is there any need though

Belle/Adam and children

alternative title: I Can’t Believe My First Proper Contribution To A Fandom After So Many Years Is Fucking Disney Headcanons

also, this got really out of hand. still.. enjoy?

- Belle doesn’t want to have children for another ten years, and that makes everyone, literally everyone in the village Upset™ (bc nothing, even a thought goes unnoticed in a village, apparently) [okay, her father isn’t upset, but he doesn’t really get it either]

-  Adam does want to have children, but he understands Belle and respects her wish – he thinks she’ll make a marvellous mother (he’s seen her plenty around children) once she’s ready

- and besides, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to give his children all the love he wants to give them; he’s not afraid of turning into his father anymore, now that he has Belle, but he’s terrified of not being enough

- Belle figures that out after a while, and even though it breaks her heart, it also makes her even more determined to show him just how happy he makes her, their friends, their people

- (on that note, Adam definitely has a praise kink)

- (but he enjoys praising Belle - and watching her reaction - as well? basically their communication during sex is A+, 10/10, would recommend)

-  but anyway, as effective contraception was basically non-existent as a term back then, and despite their being bright and well-read and everything (Belle a genius, even), there isn’t a solution they could come up with that would really work

-  (besides not having sex at all, obviously, but knowing themselves that’s so impossible/ridiculous a thought they don’t even say it out loud, just dismiss it for good)

- so Belle ends up visiting the Enchantress, despite their shared mistrust

-  ..and they have this amazingly thorough and comforting talk; by the end of it Belle is visibly more open and more forgiving

-  the Enchantress gives Belle the herbal+magical equivalent of a birth control pill basically, and they part on relatively good terms

-  but now Belle just wants to have sex all the time, which is really adorable/very hard to resist if you ask Adam

-  of course he knows she’s done something, and as Belle won’t tell him what’s this sudden, miraculous ’solution’, he can’t help but worry

-  she gets so annoyed she just kind of blurts it out one morning, and immediately regrets it

-  Adam goes from mildly worried to full-on panicking in about two minutes; he isn’t loud or dramatic for once – he becomes uncharacteristically quiet, and he looks so, so lost and afraid

-  Belle tries to convince him that it’s fine, everything is fine and the Enchantress wouldn’t have a ’reason’ to curse him/them this time – but it sounds really half-hearted the more desperate and guilty she becomes (he’s looking at her with big blue eyes, and when she moves to draw him into her arms, he’s shaking, holding onto her as if someone was to take her away if he let her go)

- that night, he kisses her, stroking her back as if she was the porcelain doll she very much isn’t, and refuses to do anything else – he doesn’t sleep a wink, either

- the next day there are as many as six physicians in the castle, and Belle huffs and grits her teeth in annoyance, but lets them examine her, looking for any physical sign of a curse

- they don’t find anything, and Belle nearly cries at Adam’s joyous, relieved expression when she tells him

- weeks pass, and although they are still just as affectionate as before, there’s this hesitation, unsureness between them that Belle hates more than anything – she can see Adam doesn’t like it, either

- she decides she’s had enough after a month of this, takes a deep breath, and tells Adam she’s ready to have children after all, they needn’t be that careful

- Adam knows it’s not entirely untrue, but also sees that stubbornly set jaw, that brave, upturned face, and decides to visit the Enchantress himself

- he comes back only slightly less terrified, but he kisses her palm and folds her fingers around the small vial, and Belle feels his trust heavy and sweet in that palm as he leans down to kiss her properly

- things grow.. easier in the next few years, between them and the Enchantress

- however, it’s not until the birth of their first child, healthy and perfect, that the last traces of worry fade from Adam’s eyes

- he still insists on co-sleeping with the baby (at least until Belle has recovered), and Belle, utterly in love with the child and now feeling confident enough to be a parent her mother would be proud of, agrees


I’m on the fence for some ships, like I’ve loved jaya since the beginning and still do, but bruiseshipping is also super cute?? like most of the ships are cute honestly
what do y'all ship primarily? please reply! I’d like to know more about the fandom on here

Dear harmos,

Please don’t ruin this for Mani by saying insane things and alienating her fanbase from the others. She needs all the support she can get and it needs to come by way of her dancing prowess and overall presence on the show. You can be supportive of Normani without demeaning other people’s favorites okay?




A design based on one of @dahmumu’s sketch:

Edit: Scanned version :3

It’s wasn’t on my list of drawing to finish but…he just showed me his sketch one day and I was like “Amygad ♥ I need to do something with this as soon as possible! ☆゚.(#;3;#) .゚☆ “

So I redraw the design and added details like pearls,embroideries and gave name to the decorations //thanks to a certain game I became addicted to small details like this //

I named this outfit “La Matadora” because the design is inspired by bullfighter or “Matadore” costume.

And it’s suit the fact that William is exactly the kind of person who like to show off and provoke his enemies.
(That leaves the time to Hei to pass from behind to finish them properly 8D)

This,and it’s also a part of his heritage since he’s half spanish
(but he take it like like a joke  most of the time leul )

I feel like I ended up with some kind of ultimate transformation,with the Epic-Final-Battle-Of-Doom in ~Space ~against the Final Boss….
you know, that trend who manage to stay epic no matter the number of time you see it in anime XD

Or this is just his Alola form idk


that feel when one of your kids gets the rest of your 48 kids drunk and you are too outnumbered to do anything but feel like a failure of a father


Put up a few necklace sets in my Etsy store! One set of Mass Effect morality necklaces for you and a friend - who’s the Paragon and who’s the Renegade?

The other set is either Mage Pride Hawke, or Handers - for yourself, as friendship necklaces, or even for you and your geeky other half. 

More sets, including a Fenhawke set, coming soon. 

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Tense (Simon)

Requested?: Yes, thanks
Warnings?: Smut
Pairing: Simon and Reader



My boyfriend, Simon, has been out all day filming football videos. While I have been sat at home doing nothing but wanting him all day.

I’ve sent him multiple messages, but he hasn’t responded to any. Which I can only assume that he is busy filming. That doesn’t make me need for him any less though.

Not even ten minutes after I sent him the last text he walks through the door.

I can tell that he is tired and probably just wants to go to bed, but I have other plans.

“Hi Si, you back from filming?” I ask walking over to him

He nods “Yeah, gotta put it on my computer so I can edit it later.”

I nod and watch him sit down at his desk, before an idea pops into my head. I know how I can get Simon in the mood.

“You seem pretty tense.” I say walking over and wrapping my arms around his neck from behind.

“Well I did just come home from filming, and a lot went wrong so yeah I’m tense.” He says, not taking his eyes off of the screen

“Well I can help you relax a little bit.” I say turning his chair around to face me.

“Oh and how do you plan to do that?” He asks, looking me up and down

“I have a few ideas.” I say as I straddle his lap.

He places his hands on my hips as I press them down. Simon then begins to run his thumbs in a circle on my hip bones.

I then begin to slowly move my hips in a circle, leaning forward and connecting my lips with his. I try to my best to keep the kiss at a slow pace, but he keeps trying to speed it up.

“Si, let me be in control for once.” I say pulling away from the kiss, and trailing my lips down his neck.

I then get off of him and move in front of him on my knees.

“What are you doing?” He asks looking at me.

“Just let me.” I say, playing with the top of his sweatpants.

“Take off your shirt.” I say, looking at him

He complies and slips it off, while I pull off his sweats and boxers.

I then grab him in my hands, slowly moving my hand.

“Babe, don’t tease me.” Simon says

I look up at him and make eye contact, before taking him into my mouth. Making him throw his head back, groaning.

I look up at him through my eyelashes, before taking him further into my mouth. He begins to try and thrust his hips upwards.

I remove my mouth and look up at him “I’ll stop if you do that.”

Then I lick a stripe up the side before taking just the tip into my mouth.

“Babe, quit and come up here.” Simon says, pulling me up and back into his lap.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask, biting my lip.

He shakes his head “No, but you know the drill. I absolutely do not cum before you.”

He then begins to remove my clothing, before pulling me onto his lap.

“I want you to ride me baby girl.” He says.

I then position myself above him before sinking down. As we both let out a moan of pleasure.

I then begin to move my hips, in a slow fashion.

Simon places his hand son my hips and helps me move up and down. Both of us, letting out moans of pleasure.

After while he picks me up, keeping us connected.

Simon then places me on the bed, crawling on top of me.

He then begins to move his hips at a faster pace. Making my grip onto his forearms, digging my nails into his flesh.

“Si, I’m close.” I mumble, after a few moments.

“Cum with me babe.” He says, moving his hips faster.

I close my eyes as my orgasm washes over me. Simon releasing not even a second after me.

I then feel him pull out and lay down beside me.

He then wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest.

“Did that make you any less tense?” I ask looking up at him

He nods “Yeah actually it did.” He says, softy “Now I’m just tired.”

“Well then, you deserve a good sleep.” I say, resting my head on his chest.

He kiss the top of my head, and brings me in closer to him.

“Goodnight princess.” He whispers. “I love you.”

Before long I can feel his breathing get steady, indicating that he is asleep.

“Good night Si.” I whisper “I love you too.”

Then before long I feel myself drift off to sleep.

Kisses With Bellamy

Originally posted by dailybellamyblake



i. you first started as friend with benefits. rushed, rough kisses. hand tangling in each others hair. blankets going everywhere. swapping t-shirts, teasing each other.never any pda, though if he was really needed he’d make you stop whatever you were doing. no matter what it was.

ii. slowly, it started to be more intimate. he would start to ask you permission for things he wouldn’t ask permission for before that. kisses started to get slower, and more passionate. you weren’t sure where this new side of Bellamy came from, but you went with it anyway.

iii. then it hit a rough patch. the friends with benefits started to fizzle out. he would get sassy with you, and pull jokes. the jokes weren’t polite however, and sometimes you would stomp away from him if he started to get on your nerves. he started ‘having fun’ with other people too, which really annoyed you. it hurt your brain to think that Bellamy was kissing someone else, probably with more passion than he had ever given you.

iv. it started slowly when you both needed it. he had banished plenty of people, and other were mad about it. grounders were popping up left and right. walls had to be built. when it came night, he just needed someone’s hand to hold. you’d rest your head on his chest, slowly moving from his breathing. sometimes you would reach up and peck a kiss to his lips if he was especially stressed.

v. then it was bliss. you’d hold hands when he would get it a heated argument. many people were thankful for it, because you, had saved many people from being banished. octavia owed you forever because you had stopped Bellamy from killing Lincoln as soon as he found out they were together. the other grounders were trouble, you helped build the wall and collect food. you were bellamy’s support system, and although it took him awhile to notice it, he never wanted to hurt you again.


Between not having a job, and my teeth waging war in my jaw, I’m in need of funds. So, commissions are open. I’m sure plenty of you are aware by now. I’m adding in theme background commissions too, though. I need to sell four of any of these.

B&W images or theme backgrounds: $25
Flat Colors: $30
Fully Shaded + simple background: $35

+10 dollars for every extra person past 2.

I will draw anything that isn’t mecha or straight up porn. If you’re commissioning a theme BG, I’ll need to know which code you’re using, and a screenshot of your computer desktop, so I know what size the make everything. 


Payment only accepted via paypal.

Be Used (Jason Mccann) (Mature)

The slamming door was an usual, afternoon sound that came around whenever Jason Mccann felt angry, annoyed, aggravated or all of the above combined in one.  

The days were getting too stressful; especially with cops sniffing around, making it extremely hard to work for him and the boys. All the unfinished deals, unwanted people being killed, drugs and guns multiplied - this got to the stage, where it was simply too much to carry on an individual’s shoulders.

Y/N knew. She knew very well how emotionally drained her boyfriend was. All the signs of indisposition, both physically and mentally. He looked tired, exhausted. The bags under his eyes, messy hair, obsessed look as he constantly checked up on any news that the gang could bring in. Still, mostly it was the lack of interest he gave her.

Now, it wasn’t about what she wanted, what she needed, even though she was missing himself more than any words could ever describe. Not mentioning sex, what she craved the most was her boyfriend by her side, laughing, talking. The cuddles, the little ‘I love you’s & more. She ached for feeling him being a different Jason, a Jason that was carefree only with her.

Nevertheless, the sex part was what worried her the most. It was normal by now that Mccann was using her body as a getaway whenever he felt like he needs to. And for Y/N it was not a big deal, mainly because she was too disturbed by the fact that the love of her life could just go out and kill someone as an income of outrageous rage.

The shadow of his body has become now visible, as Jason took himself straight to kitchen, not even once looking around. His girlfriend, of good amount of time now, bit on her bottom lip, only imagining the frightening thoughts that were going through his head. The idea of all the demons he was forced to hold back inside made her really upset. And this was everytime she would see him in such condition. Once again, Y/N mentally cursed herself for overthinking the situation and finding her as a victim of it as well.

A deep, shaky sigh has left the plumpy lips of hers. She stood up, fixing her hair and clothes, just like she would be going to some formal meeting that was suppose to bring a crucial earnings. Her toes made their way to the kitchen as silently as it was physically possible, just in case. A muscular, male posture was turned back to her, focused on something below so badly that no recognition was given to an individual that just appeared.

“Jase? Can we talk?” Y/N asked silently, slightly afraid of the reaction she might receive.

This was a reminder of the days when the two were strangers to each other, when Y/N would be too embarrassed to even look at Jason, which only made him smirk and pay attention to the girl who he never thought would play a role in his future life.  

Good couple of seconds has passed, since the silence was broken down by little, non-understandable whimpers.

“Yeah, what is it?” He answered, looking back at her. There was no specific emotion hidden behind the look he was emitting, just like the two ball-shaped things inside of him lost the purpose utterly.

“Um, I-” She started, looking puzzled, just like her mind. Jason raised his eyebrows in confusion, looking at the body of his girlfriend carelessly. This never happened. Usually, he was being so nice, he was always being nice to her, unless they had a misunderstanding. But, even then. So bloody nice.
“I know how you feel. I cannot actually relate, but I understand completely. I know you hate talking about the emotions, that’s exactly why you are having cocaine on our counter, I’m not mad, like I said - I get it.” The sentence finally left her mouth, as Jason slid to the right, covering the illegal image that his girlfriend spotted. “I get it so bad, I am not here to make you talk or cry or complain or whatever. Just, um, let me help you, we both know what will help you, we can do it.” Her head nod, as the speech she gave had a more confident sound half way through.

“No, no way, I told we won’t fuck when I’m this angry.” He said almost instantly, shaking his head. “I’m all good, this baby will make me feel better and we can lay down later and watch you favourite, sappy shit, just give me time, I need that.” He mumbled, ignoring her presence by turning back around, guess it was just easier this way.

“Yes, we will, because you want it and I want it.” She said aggressively, getting annoyed with yet again - no interest she was given. Next thing she knew was her hand grabbing Jason’s one harshly, pulling it, to make him look at her and for once, be serious when it came to the stuff that came out of her mouth.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh? Fucking get off my dick!” Jason screamed out in frustration, not because of what Y/N did, but because he was just about to bend over and let the magic powder do its wizardry thing.

“You are so fucking irritating. Don’t you get it? You always fuck me when you feel angry, just because you feel extra angry doesn’t mean I can’t take it. Jason, I’m being for real, this is getting out of hand. I can’t have you slamming the door, breaking things, pretending I’m not here, I can’t do it anymore. I feel like fucking shit, you are all I care about and yet, I cannot help you. If you won’t let me be your therapist, just let me be your fucking slut.” The words came out with such great meaning behind them, showing how the struggle of one person can easily affect his closet ones.

“I don’t wanna use you.” Jason whispered, as soon as Y/N’s hands started to touch him up, scrolling through his chest, down to his pants, as she undid the belt.

The only reason he did not stop her was because of what she said, she made him feel as she is soon about to leave if the things won’t change, and that was not in his control at all. Yes, he was aware of the fact his girlfriend that he loved so dearly didn’t even come across to the thought of hurting him and it was his own, messed up thinking that made him believe in that.

“I want to be used.” She whispered back, as her shaking hands slipped down around his tight. Her chin moved up, looking at the face of the boy she loved, looking for answers. She was just too good to simply start with more without getting the permission, just like he would when he wanted to.

He looked at her with such an empty expression. Was it a yes, was it a
no? Y/N slowly, very slowly, stared going down on him, which made Jason furrow his eyebrows in such shock. As soon as he came into realisation, he grabbed her arm, pulling her little body up.

“If you wanna help me, jack me off. I didn’t have a time to do it myself.” He said firmly, sticking up to a plan he created in his mind. Mentally, he punched himself so hard, as he had a girl he adored trying to suck him off and he just declined.

“But, I-”

“No. You want to be my slut? Fucking be one. Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do. I don’t want your fucking cunt or you mouth or whatever, jack me off. Make me cum and then fuck off.” He spat, looking at her with no further feeling, which in some weird way had her turned on. She quickly just nodded, hating herself for the fact she enjoyed it. It was a first mini sexual interactions they had in so long, it felt like forever.

Y/N slipped both her hands slowly inside his boxers, massaging his length that was quick to become harder and harder, out of the total lack of touch he has been receiving recently. She looked down, licking her lips, as the tips of her fingers were making rounded moves on the tip of an impressive member, while the other hand landed on a pair of balls, caressing them intensively.

“Fuck, I’m actually close.” Whimpers hit Y/N’s sight, surprising the both of the two, as Jason was never the one to be at his pick point quickly.

“You’re so fucking big.” The moans came out, which made her boyfriend raise the corners of his lips, forming the smirk that was not welcomed on the handsome face since the start of all of his issues.

“Hurry the fuck up.” He muttered, feeling himself getting hot, as he moved his eyes onto a set of hands, satisfying him.

He regretted not fucking her now. What he would do to her. It’s probably what he wouldn’t do to her - that was a real good question. “Oh my-…Faster, harder, I want you to feel me, I want to feel my sperm landing right on your beautiful, tiny hand. Fuck, and you know what you will do later? Lick it all of so nicely, you will get what every slut is waiting for, is daddy fucking right?” He moaned out, restlessly moving his hips to signalise he needs and demands more.

She did as she was told, stroking his dick, up and down as her fingers pressed more force onto his balls, tugging them. The characteristic sound of moans fulfilled the kitchen, as the hands slipping on Jason’s dick made him ready to release and make himself feel better. He was so in the moment, so vulnerable in such state.

“Daddy, I want all of your cum, I’m so ready. I want you to see me tasting you. P-please.” She sobbed, letting out a moan in desperation, as her panties got soaked more and more with every minute.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” A loud, deep groan hit all the corners of their house as the Jason’s hands tightened on the counter behind him. his head threw back and his body became tremulous, when all the juices left his body, accompanied by his moans. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, feeling the sticky substance on her fingers, slowly taking herself out of dark blue jeans. She waited a minute for Jason to recover and look back. Gently, the tongue was pressed onto fresh skin licking and sucking of all the white cum.

“So fucking hot.” He howled, pressing his thumb on Y/N’s chin, taking the little drop of his sperm left over, as he pressed it against her soft, warm lips. He sighted quietly, annoyed with the fact that he had so much love for this girl. That he loved her and he was tied up to her. That much, that he would happily just let her in. Because, there was a trust the boy had in her.

“You deserve my attention, I will tell you all that bothers me.” He said finally, smiling gently. He now felt bad for the insults and the attitude that somehow covered up the love he was having.

The girl didn’t need apologies to read it from his face. She quickly wrapped her hands around his neck, feeling the sudden relief that both of them really needed at the end. And even through, nothing was going to be easy in any way, she could sleep calmly from now on, knowing she was being a shoulder to cry on.

Insecure gays? LMAO. More like insecure str8s. Is it not enough that you have millions of straight characters across all forms of media? You can’t handle one lesbian in a cast of 24 characters?

“Why do they need to make me uncomfortable by reminding me Tra/cer is a lesbian?” is really all I’m hearing from the argument that she doesn’t need any reference to Em/ily added on the game, even though other characters have voice lines related to comic only characters.

It just dawned on me that my former “best friend” hasn’t made any attempt to talk to me or check in on me in ages lol so long I guess

askthe2pgermany  asked:

Alex- **Sighs** -come on stop that sort of talk. You love Gil and he loves you right? **pulls him into a tight hug** Dont listen to that fucking Greyface, you're one of the best people i know. Dont cry ok...Dont cry.

Don’t worry, the only way I’m dying today is over this hangover or if you hug me any tighter.

Thanks though, I needed it.