#(yes I know)

[ruinix]

Quinn with the 'when I say sit on my face, i don't mean hover.'

Lovely anon, do you know how downbad I am? No? Well, I am. Also, are you in my Instagram algorithm??? That phrase kept showing up even if I say ‘not interested’ (I am but you know, I’m trying not to be the whore that I am). Anyway, it’s maybe a bit cringe…I swear I tried...Sorry in advance…😭🧎🏻‍♀️

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Implied Unprotected Sex (use protection, silly), Oral (fem receiving), Face-sitting, Cum eating… 👀

Count: 998 words | Masterlist

You’re not listening to him. Why are you not listening? Is what he said so hard to understand? Quinn is seriously stunned—utterly flabbergasted—when you try to get out of the bed.

“Quinn, get off me!” You grumble, trying to slip out of his hold, but Quinn is still stronger than you. “This is holding me against my will! Kidnapping! Hostage taking!”

Quinn bursts out laughing. Fuck, you’re so silly sometimes. It’s never a dull moment with you, even when you are suddenly on a different wavelength. No, not even, especially. Quinn holds you closer, hand resting over your middle, pulling you closer against his chest.

Soon, your laughter follows—a beautiful mix of giggles and chuckles. Your sound makes him warm all over. When you crane your head so your lips graze his cheek, your hand  entwining with his, the other holding his jaw, Quinn almost forgets why he was holding you in the first place. You trickster.

“You’re distracting me,” he growls softly in your ear. Your little squeak makes him chuckle as he nips at your nape, your shoulders, your jaw. “You can’t get out of this.”

“Quinn,” you whine, “we just had sex. I’m sensitive! Plus I’ve already sat on your face earlier.”

“Sat,” he scoffs. “Sure.”

“Is that attitude?” You twist around so quickly, beautiful eyes narrowing, lips pouting, hair still very much disheveled from your earlier rounds, your nail scratching over his chest. “Don’t scoff at me, Quintin.”

Quintin. His first name. Fuck, it sounds so good.

Quinn sighs, pulling you closer, hooking your thigh over his hip. “Sorry.”

You both groan when his cock graze your pussy lips. Quinn’s member rousing. Yours quivering, leaking with your arousal and his cum. Oh, right. He filled you up so good, didn’t he? Quinn presses against your pussy, feels your entrance pulse, sees your hooded eyes.

“Again? I’m tired,” you whine, protesting but it’s you who reaches his cock to press it against your hole. “I’m so full, Q.”

Are you? You’ve already wasted a lot of his cum. Already so spent for the day. Quinn knows that. He fucking knows that. Despite wanting to pound into you, to fuck you until the next morning—and the through the whole day—he needs to hold back.

That’s why he fucking needs you to sit on his face. Right now.

“Then why is your pussy begging for more?” Quinn asks, eyes hooded, watching every shuddering breaths that escapes your lips. “But I know. You’re busy tomo—”

“Quinn, shut up.” You grab his cheeks and kiss him so sloppily. “I’m so sore, Quinny,” you whine when his tip teases your entrance.

You keep protesting, but it’s you who pushes your hips, chasing after his dick, seeking more and more.

“Sit on my face, my love.” Quinn whispers. His words echo in his ears. Does it with yours? Does his voice rattle your soul as much as yours with his?

“But…” You still hesitate.

You’re rarely hesitant. But when you are, you are. Like he will be turned off by you. Like he will care about your filled up pussy. Like he will suddenly be disgusted with you when he could very much lick the ground you walk on, kiss the pebbles of sweat on your body. Oh, he got you. Silly girl. Just breathe and you already have him hard and begging for a fuck.

“Trust me,” Quinn pleads, pressing his forehead against yours. His nose touches yours. He can see the little fear in your eyes, the doubt, before it dissipates into lust. “There we go.”

He gives you a small peck on your blushing cheek. “And, my Love, when I say sit on my face, I don’t mean hover.”

The wanton moan that escapes your lips is Quinn’s last straw. He could just fuck you. It would be too easy. Just one thrust and he’ll be inside your pussy. Just one kiss and he’ll have you begging for it—sore or not. But he doesn’t. Not when you finally agrees.

Quinn helps you over him. His hands glide and grips your skin. He can feel your shivers and trembles as you kneels over his face, legs beautifully parted for him to see your flushed pussy, too used and fucked.

“Quinn,” you whimper, hands planting on the headboard.

He mutters your name like a prayer and when you lower your pussy to his face, he knows his Goddess—you—answered.

He gives your clit a small kiss, tongue flatting over your trembling slit. The way you squeal and say made his heart flutter faster and faster in his chest. You taste divine. His cum combines with yours. Salty, musky, and somehow sweet.

This is what he fucking wants. He needed—still needs—this for so long. To be able to savor what he has done to you. To know how perfect your pussy would be with his fucking cum that he has never dared to taste before.

Fuck.

Oh, his love of his life. So perfect, so delectable, so fucking divine.

He's so happy that you’re not hovering. So happy that you finally listened. So happy that you’re grinding your pussy against his lips, using his nose to your clit, letting him hear every moan, groan, and whimper that escapes you. So happy to feel your weight on him.

He grips your thighs securing to him as he slips his tongue in your pussy, tasting more of you and him.

More.

Quinn thinks he should have done this earlier. Should have filled you with more cum and not let you argue and waste a single droplet. Should have feasted on you, stained and dirtied by him. Fuck. He needs more.

For every gulp and lick, your pussy tightens around his tongue, squeezing out his cum and your addicting arousal. Quinn can feel your thighs quiver, your pathetic attempt to escape him.

Oh you can’t.

He won’t have it.

 He needs you to come. He needs to feel you rob him of air as he does when he wrapped his fingers round your neck as he fucked into you.

He needs this.

Fuck. He’s so hard.

Maybe he can convince you for another round—rounds—of him buried deep in your pussy. Maybe he can persuade you not to attend the appointments you got tomorrow. Maybe he can just fuck you, clean you with his tongue, then fuck you again. Again. And fucking again.

Because this is not enough.

God, he’s so selfish. So fucking selfish.

He needs more and more of everything you can give him. His life is yours. Forever.

[jakewag]

davekat silly stuff

[pharawee]

Ohm Pawat Chittsawangdee & Leng Thanaphon U-sinsap —ONLY FRIENDS: DREAM ON · Coming Soon

[luckiandkryii]

No, I'm still not over it

[dc-spoiler-alert]

Steph this week! 29Jan2025

- DC's Lex and the City (cameo)

[zuppizup]

Haunted by Kosmo’s warning about darkness and corruption overwhelming Callum if he ever does dark magic again. (And he’ll definitely do dark magic again)

[yennao]

First pass at a Remy. The hold this rat has on my heart rn I cannot express.

[doggojin]

[rayactive-factory]

♡🔵⚫💨🌃♡

[canisalbus]

Feel free to ignore this if it doesn't spark your interest but worth a shot. Can I ask what breed of dog Jesus was in your dog world?

I think dog Jesus predates most of today's dog breeds. Realistically he'd probably be some kind of mutt, probably with vaguely Canaan dog looks. But European depictions of Jesus have always been very localized, and I tend to think that in Medieval, Renaissance and Baroque art he'd usually appear as a Spaniel of sorts, although it varies from piece to piece. Gun dogs more often than not.

[avidenthusiastoftomfoolery]

On a completely different note from my previous post I wanted to see more anthropomorphic ren and remembered I knew how to do that

@enderwoah had said something about dressing him up in kingly jewels like technoblade and I ran with it <3

[sorryiliketoscreenshot]

[flametrashiraarchive]

Douma Headcanons Part 3

I thought of more 😫

NSFW under the cut.

PART ONE | PART TWO

You discover the thrill of being hunted.

Douma likes to have you hide while he seeks you out, tiptoeing through the temple, honing his senses on you.

"Come on out, little pet... I promise not to bite too hard..."

"Awwh~ perhaps you ran away for good?" 🥺

You don't even dare to breathe. Your pulse is racing.

Some deep, primal instinct overrides your adoration of him.

You are prey and your predator is looking for you.

You can hear him pouting.

LOVES to sneak up on you in your hiding spot and get your heart pounding.

Sometimes he'll let you try to run from him.

You never know what he'll do when he catches you (and he always does.)

Sometimes he'll pounce on you, pin you down and tickle you until you beg him for mercy,

sometimes he'll pin you against the wall and fuck you as he sucks on your neck.

When he's not chasing you, fucking you, or generally being a little (6'2") gremlin, he likes to lie with his head on your chest or your stomach and just have you pet his hair.

He gets all soft and about as close to sleepy as demons get.

Bathes with you.

He has one of those enormous sexy basically-an-indoor-pool baths. Has it filled with rose petals for you and likes to pluck them off your wet body when you get out.

Kisses you as he washes your hair, and lathers his hands in soap to slip them over your skin.

He spends his life being doted on by his disciples, so he likes to do the same for you.

Baths almost always turn into bath sex.

Favorite position is the lotus. He likes to watch your face as he fucks you, and loves the feeling of you desperately riding his dick as you cling to his shoulders.

Will absolutely gossip with you about his disciples after they confess their sins to him.

Finds it hilarious and adorable that you're so hypnotized by his chest. Will let you squeeze them but be careful because his nipples ARE sensitive and he WILL want to fuck if they get too much attention.

He likes your titties too.

They're fun to play with.

Desperately wants to take you to the Infinity Castle and show you off. 😫 Muzan won't let him.

(Wants to bone you in every room there. Yes, he knows it's impossible. No, he's not going to quit wanting it.)

[bibibusinessman]

Quotes from my life as things the Batfam would say.

Dick: Can you crop me stripping out of the photo?

Tim: Usually when I leave people have a happy smile on their faces.

Steph: It wasn’t assault it was an oopsie daisy.

Duke: Drunk driving is fine, as long as it’s not drunk crashing.

Barbara: I’m gonna eat that shit up.

Damian: I can’t tell if that’s my dad or a lesbian.

Jason: it’s not assault if you enjoy it

[fangirls-other-art]

Uhhhh I’ve recently reread the Jekyll and Hyde novel lol

And I decided to try a (slightly) different style

I might do more for Halloween or something, idk I just wanted to draw these ladies

Please Do Not Repost!

Reblogging is appreciated but not necessary ^^

And now, a tiny rant/explaination that no one will care about but I feel like I need to bring it up or some people might have questions lol;

From what I remember I don’t think Dr. Lanyon was ever given a first name in the book, if he did have name I forgot. I know he’s been given different names throughout the years, but I’m going off of the cartoon from the 1980s, and in that version his name is Dr. Haste Lanyon. After some research, I found that a feminine name similar to that in the 1800s was Hasty, so I used that. I apologize for any confusion, and honestly I’m not sure how much I like that name so I might very well change it, but as of right now her name is Dr. Hasty Lanyon.

And before anyone asks, yes, I have read ‘The Glass Scientists’ Comics, but I wanted to make my own designs. I have nothing against the artist and the writing, it’s still an amazing comic and I definitely recommend it to anyone who likes Jekyll and Hyde. (I haven’t really read in the past few years tho, I got caught up in life and found other interests. If I felt like going through three years worth of comics I’ve missed, I’d probably start reading it again, but alas I don’t feel like it lol. I still recommend it tho, it has a great storyline and a beautiful art style)

That’s all, thanks for reading my pointless explanation

[glazedsnail]

Look, I have limits to my obsession prone behaviour...

I know it doesn't look it, BUT as far as addiction goes this one's the healthiest I've had 👀

Besides, this is @speltfields Shane we're talking about. Have you seen him? HAVE YOU? 🥵

I love it so much I even keep the doodles from the post 🥹

I'm perfectly normal about a 3 pixel depressed man from a 10 year old farming simulator video game, haha, hahaha, HAHAHAH

Darn it I forgot to include the one I keep in my phone case.....for reasons.... It's under the cut so that this post is less of a testament deep dive on why my brain is this gone.

And may I remind you that this exact one is the drawing that sparked the idea for this:

So. You blame Speltfields, not me.............👀