#have fun besties

[sofiaebby]

I want to see more people do this with their OCs so I made the banners I drew free for everyone to use!

PSD/CLIP link: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1iHnrbnfhtg9Ek0s64yCHiMJk8BxyfIMW?usp=drive_link

The BGs can be changed and the "LOVE" text is rasterized and movable

EDIT: You don't have to credit me for it (since I traced them in general) buuuuut please tag me when you make them, okay?

[thefootnotes]

randomly thought of this so

[kakusu-shipping]

I am once again doing everything on a whim but I saw @rosepetalmoon do an F/O tier list, so I did an F/O tier list.

So go ahead! Rate my 102 F/Os! Reblog with your finished tiers I am very curious (and feel free to edit the tiers if you need/want to)

Link Here

[sapphire-wine]

Heavy on your Tongue

Like Icarus flying too close to the sun - Here it is. The second person POV nrmt cock warming fic. Spoilers: not a lot of cock warming. Not read! 850 words give or take. Post aa4 and all that.

You'd been working for a while now, looking through readings to study for the bar once more.

It'd taken some convincing to get you to start, you'd thought that part of your life was far behind you. The many reasons to go through with the decision had been listed over multiple dinners and late nights. And you were happy with it, truly.

That didn't mean it wasn't exhausting though. And tedious.

Luckily, some things made it much better.

You'd just finished one of the many unit tests laying on your desk, given to you courtesy of one Chief Prosecutor.

You set your pencil down on the desk, looking down and smiling fondly.

"Miles?" You croon, brushing his hair back from where it fell over his face.

He doesn't seem to notice, eyes half-lidded.

"Miles." You repeat, sliding your hand down until it cups his cheek. He nuzzles into your hand, a hum coming from his mouth.

It reverberates straight on your cock, still tucked between his lips.

"I'm finished."

He hums once more in acknowledgement, but makes no other movements. He looks up at you through his eyelashes and it seems like this is the only place he wants to be.

It's sweet, really. You're the only one who's seen him like this, he's told you himself. There was a certain vulnerability he said he despised, like it was something to be extracted lest it be paraded around.

And yet, here he is. And here you are. Together at last. Where there were no false rumors or oaths of secrecy to keep you apart.

You slip from his mouth. Laugh at the confused noise he makes. He looks for all the world like a puppy who's gotten his toy taken away.

"I said I'm done." You wonder if he'll take the hint. It was his idea, after all.

You run your hand through his hair once more.

His head rests against your thigh, motionlessly content.

You swipe up the drool across his chin with your hand, rubbing it across your sweatpants in a manner that if Miles were any more lucid, he'd be horrified with.

You both stay like that for a few moments, running a hand through his hair as he kneels before you. And as much as you hate to ruin the moment between you, you open your mouth.

"Wanna grade it?" You ask, trying once more to hold up your end of the bargain. Though, it seems your companion didn't remember that much at all.

He blinks. "Hmm? Oh, sure."

He removes himself from your leg slowly, stretches languidly. The softest groan leaves his mouth and you wish you could still feel it in your core.

You push out the desk chair to allow him enough room to stand. He does so and turns, taking the paper in his hand.

Your hands wrap around his middle and pulls him back to you. He lets you do this without complaint, settling into your lap.

"Let's see here..." He says, trying to sound nonchalant about the way you fiddle with his belt. He goes through your papers in relative silence, offering no praise or complaint besides the occasional "that rusty on evidence law, Wright?" and "that was an intentionally obtuse question, good job."

By that point you've removed his cock from his pants, even gotten him to stand slightly to slide his boxers down his thighs.

"You starred this question." Miles says, somewhat breathless despite not moving for several minutes.

You can't blame him exactly, with your fingers running featherlight touches over his length.

"Yeah. I wasn't sure about it."

"You got it wrong." He says, most unhelpfully.

"Well, can you tell me why? Last I heard that's the standard." You lean forward, head on his shoulder.

"It's be-cause...It's because two years ago another case overrode the precedent set in- ngh." He trails off, evidently distracted by the teeth running over his earlobe.

"Interesting." You say, and continue.

"Wright."

You hum in acknowledgement.

"Wright." He hisses.

"What?"

"You should pay attention."

"This is how I best pay attention. Plus, I already did my part, yeah? The test is filled out, you're the one who hasn't finished it."

"Perhaps because I have someone distracting me."

"Are you calling me distracting?" You grin.

"Extremely." He says dryly. You back off slightly, giving one last squeeze to his member just to hear him inhale sharply. Then you lean back and let him work, red pen that he brought from home flying through the questions.

It's a bit difficult though, having a lapful of prosecutor and nowhere to put that energy. Your hands seem to have a mind of their own, meandering over his sides and landing at his hips.

You've just begun running a finger down his spine, starting to dip lower, when he slams the paper onto the table. He stands with a speed you weren't anticipating, sending the chair backwards a few inches.

He turns to face you, eyes blazing. "You passed." He says, before he drops down to his knees and takes you whole.

"Oh, fuck."

Some things just made the hours of studying worth it.

[thatgirlwiththeflower]

Love to be a stim toy (sexual)

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Cassidy knows how to “help” Michael Afton

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[texasbama]

[halsteadsass]

god speed my friends watching tonight’s 911 finale. wishing you all the best of luck!!! I can’t watch because im going into work in a few so at least we’ll all be suffering in one or another lol. pray my shift isn’t terrible for me because I do not want that kind of energy starting off my birthday.

[emahriel]

water genasi lass!!

[adhd-coyote]

“General Kenobi, you claim an assassin killed the Chancellor?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, neither I nor Commander Fox saw them, as they used a flash bomb to disorient us and fled too quickly for us to follow.”

“And where, exactly, did they flee? No one reported seeing anyone leave this office.”

“Why, they fled through the broken window, of course.”

“What broken window?”

“That one.” Kenobi points. The previously intact window shatters, as if hit by a very strong invisible force. Neither Kenobi nor the Marshal Commander so much as twitch.

“Are you alright, sir?” Commander Fox asks, all concern. “You must be very tired, if you didn’t notice the clearly broken window. You should go rest. It’s okay, General Kenobi and I can take it from here.”

“Yes,” Kenobi agrees, prim and proper. He raises a hand, fingers slightly curled, and his voice takes on a different note. “Go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time you wake.”

“I will go home and take a nice, long nap. This will all be handled by the time I wake.”

“Very good. Have a nice evening.”

[vyeoh]

Fic where after realizing his feeling charles looks up edwardian courting tactics because he CANNOT chance edwin misunderstanding him after rejecting him the first time. he does his research and after countless books and internet dives, he's reached a solution: he will propose marriage

[vulgarmaw]

The earth is a disc, with humans living on both sides. We mimic our counterparts as if we were both tied to the same puppet strings. We don't know which one of us actually leads this little dance, but we do know that we are trying to get to their side as quickly as possible. We also know for a certainty that they are trying to get to ours.

As above, so below.

I have too many writing ideas already so this one is for the void. Do with it as you will. Hell, if you want to write and actual book and publish it feel free to, idc.

[doctorsiren]

love that my wardrobe had what I needed for Ford without me having to do anything