i usually don't like him

Punishment (m)

Word count: 4,881

Content: Jungkook smut - blowjob, fingering, hair pulling, ass slapping, dom!Kook, cop AU

A/N: I know this took a looong time to post since I’ve been busy with school and work (which is just delightful… ugh) but I hope this scenario makes that up for you. After all, it’s over 50% smut for once because GOD DO I HAVE A THINK FOR KOOKIE AS A COP. I’M WEAK OKAY?? Sorry.

When it comes to getting pulled over, you might have the worst luck in the world. After all, is there anyone else who has had to flirt their way out of a ticket three times in one month? For some reason, you just happened to be that unlucky. You could be in the Guinness World Records.

And as if it couldn’t get any worse, it’s the same cop every time.

He had dark hair that always looked like he’d just brushed his fingers through it - messy yet stylish in a way - with a few strands falling down his forehead. Eyes like those of a fox, clever and arrogant. That same attitude he showed in his posture, too, always pushing his chest forward so you could clearly see that he exercised frequently.

Jeon Jungkook, is what he introduced himself as every time.

“Yes, I know that,” you said that third time, forcing a smile.

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He isn’t gonna make the same mistake twice



Jason is the kind of older brother who will pick you up and carry you into the kitchen while you scream “put me down put me down put me down” and drop you into the garbage can saying “okay I’ll put you down” and Damian is the kind of younger brother who falls victim to this multiple times


I love how Jon repeats what Damian said to him in the second panel. Even though he bickers with him and they fight a lot, Jon does listen to what Damian says and takes his words to heart. I love that about their relationship. They act like they don’t get along but in the end, there is this kind of grudging respect between the two of them. It’s great and I honestly can’t wait for them to become real friends.

people who don’t like hunk genuinely confuse me. what has hunk ever done wrong? name one time hunk has done something wrong. see? you can’t. he is perfect.


Magnus wearing his bracelet on the outside of his sleeve as a fashion statement.

  • Me: It's okay to be unsure of your gender/sexuality!!1! It's totally cool to be figuring yourself out!
  • Me @ me: except you bc u need to get ur stuff together and figure out what the heck u are right now immediately

he’ll get promoted soon

i didn’t expect him to somehow make his way onto my main team tbh

The universe didn’t seem to want me to draw today, but it was too good of an episode I just couldn’t not draw something 


…just some eye candy


@sukikobold said:

I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)

It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck

Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)


Looks like I have two new sons (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


addicted appreciation week: day six ♡ favourite scene

I brush the wetness on his cheek, the rarest tears my fingertips have ever felt, hidden in the confines of the dark. “I’m here for you,” I remind him. “I will stand beside you, whatever you want to say to the press.” It’s his sexuality, his choice, and if he’d rather lie about his past or if he’d rather try to explain the truth—I’d support him equally and with wholehearted vigor.


So I ask, “Would you choose to drown with me beneath a river or burn with me in flames?”

“Neither,” he whispers.

We’re together in those choices, no matter which way we fail—we’re together. I don’t understand… “You have to choose one.” A heavy, cold pain weighs against me.

His fingers disappear into my hair, clutching my face, his lips so very close. “I will die with you when we are old and withered and gray, and I’ll live with you every day until then. This is what I’ll always choose.”

I nod, my shoulders relaxing, even if he can’t see it. “You’ll die with me then,” I breathe. It’s a Shakespearean tragedy at its finest, and I can almost feel his lips rise, just by a fraction, in thought of this.

“Yes, darling. I will die with you.” And he kisses me, powerfully and forcefully. He draws back to whisper, “But not today.”