#*shoves it in yalls face*

[shotmrmiller]

ps!ghost is very interested, to put it mildly. can't seem to stop re-watching your debut video that was released a week ago. it's always the same premise. black leather couch casting. nice little bird in a modest dress or shirt and jeans who gets undressed because the "director" has to take in measurements and the like, only to end up getting railed from the back with their pretty face pressed into the cushion.

it's a thing male viewers like. they love to watch a professional break in the new girl. he, though, not so much. he doesn't go for the new girls. doesn't like to be the one to test the limit like others do. (big cock anal on their debut? ghost finds it a bit much.) he hears one tiny gasped ouch and he's not finishing the shoot.

no, what gets him going is the enjoyment one can get during sex. it's why he ended up in this business in the first place. he likes sex. a lot.

likes to have men, women, young and old alike writhing beneath him gasping his (stage) name due to the pleasure and not because a script said to. and the benefits of working in the porn industry means that he gets paid doing what he likes, and can stay safe while doing so.

this is where you come in. the only reason he'd sat down to watch your video at all is because you'd been given a contract by the same company he is under. he's bound to come across you at a later date, might as well learn what he'll be eventually working with.

and he's hooked. whatever initial nervousness you might've had at the very beginning (because this is your very first professional shoot, of course) bleeds from your shoulders once price, the lucky bloke, gets his hands on you. you're a bloody natural.

and you enjoy it. there's no faking the way your nails bite into price's scalp when he licks at your pussy through your thin knickers. you gently wrap your hand around his fingers that's rolling your hardened nipple, giving it a gentle squeeze. he's doing it too rough. you buck your hips into his face, riding it even though you're the one on your back.

ps!ghost has to swallow the mouthful of saliva when he notices strings of creamy white sticking to price's body hair, a frothy ring around the root. the best part of all of this, is that you're giving as good as you take. you're no passive participant. you could, under price's big bulk, just get folded in half and do nothing other than feel the sweet burn of his cock stretch you, turn you inside out.

but you don't. you know exactly what you like and how you like it. you look for your orgasm, make sure it happens under your manicured fingers or price's thick ones. you don't let him be too rough on you nor too gentle.

simon loves it. you're new to this. you could've just accepted what he gave you without so much as a peep of complaint and gone home to soak in an epsom salt bath. but you didn't. you didn't let him pinch your sensitive clit, didn't let him mindlessly claim a fistful of hair.

but you did open your pretty mouth so he could spit in it (fucking lovely, it was) and let him keep your soft hips in the air as john's pace turned frantic and the best of all (in his very biased opinion) you crossed your ankles around his waist to keep him there as he fucked you full of his come.

(had simon been there, he would've begged for a taste if he had to.)

he feels a bit desperate, after. can't get you out of his head. the thought of your slick pussy hot around his cock is what gets him to finish at times. the other times, it's your video. he swears he's found his equal (sorry, soap) one that'll forget that he's supposed to be putting on a show for the viewers.

sorry price, he's about to unfuck him out of your pussy until all it'll ever remember is simon.

(what he doesn't understand is that he's about to forget more than the viewers. why is price watching yall again? it's almost intimate the way you let him fuck you on a creaky mattress. he's drunk on the smell of you, your hair, your cunt. lost all thought when his fat cock slid with relative ease into your wet heat and all he'd done was let you make yourself come on his fingers and tongue as many times as you'd pleased. you'd latched onto his neck, maybe out of habit or whatever, it doesn't matter. he'll be telling the makeup artists to leave the bites you left. he earned every single one. and where he usually pulls out because it's easier to clean up for everyone? you'll not be wasting a single drop. it appears he has a lot bit of a breeding kink.)

[forlorn-crows]

@kkaisarion: #it's like they're kissing across someone's cock i mean mic i mean cock i mean m–

how do we feel about sliding copia's cock right in between there?

𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒎

explicit. 589 words.

⛧

EDIT: @jimothybarnes commissioned @foxybouquet for a companion piece to this and i just CANT! ive added it on AO3 ♡

Read on AO3 here!

Know you’re stressed. Us too. 

Let us take the edge off. 

And that’s how Copia eventually found himself thrust between the lips of his two guitarists; biting into his knuckles to stifle the unbecoming sounds falling from his lips, a haze of weed smoke pleasantly clouding his anxious mind, and sunk deep into a plush (miraculous for a hotel) armchair that the two ghouls unceremoniously plopped him into after they started pawing at him over his clothes. 

What a sight they are together. Poised just like they are sometimes onstage, leaning in close for backup vocals, but instead of a microphone, their lips close the distance to kiss across his cock, messily making out along the shaft. It’s sloppy, full of saliva and tongue. Full of sidelong glances through droopy eyes, lazy smirks shared between the two that make his balls twitch. 

Dew kneads at his thigh. “Could fuck you, if you wanted.” The suggestion sends a zing of dizzy pleasure up Copia’s spine, and he almost draws blood from his fist. The fire ghoul noses into the close cropped hair at the base of his cock, looking up at him with a siren stare of molten copper. Alluring. Striking confidence despite the warmth on his face from the weed. Copia’s also struck with the amusing image of a wide-eyed cat stalking its prey. 

“Or,” Aether pipes up, moving to kiss the slender head of his cock. His hand sneaks out to Dew’s ass, wrapping around the base of his tail and tugging. Copia watches his eyes roll back as he moans into his groin, arching into the quint ghoul’s touch. “Could give you a little show.” He pets down the length of Dew’s ashen hair, pulls at the ends. “If you wanted.” 

“Hah–shit,” he gasps, nearly bucking into the warmth of Aether’s mouth. Dew slides his lips down to his balls, and he has to hide his face in his hands lest he cum just from the sight of him sucking them in. 

“Let us see,” he whines in protest, reaching up to tug weakly at Copia’s elbow. 

Aether hums in agreement. “Don’t hide, Papa.”

He wheezes out a laugh, delirious and wholly out of his mind. “You two will be the fucking death of me,” he groans. 

“Gonna cum like this, huh?”

“Cazzo, ti prego,” he groans. 

“Think that means yes, please, Aether, shove my cock down your throat so I can cum in it,” Dew mumbles into the seam of his balls. Bastard of a ghoul. Copia silently curses his brother posthumously for always picking the pretty, silver-tongued ones. 

“Always so mean to your Papa–ah!” He can’t finish his chiding, because Aether, indeed, swallows down most of his cock in one go, his nose just brushing against Dew’s where they meet at the base. The smaller ghoul trills and rubs the tips of them together, fluttering his lashes up at the anti-pope. All at once he feels like a mouse trapped in a corner by two fanged beasts ready to pounce. Already easy to feel that way with his ghouls in a half-glamoured state, but the way they look at him at this moment makes his stomach burn too deliciously. 

Aether starts to suck, hollowing out his cheeks to take him base to tip, over and over. Snaking his hand into Dew’s hair to press him right into Copia’s taint.

“C’mon, Papa, we’ve got you,” Aether slurs around his tip. Dew moans his agreement, vibrations from his voice causing his thighs to jump. “Just let go.”

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[raineandsky]

#105

The villain isn’t one to intervene when someone else gets themself into deep shit. It’s their own damn fault, usually, and the villain tends to find at least some entertainment in people fucking around and finding out.

Heroes aren’t usually the ones fucking around, though, let alone finding out, so it peaks the villain’s interest when they come across a hero doing just that. And their favourite hero too, god, what a treat. Heroes are as stupid as they look, clearly.

The hero’s been cornered in an alleyway by someone a lot larger than them; that alone is a feat. The hero, all smiles and unearned confidence and bolshy dramatics, has somehow managed to piss off the only person in the city that has more on them in the ‘intimidating size’ department.

The villain scoots closer for a better view as the other person’s hand drifts lightly up the hero’s neck, words spoken between them that’re lost to the wind before the villain can hear them. The hero stares up at them, wide-eyed, their lips parted slightly. 

Damn, the villain would be shoving popcorn in their mouth right now if they had any.

The person’s hand tightens on the hero’s throat—the villain can see the shadowy dents in their skin, even from here—leaning their face in close to the hero’s to whisper something to them. The hero’s hands grasp at the person’s wrist, though not particularly tightly, their eyes closing against what is clearly a murder attempt.

Wow. Heroes don’t get into shit often because they don’t know how to act when they do, obviously. The villain, a master at getting into shit and subsequently dragging themself out of it, decides to intervene. As fun as this little show is, the only person allowed to lay a finger on the hero is the villain.

They flick their blade out with a satisfying click, taking a few steps forward to put themself in the limelight of the moment. “Okay,” they say flatly, earning a pair of interesting, startled noises from the two in front of them, “break it up.”

The hero meets their eye with the same wide-eyed surprise as before. “[Villain], what— where’d you—”

The villain ignores them. “Step away,” they say sharply, their blade pointed to the person leaning over the hero. They do as they’re told, looking just as startled as the hero, their back bumping against the opposite wall in their haste to move. “Good.”

“[Villain],” the hero repeats, finally earning half the villain’s interest, “what’re you doing?”

“Saving your ass, since you clearly can’t do it yourself,” the villain snaps. Their gaze still rests on the other person, nervously averting their eyes from the villain’s. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

There’s a long moment of silence. Long enough for the villain to wonder if they actually said that outloud. “I’m okay,” the hero says eventually, their voice quiet. “You can, um, go. They’re my, uh– they’re my partner.”

The villain glances back to the hero, their gaze also turned away, their cheeks a hot pink, and the villain finally realises, oh fuck, they’re not nervous, they’re awkward.

The villain’s dagger lowers slightly in horror. They glance at the other person, their eyes still pointed to the ground, their face also burning. The villain would apologise if this weirdo hadn’t been so intent on making this look like a goddamn crime.

“Tip for next time,” the villain says flatly, though they can feel their own embarrassment hot in their stomach, “keep this, y’know, behind closed doors. And if that’s still too hard, at least do it somewhere I’m not going to find you and think I’m stumbling in on a murder.”

“Noted.” The hero’s voice is so small. This discomfort would be an incredible victory for the villain any other day, but unfortunately the villain wants to throw themself off a cliff as well. Painfully so. They’re not sure why they’re stalling; they want to get the hell out of here.

“Great. Okay. Yeah.” The villain takes a step back, their dagger hastily shoved back into their belt. “Okay, well… bye.”

The hero gives them a short nod and their partner waves at them. The villain would think they’re taking the piss if they didn’t look like they immediately regretted it after.

The villain escapes that alley like they’re outrunning the law. They make a mental note as they go, one they know they won’t forget—keep to your damn business.

[furbygone]

Here she is!!! 😄 Her battery compartment was beyond saving, but I'm still super happy with how she cleaned up even if she is nonworking! I'm naming her Biohazard :)

[bxxth1ll]

You came home at a bad time while I was in a graveyard 😬

Did you want to visit your daughter???

Funny ya assume she even was able to get a proper grave.

[lunarbun-ships]

AUGHH I LOVE BEING CRINGE /lh

[lwiann]

I just woke up and immediately saw transphobia from my country i truly do not wanna be alive in this world anymore

[celestie0]

if u drive a tesla. fuck u

[angelgendered]

OUGH he's so pretty with this hair and the tiny lil beard. i'm keeping them.

[akascow]

"why cant two guys just be Friends" because i am Lonely and i live through their love vicariously now LET ME SHIP THE DOOMED YAOI IN PEACE

[herald-of-aurene]

Art compilation of all my (current) Myxxi art

[ask-north]

[Continued from]

North: He's registered and everything! Which means I could use him in Pokemon Shows if I really wanted to! Pretty cool huh?! North: Mom reeaaaally wants me to do Pokemon Shows just like she did when she was a kid! I don't think I'd be good at them though, I like people but I think I'd hate going on stage! Cause... you know... people staring at me and all...

✧ North quickly stopped her rambling and gave a small defeated sigh, she looked a bit stressed out all of a sudden.

North: I guess, they thought Silas might make me get bored of her and stop wanting her around? I've always wanted a zorua too, I even begged my parents for one every birthday, well, till I got Polaris. Then I stopped caring about what type of Pokemon someone was. North: Pokemon suddenly became just like people to me... You can't pick out a human to be friends with you have to earn it.

North: It's just, Why does everyone want me to get rid of Wisteria... But um, I shouldn't be complaining... Silas was an expensive gift. North: And I love him a lot! I don't want my parents to take him back, I just hope he doesn't grow to hate me. North: Even if he was a gift, I just want him to know I'll always love him no matter what. I just hope he'll love me too, I don't want to force him to like me he can choose that himself.

[the-observer-squip]

hey Observer

i need some help

my usual outlet for my emotions isn't helping me right now so if you could help recommend anything to do that would help me so much right now

-Runner

There's plenty of things you can do in these dreadful times. Listen to music, make some art, talk with your friends or family, watch a movie or good old funny videos.

Heck, screaming your head off in frustration helps a little.

Listen, my main duties are with my user, but I'm uploaded on the web too for a reason, and that's to help anyone that needs it. Don't ever be shy about contacting me.

[gideongrovel]

every selfshipping art is self indulgent- but what I'm drawing takes the cake 🥰 something ive wanted to draw from the start of me shipping with Brook, finally getting to it 🤭

[femmesandhoney]

i think one of the funniest things to this day that made me realize just how different my experiences were as a lesbian was one of my friends would always show me photos of dylan o'brien that she had saved on her phone and she'd just gush about him in a very stereotypical boy crazy way and i never fucking understood it like i recognized he was an attractive actor but her absolute obsession just amused me like i was like why are you like this about him. but then i was literally at the same time making pinterest boards of women and following beautiful women on instagram just so i could stare at photos of women all day so i had no room to talk but the way straight women are so comfortable expressing their sexuality like that was always wild to me like girl take a breath and get your phone out of my face i get it you think he's hot we are in geometry class plz calm down

[3-aem]

Women in stem thingz ♥️💗💝💗💘💓💖💞💖💕💖💓💘💗💘💞💝💓💘✨✨✨✨: trying all day not to burst into tears at werk and failing at it so you gotta go into the restroom every 5 minutes