#(mhmmmmm)

[theeroticlover]

This This This ☺️ !!

[moonygirl111]

mary not paying attention in class and instead drawing hearts with “m + m” in them in her notebook..

[frownyalfred]

The thing about the whole Bruce and Clark deciding to sleep together once to get it out of their system, is that it would wholeheartedly eat them up inside just how incredible it was but also 'whose stupid idea was it to call this a one off????'.

Needless to say, they both talk and come to the super smart, 'this is the best outcome possible in order to maintain optimal working conditions' decision and decide to make it a once a month thing... scratch that let's make it once a week.

...You know what, how about whenever we're stressed?

Exactly. The problem isn’t that the sex is good (it’s GREAT). It’s the intimacy and the chance to be vulnerable and protected at the same time by the “one-off” mentality. If Bruce makes an inadvertent noise during sex because it feels so good being held, that’s fine because they both agreed this is just to get those exact feelings out and then never do it again.

Except then a week later Clark sees Hal chatting Bruce up in the gym and nearly crushes an entire door with the strange sudden devastation ripping through him (not jealousy, not really)

[artdcnaldson]

daddy cat i have thoughts about newly divorced art and a girl who takes her time getting him hard :( and he feels so loved because he doesn’t have to focus on getting it done as fast as possible to please someone

exactlyyyy exactly mhmm

Thinking that he had a string of failed hookups out at bars where he was trying to fuck in bathrooms or in his car and it just didn't happen because he wanted it but his body wasn't cooperating. He was on the wrong side of drunk or the nerves and pressure was too high, and he ended up getting laughed off by the pretty girl beneath him.

So I think he gets away from hookups he finds in a bar or club for a while. Maybe he meets you at a wedding— one of his young cousins is finally tying the knot, and you're a friend of the bride. Sweet, friendly, gorgeous. He probably looks like a creep, the way he stares at you because he's too nervous to actually say something.

Which is stupid. He won seven slams in his career. He's a tennis superstar, a household name. He bumps into you at the dessert table after they've cut and served the wedding cake— the layer he gets is white cake with raspberry filling. You get a slice of the groom's cake— chocolate with espresso cream.

"Hey... you're Art Donaldson, right?" You ask as you take a tiny bite of the cake. When he nods, you smile. "I thought so, but Kayla— that's my friend from high school— well, she swore you were just some guy. So I googled you, and I was like, no that's definitely him. Anyways, do you want a drink?"

You both have a glass of the bride's signature cocktail (vodka cran), then another, before you're on the dance floor together. It starts off innocent enough, but then there's more drinks flowing, and guests start leaving, and the music gets weirdly better as the night goes on. You're both a little handsy and it's not long before you're stumbling back to his Jeep in the parking lot.

It was a post-divorce impulse buy. An impulse buy with a nice, roomy back seat. Plenty of space to tug you onto his lap, pull down your dress, and mouth at your tits in the backseat.

You reach down, palming him through his fancy suit pants. You pause, blinking a few times, and work the buttons of his pants so you can actually take him into your hands. You try to coax him to full hardness, but he's already flagging. He groans in frustration as his body just won't. fucking. cooperate. He wants you, he knows he wants you, he's just... fuck.

"Sorry," he pants, meeting your gaze with a look that can only be read as sheer mortification. "Shit, it's just... this is... sorry—"

"It's okay," you whisper against his mouth, so his stammered apologies are silenced. You spit into your palm and wrap your hand around his cock again, holding eye contact as you slowly stroke him. "Just relax. We have all night."

You mouth at his throat, his jaw. You trail your lips over the shell of his ear and he melts. He's like putty in your hands as you give him all of your attention— give him the chance to relax and work his way up to it. He moans against your ear and you smile. "That's it," you praise, working your hand faster. "I've got you."

[darlingmylovethatsmurder]

Something about Rosekiller becoming obsessed with the person who took Regulus' brother.

[fawnsfern]

vannat (hear me out), van as a film director and nat as the composer/music person for said film

director!van and composer!nat au i am hearing you out loud and CLEAR anon i love a workplace romance and this is so good

taglist :: @sixteendiamonds @puppysepulchre @daniirosie @cleverwhvre @stormfeast @alvinjrsgun @imsiriuslycool

[nyehhh-hh]

@/MotoGP: A little bit of music and a El Diablo pep talk before Q1 🤝

[urmomchaos]

THAT DONALD TRUMP GUY REALLY SLAYED 😭😭😭😭