#omg thank you i love this one

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

game time! who do you think of when I say the names: mick, pete, don, glen(n) and roger? 🤍 send this to 10 mutuals and pick your own names

mick tucker, pete ham, don henley, the name glenn always reminds me of @hellbent-for-metal's blog because of the glenn tipton posts annnd the name roger has a 50/50 chance of putting either roger taylor or roger waters in mind

[warmfuzzyphoto]

Young love! My mother sometime in the 80’s

[crowlipso]

So, an idea I just thought of. Astarion is being canon as girl dad. But Gale. In fact. Is definitely girl dad. Why? Because Tim Downie who voices Gale. Has two young daughters. (He says it in my cameo on my Tumblr) and it would be hella rad to see Gale with two daughters with your tav. A mix of both personalities will be wild. Haha it's an idea. But I'll let you do the rest. You can check out the video on my Tumblr if you want to. 😊 plus your art is amazing (I was the one with the phantom of the Opera idea)

Girl Dad indeed. Meet Morena and Clio Dekarios (can you guess which one is Merena. Which one is Clio? lmao).

[valeriianz]

Smutty fic idea prompts - 36 is just perfect for Dreamling please?

36: A rolls sleeves up/takes shirt off, revealing body hair to B. B has no idea how to act normal around A anymore.

Hob dresses up as Sexy Santa for a staff party and Dream absolutely loses his cool <3

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These days, Dream finds himself as the newest addition to Johanna Constantine’s friend group. It’s quite nice of her, if not a little presumptuous, to drag him along to nearly every social outing and local music show in order to introduce him to as many people in her network as possible. The only reason they are still friends, Dream and Jo, is the small mercy of her not putting up a fuss when his social battery has been drained and he awkwardly dips out.

The best thing to come out of these adventures, at least, is meeting Hob Gadling.

Hob and Jo go way back, or so she’d announced the first time he and Dream had met. At a bar where the lights were low but Hob’s natural charisma and warm smile had radiated through anyway. They got along immediately, exchanging intellectual conversations where Hob had surprising takes and kept Dream’s interest; kept the dialogue fresh and spontaneous. Dream didn’t even need to contribute much while sharing a space with Hob, he could simply sip on his gin something-or-other and listen as Hob went on passionate rants about revolutions or human invention over the past centuries– each time they met up he’d go down a 100 years. Or complaining about how washed up Shakespeare was (an argument Dream allowed himself to fall into and they’d talked about all night, much to Johanna’s chagrin and massive eye roll, muttering a very clear “nerds” under her breath).

Chemistry aside, Dream also couldn’t deny how… effortlessly attractive Hob was.

Deep brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with barely contained mischief, chocolate dark hair with brush strokes of greys that unfairly complimented his face, and a seemingly permanent five O’clock shadow that Dream never imagined would leave him staring and daydreaming… alas, he’d discovered quite a few new things about himself around Hob.

Like how he’d imagined on more than one occasion, how easily he’d be able to lift Dream, how those broad shoulders and chest, thick biceps that even a cable knit sweater couldn’t hide– might manhandle his own body, lifting and bending him into submission. Dream ached with it; the possibilities. Was dying to kiss Hob’s plush mouth, his gaze fell to it enough, or feel the stubble of Hob’s jaw under his own palm, under his lips, along the inside of Dream’s thighs.

Hob was everything Dream was not; roguish, masculine, and unbearably kind. It was no wonder Dream had developed a crush from their very first meeting.

And maybe Hob was interested too, if you squinted. He always offered Dream a ride home, set his hand on the small of his back, his shoulder, and never seemed to stop smiling in his presence. Dream was never very good at picking up cues though– his prior relationships had been him making the first move, striking immediately at what he wanted, courting in the most by-the-book manner, before he was ultimately either rejected or caught up in a love affair that burned out before the year was up.

He didn’t want to do that with Hob. Dream held back, kept his desires at bay… because he truly enjoyed Hob’s company. It would be devastating if Hob rejected him, or worse, fell into a relationship and then realised Dream was… too much, too fast, too methodical. Dream wasn’t sure he could handle not having Hob in his life now that he’d met him. He was determined to keep him around, even if it meant remaining friends. Dream could work with that, could suffer quietly and go home after a long night of drinking or dancing and being subjected to Hob’s ever-present smile, his unwavering gaze, the warmth his body radiated, even feet apart. Could hold onto those images and sensations and close his eyes, take himself in hand, and work himself to climax in the safe darkness of his own bedroom, clenching his teeth and imagining how it might feel if it were Hob’s hands on him instead.

All of Dream’s self restraint comes crashing down about a week before Christmas, at the staff holiday party Johanna had invited him along to.

Because Hob is sitting on a large red velvet chair at the back of the venue, surrounded by cotton snow and boxed presents, wearing absolutely nothing but a Santa hat, explicitly short red and white trousers, and black boots.

It’s a mockery of what you’d see at perhaps a mall: Santa waiting to greet children and ask what they want for Christmas while his elves putter around and keep order. This is…

Obscene, is what Dream’s brain provides before it completely resets and replaces the word with animal noises.

He’d overheard Hob and Johanna talking about this, how they had a “sexy Santa” every year (because Jo’s office was mostly comprised of women who voted on it every year, vastly sweeping the competition to the point of tradition). And to save on money this year, decided to find a Santa who would do it for free, hence Jo asking Hob to do her a solid.

Dream felt heat rush through his entire body, unable to look away as Jo, Matthew, and him walked out of the foyer and into the thick of the party. Dream heard Johanna speaking, but couldn't decipher her words, his brain wiped clean by the reveal of Hob’s body, something Dream had only imagined in the safety of his own head, and kicked himself over the exclusion of hair.

So much body hair. Thick, dark hairs covered Hob’s chest like a pelt, rolling down his abs and scattered out around his soft belly. It was enough to make Dream’s mouth water, a ringing sound began in his ears, making him dizzy as he forced one foot in front of the other.

Dream had only met Hob a couple months ago, while the weather had just turned cold and they’d both only seen one another buttoned and bundled up in high necklines and long sleeves. To see Hob nearly completely nude was a shock to Dream’s system. And holy shit, Dream wanted. He had to know how those thick hairs felt between his fingers, digging them in while he sat on Hob’s lap, grinding his hips down while his own naked chest slid along Hob’s. What sounds Hob would make while Dream petted and pulled and rubbed his cock along the swell of Hob’s furred stomach.

And then Hob spotted them coming in, his smile dazzling as he stood up and waved.

Giving Dream a fantastic view of his legs, which were just as thick and strong as Dream had fantasised, and just as hairy as his top half. As well as a view of how those pants rode up enough to make Dream question if the man was wearing underwear.

Dream stumbled to the nearest restroom, locking himself in a stall and attempting to breathe and calm his erratic heart beat.

Friend, friend. Hob is your friend. Dream chanted to himself, keeping his hand out of his pants and taking deep breaths as his blood circulation regulated itself. Don’t make it weird.

Dream didn’t know how to socialise on a good day, and how with a half naked Hob in the building– shamelessly on display and humouring drunk female staff as they boldly sat on his knee– Dream felt himself shutting down entirely, spluttering and stumbling over his speech with enough velocity that he feared he'd glitch and spark out, setting the place on fire. Or at the very least, melt into a puddle of goo, the remains of his dignity soaked into the hardwood floor.

Dream tossed back drink after drink, matching Jo’s pace if only to distract his wandering thoughts, losing his jacket somewhere in the scuffle and rolling up the sleeves of his black button down.

Johanna’s laughter snapped Dream back to the present, looking down at the red solo cup in his hand and Jo standing across from him, visibly swaying on that spot. Dream doesn’t remember what he’d said to elicit such a reaction, but felt his lips curl anyway. 

“What’s so funny?”

“You, dreamboat!” Jo’s laughter simmered down to a pleasant chuckle, if not a little devious. “I thought– nah, can’t be. But holy shit, you like Hob, don’t you?”

It took several long, embarrassing seconds to figure out what Jo just asked him. Dream felt warmth spreading up his ears.

“Of course. He’s my friend–”

“Nonono–” Jo stepped into Dream’s space, landing a heavy hand on his bony shoulder. “You like him. I can tell, because you haven’t spoken to him all night.”

Dream swallowed. The alcohol was affecting his brain, sloshing it around and rendering him speechless.

Johanna smirked. “Am I wrong?”

“You’re a menace, Constantine.” Dream said, pushing her hand off him and sliding his gaze sideways to find Hob rubbing the tops of his thighs. It’d been well over an hour since they’d arrived, Dream wondered how long Hob had been sitting there, playing a role he clearly wasn’t enjoying anymore.

Jo inclined her head.

“He likes you too.”

Dream’s head snapped back to meet Jo’s eyes, searching for that tell of humour or sarcasm, and finding none.

She leaned in conspiratorially. “He told me not to tell you. Thinks your eyes are ‘dazzling’ and your hands are pretty–” she makes a face at that one. “And that your hair looks– and I quote– ‘like raven’s feathers’.”

Dream swallows, his throat suddenly dry.

“When did he tell you this?”

Jo huffs a sigh, taking a sip from her beer, her lips making a smacking sound off the bottle’s mouth.

“The night after I introduced you two.”

Dream’s heart flips over at the revelation. 

Johanna winks and shoves at Dream’s shoulder. “Now go say hi before you break his heart.”

Taking Johanna’s advice seems like a death sentence, but Dream is just drunk enough to summon courage, finishing off his drink and setting the empty cup on a random surface, before forcing his shoulders back and finally making his way towards Hob.

The smile that breaks across Hob’s face once he spots Dream is staggering, and it strikes Dream down more so than before, informed with the knowledge that Hob might like him as much as Dream does.

Dream slips his hands into the pockets of his slacks, affecting nonchalance as he finally stands before Hob.

“Hello, Hob.”

“Hey, Dream.” Hob tugs on his ear, looking up at Dream. His entire body seems to relax, even slouching a bit in the chair. “Was surprised to see you here.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I know parties aren’t really your thing.”

Dream hums, his eyes selfishly taking in their fill. This close to Hob, he can catalogue every hair, curve and freckle in greater detail, storing the information away for later.

And with Hob looking up at him, giving the illusion of superior height, an unmistakable flicker of arousal begins low in Dream’s belly. 

“I can be persuaded, from time to time.” Dream smiles, coy. The alcohol gives him a confidence boost and relaxes him further. “I apologise for not visiting you sooner.”

Hob waves it off. “I honestly didn’t expect you to. I know this is… a lot.” He gestures to himself and laughs self-deprecatingly. “I only agreed to be Sexy Santa because I owe Jo a favour.”

“It’s a fetching look on you,” Dream says, flinging himself into the deep end. He bites his bottom lip as Hob actually looks twice up at Dream, his smile falling into something like disbelief.

“O-oh. Really?” Hob laughs, but it’s small, doubtful. Dream will have to remedy that.

Dream takes a long breath, grounding himself, licking his lips before speaking what he’d wanted to say to Hob all night.

“I believe it’s my turn to ask Santa what I want for Christmas?”

The prettiest pink flush rises up Hob’s cheeks. His lips part as his eyes rove across Dream, down and up.

Despite what Johanna said, Dream feels himself shake with nerves as he tips forward, touching the top of Hob’s thigh before slowly lowering himself onto it. His eyes never leave Hob’s as he goes, silently asking for permission and receiving a nod once he’s fully seated.

Hob’s hand instantly curls around Dream’s narrow hips, holding him steady, locking him into place both upon his lap and in his gaze; wide and dark and focused.

Dream crossed one leg over the other, settling his hands on his knees, which inadvertently causes him to sway that much closer to Hob. He can feel the heat of his body, this close. Can smell something sweet and earthy, like sandalwood and pine, mixed in with something tangy that makes Dream’s mouth water. He has to hold back the urge to close the gap between them and shove his face in Hob’s chest, into the crook of his neck, under his armpit and lose his sanity. Abandon all pretence and inhale Hob like a wild animal, scent and mark him with his teeth and tongue and–

Hob swallows. Dream watches the way his Adam’s apple bobs, fascinated.

“Are you messing with me?”

Dream cocks an eyebrow. “You think me capable of jokes?”

Hob laughs, soft, wonderful. “You are. You’re the funniest person I’ve ever met.”

His thumb is pressing into Dream’s side, caressing back and forth, sending spikes of electricity through his veins and heating him up from the inside.

“No one thinks I’m funny,” Dream says matter-of-factly. 

“Well, you make me laugh,” Hob says simply, his other hand coming across Dream’s front to lace his fingers together, forming a snare around Dream that ignites something within him. “You challenge me, keep me on my toes… keep me guessing.”

Dream’s heart beats so hard against his ribs it nearly hurts. He wonders if Hob can hear it, how he makes his blood race a mile a minute. 

“I’m being very serious,” Dream takes a breath. “But if you deny me, I’ll just say I’m drunk.”

Hob laughs again, his hold around Dream tightening and nearly causing Dream’s knee to bump into Hob’s crotch.

“Are you drunk?”

Dream is very aware that they are in the middle of a party, and although the people around them seem to be paying them little attention, it would probably be inappropriate to follow the path enticing him to resituate himself on Hob’s lap to instead straddle him. To grind his barely contained semi against Hob’s flimsy excuse for shorts, while winding his arms around his shoulders and kiss him stupid.

Dream leans forward, brushing his lips along the shell of Hob’s ear and lowers his voice.

“Not enough to not know what I want.”

Hob groans, Dream can feel the vibration in his own chest as he pulls back just enough to see how his eyes have fluttered shut, swallowing again before opening his eyes and focusing on him.

“And what do you want, Dream?”

“Whatever you’ll give me,” Dream wets his lips. His hands venture up, tentatively brushing his knuckles against Hob’s bronze skin, fascinated at how snow-white his own appears against it. His fingers uncurl as he dares himself to properly touch; pushing into the soft flesh at Hob’s sides and drinking in the unmistakable sound of a choked off whine from his friend.

“I’ll take anything, Hob.”

“Holy shit–” Hob whispers, his head lolling back, exposing his throat which Dream violently refuses to latch his mouth on to.

“Okay…” Hob clears his throat, his eyes swinging over to gauge Dream again. His pupils are blown wide, hunger clear in its depths. “Okay.”

He’s looking at Dream’s mouth as he speaks again. “Meet me out back in 10 minutes?”

Dream bites back a smile and nods, his heart soaring as he climbs off Hob.

Johanna gives him a knowing look as Dream stumbles back into the crowd to find his jacket and coat, managing a wave (great, now he owed her a favour as well) before all but running out of the building to make good on his promise to Hob.

Hob makes good on his offer as well; indeed giving Dream everything he’d wanted. All night.

[zu-is-here]

Everything is Blue

[3/21] Happy anniversary! ★

inspired by this

Swap by popcornpr1nce

Error & Blueberror from askerrorsans by loverofpiggies

[shibaraki]

I like ‘bad’ fanfiction I like crackfic and silly AUs I like fic that diverges so far from canon that it’s practically unrecognisable and fic that is blatantly self indulgent I like fanfics with no plot and cliches and predictable twists and repeated tropes! not every fanwork has to be a bestselling novel every single fic has a place and a purpose and sometimes I want to come home and read something that doesn’t require me to think! sue me

[harmshake]

ngl im missing the amanda and roman story right now 😩

✨ Update: Roman and Amanda are back! ✨

Me, too, bestie! 😭

I haven't given up on them, I promise. I just have to work out the kinks in The End Game so it reads better, but in the mean time...

Please enjoy this random Roman fic I wrote today inspired from the gif below. 🫶🏽

꘎♡━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡꘎~ ヾ๑ˊᵕˋ๑◞♡

Humbled

🖤 Summary: A quiet night with Roman Reigns gets a little loud… 🖤 Pairing: Reader (fem and/or afab) x Roman Reigns 🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, language, Roman Reigns sm*t :p 🖤 Word count: ~1,800

Happy reading!

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The moon's rays peered through our curtains and cast a soft glow upon our bedroom. Just enough light to see my boyfriend Roman's bulking silhouette at the foot of our bed, his head between my thighs.

It was a calm evening on a weekend after a lazy day together and a restless night of lying next to each other in bed trying to sleep, but getting too distracted by our bodies touching...

The room was quiet enough to hear the nightfall outside, my hushed breaths, and his soft slurps as his tongue ran along and between my pussy lips. Roman was on his knees and had me gathered in his big hands, holding me close to his mouth as he lapped at me like he was thirsty and my juices were his water.

I arched my back to push myself deeper into his mouth. Roman was abiding, always hungry to give me pleasure, and sucked on all of me, greedily, his lips and tongue moving all over my pussy like he wanted to devour me whole. My ragged breaths quickly turned into aching, little moans that pierced the silence as he coated his tongue with my nectar and swallowed me over and over.

"Roman..." I moaned his name, sliding a hand down to hold the back of his head. His silky hair became woven between my fingers while my other hand grasped at our bed sheets. He was already smothering his face in my pussy and I wanted him even closer because, I, too, was greedy...

"Yes, baby?" he slightly pulled his lips away from me to ask me softly like I called his name for any reason other than pleasure forcing it from my mouth. Yet I could hear the hubris in his deep voice, hear him licking me off his lips. I knew I looked like a hot, wet mess and sounded like I was unraveling because I was...and he knew it, too.

"Don't be a jerk," I breathed with a smirk that he probably couldn't see in the shadows before I tried to push his big head back to my pussy. But he was stronger than me and didn't budge. I rolled my eyes before I looked down to see his lustful, dark eyes shining in the moonlight, gazing at me with his hubris. Then he smirked, too, with a light chuckle and dipped his head back down when he was ready before he kissed my clit with his thick, soft lips.

The luscious sensation made my thighs tremble around his head and I moaned to him again. "I'm a 'jerk,' but you love me..." he said oh so haughtily.

Roman squeezed my hips in his hands as he kissed my clit again, the smooch making an audible smack in our quiet bedroom. My tortured moan followed right after it before he let his tongue trace the shape of my clit in one direction...then the opposite...then up and down...slowly, methodically, waiting for me to unravel further and moan louder. I did moan again and again, noisily, as I gripped his hair with both my hands and gasped to him, "You know I love you."

"How much do you love me, baby?" Roman's warm breath tickled the rising heat between my thighs as he spoke and I quivered, but not from the waft of air on my sensitive, wet folds, yet from his thick, middle finger gently prodding my pussy hole as he pushed inside to explore me. Before I could answer, he wrapped his lips around my clit to suckle it as he swirled his finger around, slowly pumped it in and out a few times, and then pressed it up to tease my g-spot. Fuuuck, that felt good...

"A lot," I groaned, feeling a bit dazed and starting to squirm as my orgasm threatened to finally undo me.

When I throbbed around his finger, my orgasm literally on the tip of his tongue, Roman asked oh so haughtily again, "Naw, baby. Tell me...how much do you love me?"

And he flattened his big tongue on my clit, covering it entirely to lick lazy, big circles around it as he teased at my g-spot with his fingertip like he was beckoning me to "come here." He knew damn well I would cum because he knew damn well what he was doing: Trying to shut me up and humble me for calling him a jerk. And as I twitched under his tongue again, I heard his soft chuckle again to confirm it. "Tell me, baby. I'm listening..." he demanded with another long lick that dragged up and down my clit.

"I...I—" I couldn't think straight as my mind, body, and soul became occupied with the way Roman caressed my sweet spots with his tongue and touch. My pussy began contracting and mmm, shit...he got me. Humbled by my orgasm breaking loose, making me quiver again in his strong grasp, and compelling my moans to fill the quiet room. "I...I love you so much," I shouted as Roman breathed another haughty laugh.

"Oh, I know you do, baby. Or else you wouldn't cum that hard for me..." His oh so haughty voice rose from the foot of the bed before I felt the heft of his hulking, warm body push between my thighs and descend on top of me. His long hair brushed my cheeks as his face, touched with a slither of moonlight, showed his eyes gazing into mine with that hubris again. The jerk...

His soft lips touched mine for a delicate kiss that tasted like me...which was quite the contrast from his heavy, thick dick nudging along my soft folds to find my wet opening, still twitching with the delicious afterglow of my orgasm. And as Roman pushed inside, nestling himself deep with a few rugged, long strokes to stretch me out for him, he felt even more delicious.

I dug my nails into his back and cried out to him, "Roman...unhhh, you're such a jerk."

He laughed at that and I felt his fingers crawl around my neck to pin me down, his other hand planted to the bed next to my head for support as he positioned himself to thrust a little hard into me. I nearly screamed and I knew he was holding back, but it felt that fucking good. And he knew it.

"Exactly..." Roman breathed and put his lips on mine again, his thrusts slow but hitting firmly inside my pussy. I quivered again and squeezed my legs around his waist. Goddamn him... "You love how this jerk fucks you, don't you, baby?" he moaned to me.

"Yeah, I do," I moaned back, feeling my heart pounding hard...almost as hard as he was starting to pound in my pussy. I rubbed my hands down his back and gripped his taut butt to pull him closer, deeper. I loved how he filled me and I could never get enough...even when it was too much and almost hurt too good. That's how he was able to humble me time and time again...and I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine...

Roman moaned again, too, as he shoved himself in my tight pussy and I felt him clench his butt in my hands as I pulled him even closer and rocked a little until we flipped over. Now Roman was on his back and I straddled him, sitting down on his long dick that tried to slide out during the transition. The shadows of our bedroom hid most of his handsome face, but I could see those dark eyes, the hubris reduced to a mere twinkle as surprise gleamed even brighter in them...

My fingers looked so little trying to wrap around his thick throat, but I gripped him there, anyway, and watched him pull his bottom lip between his teeth and tuck his hands behind his head. I steadied myself on top of him with my other hand planted on his strong chest, and I felt his heartbeat picking up...almost matching the pace of my hips as I winded them up and down on his dick.

"You love when I ride this dick, don't you, baby?" I threw his words back at him as I attempted to sound oh so haughty while grinding on him...but oooh, fuck, he felt so good in me like this. The position buried him in my pussy, leaving no space between us and allowing his thick dick to hit deeper...and deeper...and I knew my slightly whispery voice gave away how humbled he still had me.

Yet to my surprise, Roman's voice was nearly a whisper, too, as he moaned, "Fuck yeah, I love it..."

Oh, that hubris was completely replaced with desperation now. The sound of it made me moan and unearthed my confidence that had been hiding in me. I squeezed his throat a little harder...I shifted into a squat and leaned into him as I pounced on his dick a little harder...and I bit my lip a little harder to hold back those aching, little moans so I could oh so haughtily say, "Tell me, Daddy...how much do you love it?"

I loved how his moans almost resembled loud growls, eating up the last bit of silence of the bedroom along with the wet, slapping sounds of our sex as my pussy dripped and clenched around his dick with each pounce. I loved how his mouth hung open with his pouty lips as he watched me fuck him.

"Tell me, baby..." I commanded as I leaned over more until my lips hovered above his. I looked into his desperate eyes as I let a string of my saliva fall from my mouth and into his, right on his tongue. He growled to me again after he swallowed it like a good boy and bit his lip. Exactly...

Even with the faint moonlight, I could see Roman's face scrunching up with his deep pleasure trying to consume him as he moaned, "I love it so much...that I'm gonna cum in this pussy, baby..."

Ugh, that was a good answer.

I wanted to humble him more and make him cum so hard that he'd lose his mind...but he was already too close. I could feel it as Roman put his hands on my hips and gripped me hard like he was trying to find his bearings, his dick starting to pulse as he moved with me, grinding himself into me. And I was suddenly close, too, the angle hitting my g-spot with elongated, deep strokes that made me groan to him, "That's what I thought. Then cum with me, Daddy..."

Roman moaned my named and even though I felt my skin tingling with another quivering orgasm licking at me, I couldn't resist moaning softly back to him with a smirk, "Yes, baby?"

We locked eyes and there it was. That desperation succumbed to hot pleasure that set his soul on fire. My big jerk finally humbled into submission. As we came together, we gazed into each other's eyes for those first few throbbing waves until I threw my head back and shouted to the ceiling. My only leverages to keep from falling backwards was my hand still clinging to Roman's throat and his hands on my hips.

"I love you, baby," he groaned, his voice shaking with his orgasm, and I groaned, too, up and into the air. I finally fell back over and moved my hands to hold the sides of his face. My lips grazed his before I kissed him and he mumbled softly again, "I love you so much."

"I know..." I said and gently bit his bottom lip before I licked at his tongue. It made him smile and I couldn't help but smile, too. I slipped further down and laid on his chest, too satisfied and too lazy to climb off of him. I stared out the slit of our curtains, watching the dark sky with twinkling stars as I listened to Roman's heartbeat against my ear...slowing down from a rapid thump to a mellow beat that soothed me like a lullaby.

"Who's the jerk now?" he teased a little breathlessly. I knew he felt lazy and soothed, too, as he didn't bother to slide out and left his pulsating dick to trap his cum in me, but instead, he threw his big, heavy arm over me and held me to him.

"Still you," I replied sleepily, but oh so haughtily. "But you love me..."

Roman's throaty laugh rumbled through me and made me laugh, too, as I closed my eyes and rested on him. His fingertips caressed my waist as he kissed the top of my forehead. "Yes, baby, I do."

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Thanks for reading! 🖤

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[skylertheghost]

When your in that weird age group where your too young to remember more classic internet era memes and old YouTubers like Smosh or whatever, but your also old enough were you weren’t an iPad baby obsessed with skibidi toilet and rainbow friends

Anyway I grew up (sorta? Is grew up the right term?) with Dantdm, game theory, fnaf, undertale, BATIM, little nightmares, cuphead, baldi’s basic, slenderman Roblox games like survive the natural disasters, royale high, bake a cake, epic mini games, minecraft, animal jam, subway surfers, diary of a wimpy kid, Tom gates, 13th story tree house, captain underpants, that dog comic that was made by the same guy as captain underpants, Gacha life, animation memes, vine, ASDFmovie, nyancat, epic face, tattletail, Annoying orange, ALL of the story time animators and a lot more I’m forgetting. Anyway I’m glad I wasn’t a iPad baby lmfao.

[waffleslashermaster]

alright im a fnaf slay the princess fan. what if you drew a princess in the office. prisoner is my first instinct but tbh a lot of them would be hilarious. uhm <3

The ultimate crossover

[motherdanger]

jigsaw apprentice lynn with a cat

THIS ONE MADE ME SO HAPPY! THANK YOU 🥹😭❤️

[peytowin]

I love your Ludwig. He's super cute! Do you have more of him? 😊

OMG THANKS!!!!! and boy do i :3 I have curated my finest squiggles for you. the first page is the newer ones and the second one is where i was trying to figure out what was going on

i am totally normal about him and not obsessed i SWEAR‼️

[voiceofsword]

big Fan of your art!! if you’re still taking request can you draw beta/initial niki meeting the current niki please?? i want to see your interpretation of what their interactions would be like hehe (you dont have to do it if ur busy btw!! and UGHH love your art<33 thanks!)

just letting you know i will be thinking about possible interactions between them 24/7 from now on because im sick in the head

my apolocheese for making it rinniki but unfortunately they are always on my mind

[idanit]

I haven't read "Thank You, Jeeves" yet so I should probably shut up, but "Sir Roderick Comes To Lunch" calls into question whether Jeeves truly has, or has ever had, a rule about not working for married gentlemen, like he says in "Thank You". It seems that in RODE, he acted when he learned that Honoria intended to fire him after she got married to Bertie. But if he had a rule about not working for married men, it wouldn't matter what Honoria thought of him, because he'd be out of the household anyway. It's almost like the actual rule Jeeves has is "I will do whatever it takes to keep Bertie for myself, and happy" (which means getting Bertie out of an engagement with a woman who makes him listen to her reading Ruskin and dislikes Jeeves, and also getting reunited with Bertie after Jeeves' brief stint with Chuffy).

[phantomram-b00]

Idk what (funnier or) worse, tiktok showing me Aziraphale edits that make me relate more to him more or envy their gender or Pinterest showing me a tweet Michael Sheen made about Aziraphale’s Garage

[moonshynecybin]

luca in the same age au at some point is going to get annoyed at rosquez for being on a break again and just show up to marc's house to tell him you need to take vale back he's too much to deal with while you guys are fighting

you guys (and i love you never forget this.) want luca to be the one to get them together VERY badly but im so sorry i think that man mostly just does not think about them at all. truly he is TIRED of his life revolving around his (beloved) brother and his narrative and his drama. and he loves his brother!! but luca knows hes not a GOD. hes just a DUDE. the world does not actually spin on an axis of valentino rossi. and i think luac sees yearsssssss of marc and vale hissing at each other like two extremely territorial and pissed off cats and enacting eight different psychotic horny levels of mind games in every interaction they have on and off-track and vale attempting to cast elaborate witches curses on marc and. he simply sails by comma unbothered. "what if luca trapped rosquez in a closet" FUN. but hes got his OWN SHIT GOING ON. he doesnt have the time OR the will to meddle with them playing 4-D chess whorish wargames against each other to the end goal of precisely fucking nothingggg

like in reality hes taken his own cross unto himself here entirely to ESCAPE the vale narrative. hes currently too busy toiling like telemetry sisyphus laying down testing laps on that DOGSHIT honda and flying around the world every single free weekend he has at his disposal in vain pursuit of NOT EVEN perfection BUT IMPROVEMENT! INCREMENTAL improvement!!! and he fully and of his own volition took that into his legacy. a career defining move that he KNOWS will be initially terrible and suck absolute eggs. he chooooose that bike. he said i will be a factory rider, and i will be remembered outside of my brother, even if it gets me a TERRIBLE time on a motorcycle known for HORRIFIC CONSEQUENCES. idk i think he needs to test himself ! entirely out of vale's shadow ! and i think he saw this as one of the only ways he could do it. he's a data guy. honda needs a test monkey who doesnt mind being in the PITS (a hard sell in an ego-driven profession, even for a factory seat). like he knows thats how he can sell himself. and crucially he took the shot! absolutely fascinating character detail imo... meanwhile vale is TALKING MAD TRASH on podcasts and marc is alternating being pursuant of valentino's myriad narratives concerning switching to ducati and getting his ninth and loitering outside the VR46 ranch throwing eggs at bezz and pecco while simultaneously asking major sports news outlets to let valentino know that he was the best dick he ever had. they are in god's most toxic romcom while luca is bellyflopping into an against-the-odds sports underdog story that he very well may fail catastrophically at! they simply have other priorities! luca wants nothing to do it !!!!

[crystallizsch]

Hello Ian! ♡

I got this sudden idea for Cathie that I just wanted to share, as I also feel it's something Jamil would do!

So, since Cater has his ears pierced, I was thinking...

Imagine a single pair of earrings, where Cater wears one on one of his ears, and Ruthie wears the other on one of her ears! ♡

It's a cute way to be matching with your partner, and a small way of keeping them with you wherever you go!

I think Jamil would do this too, as not only is it subtle, but it's also a way for him to show that you are his (even if others may not know it!)

Whenever he sees you, and sees the earring on your ear that matches his, a small smile comes to his face, feeling a sense of pride ♡

And whenever he misses you, he holds the earring between his fingers, subtly rubbing where it sits in his ear. Sometimes he does it without even realizing it ♡

But yeah! I just wanted to share, cause when I got this idea for Cathie, I instantly thought of Jamil and him doing this with Yuusha ♡

Thank you! ♡

(Also, I just wanted to let you know I'll be sharing this idea with Mah too, as she also has an OC that she ships with Jamil! I just wanted to give you a heads up in case you see this ask on her blog too!)

HELLO HI HELP READING THIS MADE ME SO GIDDY AHGDSKLJFA

(the earrings are a very rough concept gksdljfsldj) (also fun fact: the reason why there's a star because yuusha's last name "tala" means star in filipino)

and i don't know if you even intended this but i made the connection of jamil rubbing the earrings when he's missing you / thinking of you like he is wishing for you to appear ;;; to something similar to how you rub the magic lamp to summon the genie --

AGH IDK IM JUST ARGHLSDJFLS

IM EATING THIS UP SHEEP THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD 🙏

ALSO --

I DO LOVE THIS A LOT FOR CATHIE!!! the idea of cater and ruthie having matching earrings is so adorable and AAH IT JUST SOUNDS SO THEM 💖💖💖

AND AND MAH'S DAMALI AND JAMIL YES YES - ough just so cute ;;;;