moments, not the painful moments, not the annoying little moments they will never even remember. They will take all of them and throw them into the jar of their lives, little pebbles, and colorful marbles, and shards of glass smoothed out with time and love and distance, all mixed together.

"We will sit on your chairs, and they will have nothing, and we will have us."

He holds Daniel closecloseclose, because he's never learned how to let go of the things he cares about, has always clung to things with his teeth and desire bared, and he has no intention of starting now. He has no intention of starting ever.

Even if this is not the way he wanted things to happen, he doesn't believe in letting go, especially when it comes to Daniel.

He swallows, clears his throat to try and dislodge the tight knot of feelings there, raises a hand to swipe his thumb along Daniel's wet jaw.

"We will have chickens, and a garage full of dirt bikes, and I will ask Grace to teach me how to make the pasta sauce you spilled all over the carpet when you were five."

Daniel nods against his chest, fingers relaxing. His breathing is still uneven, Max's t-shirt is still damp, but he can feel him going lax against him, relaxing bit by bit.

"We will," Daniel murmurs, voice shaky enough it sounds closer to a question.

"We will," Max tells him, firm. Would be happy to tell him again and again, until Daniel's voice doesn't shake on it anymore. "We will eat so much food, and we will become fat, and we will be happy. We will."

Daniel nods again, then shifts, wiggling in Max's hold until he can properly climb on top of him, pointy elbows planted on the bed, above Max's shoulders, trembling fingers tracing the wet lines on his cheeks, red-rimmed eyes soft.

When Daniel kisses him, they both taste like salt, exhaustion and the future.

[veronicaneptunes]

A long time ago, we used to be friends... The Veronica Mars pilot aired 20 years ago today- on the 22nd of September, 2004.

[buwheal]

Mr. Spamton, have you ever tried sewing before? The patterns some people draft up are bamboozling to the mind, for sure...

-Silly woman who tried, but only managed to stitch together lopsided "pillows" from t-shirts and stuff them with cotton balls

[ninacarstairss]

THEY ARE IN LOVE AND THEY ARE SO HAPPY I AM NOT HANDLING THIS WELL

[brianskangs]

young k, you're doing really great and i'm thankful for you 🥹🥹🥹

[petit-papillion]

Alex Jacques commentated Charles's win brilliantly. 👏

Monaco Grand Prix | 26 May 2024

🎥 FM1_3316

[amugoffandoms]

Desire, bestow, and desire again The episode reloading on an endless loop The fading warmth makes me anxious again Tear drops succumb and fall

flash warning (like seriously, flash warning, the lights actually flash) under the cut + some in-between shots

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

Oh what we are, it doesn't matter (it does not matter) As long as you're here 💜