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i had to pause this mini wip bc of how fucking beautiful shohreh aghdashloo is omg
look at her!!
#genuinely#i took a step back to see how it looked and i.#i just stared for like a good minute#i was talking w my mum and she mentioned she doesn’t rly care how she looks to their ppl#*other#specifically young ppl#bc they’re not bothered abt middle aged ppl#they only like looking at other young ppl#and if that’s the case i do not want to know these young ppl#BC LOOK HOW GORGEOUS SHE IS#AND THE WRINKLES ONLY ADD TO IT#‘anti-aging cream’ NO STOP IT#FOR THE LOVE OF GOD AGE#ITS STUNNING#ITS BEAUTIFUL#LOOK AT HER#the expanse#chrisjen avasarala#shohreh aghdashloo
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My high school did a yearly poetry recitation contest (Poetry Out Loud), so Oh Boy do I know some poems. My favorites are Ozymandias and "the world is about to end and my grandparents are in love," by Kara Jackson. Also in 8th grade we had a Poe unit and had a class contest to make the best music video of the Raven, so I still know a good chunk of that.
i hadn't heard of the kara jackson one! just read through it and enjoyed it, particularly these lines > 'grandma returns to her love like a hymn, marks it with a color. // when the world ends will it suck the earth of all its love? /will i go taking somebody’s hand, / my skin becoming their skin?'
#taking this as a challenge to see how much of ozymandias and the raven i can remember. no i'm not bored at work what gives you that idea#i bet ive got most of ozymandias. the raven may be a lost cause#i met a traveller from an antique land / who said: two vast and trunkless legs of stone / stand in the desert. near them on the sand /#half-sunk a shatter'd visage lies whose frown / and wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command / tell that its sculptor well those passions read#...something or other i do not recall / the heart that mocked them and the heart that fed / and on the pedestal these words appear /#my name is ozymandias king of kings / look on my works ye mighty and despair /#nothing beside remains. round the decay / of that colossal wreck . something or other#the lone and level sands stretch far away#decay of that colossal wreck indeed (my memory for this poem)#oh well.#once upon a midnight dreary as i pondered weak and weary / over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore /#while i nodded nearly napping suddenly there came a rapping / as of someone gently tapping tapping at my chamber door /#tis some visitor i muttered tapping at my chamber door / only this and nothing more#?? (it's downhill from here)#ah distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december / and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor /#something?ly i sought the morrow / vainly had i sought to borrow / from my books surcease of sorrow / sorrow for the lost lenore /#for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels .name lenore / lost to me forevermore#(then there is another stanza; bird-infested word bonanza / which i used to know at some point but do not know anymore /)#something something something door. darkness there and nothing more#oh it's the 'silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain / thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never known before' bit#anyway. deep into that darkness peering something stood i hoping fearing / doubting?? dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before#but the silence was unbroken and the stillness gave no token / and the only word there spoken was the whispered word lenore#(more missing chunks)#oh i remember 'surely said i surely that is / something at my window lattice' because it's such a stupid rhyme#bird time bust time idk#ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore / tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's plutonian shore /#a billion more stanzas i dont remember. except for 'prophet!' said i 'thing of evil! prophet still if bird or devil!#whether tempter sent or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore /' etc. wait you can only add 30 tags to posts now?? i had more raven chunks#ask#anon
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The risk i took drawing this was calculated, but man, am i bad at math
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#tomioka giyuu#kimetsu no yaiba#it was a good idea! draw with the paint markers on the old black paper PPG notebook!#but i could barely see the pencil sketch#then i realized i picked the wrong pattern side bc i had to draw it wrinkled#the markers' tips are not fine tips#and then i realized he had black hair dvfkcnnfha#the white pen didn't work so had to like it with correction pen lol#and only after signing i remembered that i could've signed with a metallic ink pen 🤦♀️#BUT AT LEAST I LIKE THE SWORD#sweet reichel#fanart#i also forgot to paint the red sleeve and had to add it later
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I was tagged by @harrycrozby
... to do this picrew
it was fun, except there weren't many features that matched with mine 😞.
I'm tagging: @dangermousie, @lucysbradford, @catronac7, @harocat, @shady-swan-jones,
@queen-daenerys, @cloudravine, @goldflinch, @01432853, @friends-call-me-meg2-0 and everyone who wants to do it.
#nose is the only thing that actually matches#my face is more roundish square#my eyebrows are more pointed#my hair color is similar to this when it's freshly colored but it fades so quickly and turns into something similar that Anne Shirley has#but bit darker#my style is usually sport chic but occasionally I wear something very girly#and add some wrinkles 😭 I'm ain't that young anymore#and I do wear glasses when I need to
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”Hi, I’m Arturo and welcome to jackass!”
#my oc Arturo#Arturo zephyr freycrest#grandfather knd#knd villains#Nathaniel Allan uno#he was NOT happy and ended up chasing Arturo down and kicking his ass#knd#Usually I don’t add any wrinkles or age lines to rejuvenated GF but I wanted to experiment#I don’t like the wrinkles tbh#rejuvenated gf#rejuvenated grandfather#Arturo only does stuff like this just to piss him off#and it works XD
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I had to rage annotate the edgy slam poetry
#Listen my poetry skills are rusty like most pf my writing analysis skills but like this sucks right?#Like i know almost rhymes are a thing but this shit does not seem intentional so its just kind of nothing and its not like its doing almost#Rhymes to unseat the reader or like idk not to go game of thrones mode but subvert the readers expectations#And its slam poetry so it doesnt need to but still theyre there#And theres the alliteration of sounds for one line and thats it!!!!!!! You arent doing anything fun or interesting with it!!!!#Also how do puddles fly and sheets wither like puddles are known for being...on the ground and sheets are like?????? Girl living things#Wither not sheets like say wrinkled but oh sorry i forgot thats not edgy enough mr puts guts berserks backstory in my slam poetry#Also like i know the sheets are red because ooohh blood colored thats spooky but that doesnt add anything that doesnt make an 'immaculate#Room' less immaculate it just makes it red#Also the break there is the page transition since im reading a digital copy but it might as well be in the texts for how poorly this all#Connects#Like why are you talking about rooms and death and being like oh i cant breathe like??? Even with death youre not describing smell shit#Youre only describing the visuals !!!#The rest of it is just so edgy it turns into pudding for how little substance it has!!!!!!!#Also sorry the it controls line still makes no sense to me like position is the noun right beforehand so its the antecedent or whatever the#Word is but it makes no sense like yeah i guess it does like the position/environment youre in controls your reactions to it but idk its#Just clunky and edgy and stupid#colleen hoover#Hater hours#Sorry for accidentally getting so mad i do poetry analysis but well coho has that effect on me i guess
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Keep thinking about that kaito drawing I did last night.
#art talks about stuff#i'm very fond of him#only thing i wish i did differently is like. try to add some shirt folds/wrinkles#but i was tired as shit so i'll let it pass this time
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Mommy Rabbit is useless, smh
#how does she only know how to do tiger face paint?#why didn’t she learn anything else?#peps wanted to be an elephant dude#just paint her face grey and add wrinkles or smth#dude#I did face painting myself as a party princess#it’s not that difficult!!!
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CHRONOS 2.0 - MAXIS-MATCH GRADUAL AGING SKINBLEND
Fresh and Renewed! This is the spiritual successor of my original Chronos Skinblend, which I made almost two years ago. I still love the old one, but I was craving something new with the same vibe but fewer harsh details and wrinkles, making it more layering-friendly.
It's pretty much the same concept as the old one: giving your Sims a natural and gradual feeling of aging, suitable for everyone, from cute infants to very wrinkly elders. Once again, the very first swatch is the base that I used for this skinblend, in case you want to add the aging details yourself.
Nondefault Skinblend (Face Only)
For All Ages & Genders (Infants - Elders)
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10 Swatches (#01 = Base || #02 - #10 = Age Progression)
This skinblend wouldn’t be possible without these creators: @missrubybird @okruee @helgatisha @miikocc @tamo-sim @heihu
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TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, drugging
fem reader
Thinking about a human collector who decides he wants a new pet to add to his collection...
The air of the animal shelter is polluted by whimpers, howls, and growling as he parades past all sorts of rareties locked up in their cages – all for him to pick and choose from.
The warden is telling him about the new swan hybrid they wrangled a week ago, wings like an angel with the grace of royalty, a true prize jewel of any collection.
He thinks it sounds promising before strolling past you.
Placed in one of the smaller cages on the floor, seemingly tucked away so as not to catch anyone’s attention.
You’re a sorry sight to behold – all starved and shaking – the collar around your throat too heavy for you to lift your head, having to look up at him through your lashes as he crouches down in front of you.
Your eyes are wide like two moons as he sticks a finger in through the bars.
It’s thick like a carrot, and for a moment, you seem like you’re about to scurry away into the very back of your cage – but instead, you inch closer, sniffing at the digit before suddenly snapping at him.
He backs away with a hiss, drawing the warden's attention – who rushes back and knocks his cain against the cage with a growl in his throat, “Stupid critter.”
You’ve narrowed your eyes, nose wrinkled in anger – something akin to a snarl forming your lips. It’s a funny expression to see on such a normally docile breed.
“I’m really sorry, sir. Bunnies aren't usually aggressive, but we’ve had issues disciplining this one for weeks.” The warden rushes out the apologetic excuse, expecting to be sued.
But the collector only chuckles – a deep sound that makes your soft fur stiffen. “That’s fine.”
He pulls a handkerchief from his back pocket, all movements calm and collected as he wipes the spill of blood trickling from the small bite mark you’d left on his finger.
“It’s only a nibble, after all.”
You spit the bitter taste left in your tongue out on his shoes with another sneer.
If it angers him, it still doesn’t show through the lofty smile he wears. His leer is just as poised and heavy as he looks down at you.
“Does she talk?”
The warden had turned to lead him towards the more desirable and tamed section but halted at the question.
He had a puzzled look on his face before he answered, almost in a question himself, “We don’t know.”
The collector scoffed out another small laugh, then pulled out his phone. “How much?”
The warden seemed appalled then. “Sir, we have exotic pets more up to your standard in the back. Are you sure-”
“I want this one.”
The warden looked snuffed at his firm tone. But straightened himself out after a moment. All business as usual. “We can’t guarantee she’ll behave. It could be dangerous-”
But he’s cut off yet again, this time with another rumbling chuckle.
“That won’t be an issue.”
And those dark eyes with that deeply dominating look within them were the last thing you remember seeing before becoming a sleepy heap on the floor of your cage – drooling with a blank stare as you’re carried to the trunk and driven off with.
The tranquilizer makes you fall asleep, waking to heat swallowing you as you’re lowered into a bathtub.
“Let’s get you groomed first.” The same man murmurs in a coo. Petting your head with a heavy hand when seeing your weary eyes try blinking off the sleep – but still left too drowsy to thrash.
Instead, you can just moan as he washes you with a tender smile on his face – his big hands coarse against your creamy skin, rubbing your plush limbs with soap and oil.
“My pets have been an awful handful lately…”
He’s talking about something, but you only catch bits and pieces of the words being said. Something about ruts and scratched furniture – someone’s been pissing in the sofa, and all the pillows are ruined.
He messages the lops of your ears, then rinses them gently.
“But it’s my fault. I’ve been neglectful.”
He cups your tits next, lathering them with the warm milky water, circling your nipples with the gritty pads of his thumbs until they perk.
Then he delves under the water to find your puffy cunt, letting the hot water rush the sensitivity, making it swell with heat as he splits the lips and pets your clit.
You buck your hips, and he awes with a light chuckle, crooning down at you. “It's okay, little bunny.”
His carrot-sized finger teases your hole before sinking inside you, filling you in slow and tentative pumps. Sitting next to the tub, just as composed as before, while your cunt squeezes his knuckles.
He hums, watching your body fight the tranquilizer as you seize up and ripple with release.
He retracts his hand, patting them both on the fluffy towel placed next to him. A content smile on his face. “You’re gonna do perfect.”
After he’s finished drying you, he fixes a collar around your throat and carries you out to the others.
“Gather ‘round, pets.” He announces, placing you down on the soft carpeted floors beneath.
Your limbs are still heavy, too weak to stand just yet. But that all changes with the adrenaline kick.
“Come say hi to your new rut-puppet.”
The stench in the air coats your skin with sweat.
“She’s a fragile thing, though, so make sure to play nice.”
Your big eyes skitter around.
On your left, there’s a wolf, fox, and hyena who all lick their teeth at the sight of you.
Next to them lies a bear that wakens from his slumber. He licks his snout with a huff.
Drool drips from the hang in their lips as they start panting.
And they aren't the only ones.
On your right, there’s a panther and leopard whose eyes all blackout into nothing but a deep pool of darkness.
Their tails slowly meander behind them as they arise from their beds to stalk you.
You whimper, backing up until your back hits the legs of your new owner.
You lift your head to look up at him, only to see him smiling down at you.
“Don’t be shy now. The smell of fear only makes them wilder.”
part 2
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jjk smut#bnha smut#yandere bnha#mha smut#my hero smut
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Quiet Drive
Pairing: Old Man!Logan Howlett x Reader
Warnings: just reader giving oral so reader’s gender is up to you, implied age age… i mean he’s 200 years old so… mentions of alcohol and intoxication, oral sex (m receiving), using spit as lube, Logan growing hard in your mouth, handjob, deepthroating, smut (18+) please no minors
Summary: Logan likes quiet drives, but there’s only way that can happen when you’re sitting in the passenger seat.
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“Feels weird,” you comment, breaking the awkward silence in the limousine.
“What does?” Logan asks, keeping his tiresome eyes on the empty road and strong hands on the wheel.
Clicking your seatbelt off, you shift in the passenger seat so your body can face his. You send him a smile when he raises his eyebrow and steals a glance at you. A giggle escape your lips before replying, “Being in the passenger seat.”
Logan, the driver you are building a close relationship with, says nothing and only grunts in response.
Despite his grunt and borderline hostile attitude, you take it as a good sign. You feel his eyes every time you walk to and from his limousine. You notice the way he grips the wheel when you whisper his name sweetly from the back seat. And sometimes you catch his eyes in the mirror looking at you instead of the road when there’s a red light.
He thinks he’s slick. He ignores the way his heart races when you text him an address, or masks his surprise when you shout drunk confessions about your personal problems with a bottle in your hand. He also limits his vocabulary to deep grunts as his version of yes and no. He never adds onto your small talk, but can’t help himself from calling you ‘Sweetheart’. He figures if he ignores you hard enough his tiny crush will go away.
In order to get rid of the silence, your hand reaches over to the radio. Before you can get a hold on the volume, Logan gently smacks your hand away.
“Come on Lo’. A little bit of music doesn’t hurt, right?”
He tries to ignore the nickname and the way the hand that reached for the radio, is now resting on his thigh. His eyes look at your hand on his thigh and he wants to groan when you hand slips a little higher.
“Like it quiet in here,” he huffs, but you think it’s a cover up for the blood slowly making its way to his cock. “Is that a problem?”
“Think so,” you shrug as your eyes fall to his lap.
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“The only way my mouth is going to be quiet… is if it’s full.”
Your hand migrates to his crotch as you look up to stare at Logan, searching for any signs that maybe you were wrong. Maybe he doesn’t like you and the longing stares are equivalent to the stares you get from your average stranger. Maybe it’s all in your head.
“Sweetheart, do you know what you’re doing?”
The question isn’t a rejection so you waste no time in reassuring him that if he’s willing, you will treat him for every ride he has given you.
“‘Course I do. Will you let me?” You ask, eyes wide and filling with hope.
His face is mean, which scares you into thinking that you have offended him with your attempt to get into his pants and get your mouth on him. However his furrowed eyebrows that emphasize his wrinkles relax as he lets out a chuckle. His broad shoulders shrug, his way of telling you, ‘suit yourself.’
The empty road eases your worries of an accident and you trust Logan’s steady hands before you undo his zipper. You tug at his pants and he awkwardly helps you lower them enough so your hand can palm his dick.
“Wanted you for so long,” you confess, resting your cheek on Logan’s thigh.
You smile sweetly when you hear a quiet hiss the moment your fingers slip beneath his underwear. Your fingertips tangle themselves in the grey hairs leading up to his cock before they hook and tug his underwear down. Logan laughs at the way a line of drool escapes your lips and falls onto his lap, but that laughter is cut off when your eyes meet his and you lick a wet stripe on the palm of your hand. Your wet hand grabs a hold of his semi-hard length.
“Sorry. It can take a while,” He apologizes.
He isn’t as young as he used to be. He has scars that linger on his skin for weeks before they finally fade. His body aches when he wakes up in the morning and he finds himself needing a second cup of coffee before he can drive his first client. He also needs an extra minute in situations like these, despite it rarely happening since he been living his secret life.
“I’m an old man now.”
“I think you’re hot.” You say so bluntly he almost believes you. You wanted to work for his pleasure so it was a win-win situation in your eyes. “Plus, we have more than enough time.”
The address you sent is an hour away so you brush off his words as you hold his semihard-on in your hand; he’s heavy in your sticky hand and it makes you ache. With an experimental lick, you taste him.
His grip on the steering wheel tightens when a soft wine escapes your lips. He steals a quick glance and catches the way you wet your lips before you wrap them around his cock.
Mindful of your teeth, you work your mouth on him and sigh softly when you can feel him. Your dry hand remains on his thigh and you want to giggle when he shifts under your touch drawing small shapes on his flexing quad. Your wet hand works itself up and down, alternating between a tight and loose grip. You work slowly as you mostly use your mouth to warm his growing inches. Instead of pulling off completely when you need air, you carefully move cock so his tip is pressed against the inside of your cheek. After a couple of breaths you focus on warming his spit-soaked cock and repeat the process.
Slowly, he grows heavier and thicker in your mouth. You feel the slight stretch in your jaw and the weight of him on your wet tongue. You’re mesmerized when you finally pull away and let your spit drip down and pool at his base. His cock glistens with every passing street light and suddenly Logan is missing the warmth of your mouth; his hips buckle and curses at his seatbelt pinning him down.
Instead of teasing him, you hold his cock in your hand and press the head of his cock against your lips. Your lips kiss his tip, smearing his precome over your lips. A line of his sticky come stretches over your parted lips when you take in your mouth again. The sight is sinful and has the old man question how the hell he is still driving straight.
“Fuck, you’re filthy.”
His words make you smile. The hand wrapped around him tightens as your drooling tongue licks over the vein on his cock. Logan turns into a leaking mess, especially when you work your closed fist on his cock. His groans slip past his lips and his foot on the gas pedal feels heavier.
“Gotta careful or you’re gonna make me pull over.”
His comment only spurs you on as you suck his leaking tip and let your hand jerk his cock. Your empty hand finds itself gripping his thighs when your mouth takes more of him. Your lips struggle to stretch over his cock and you hold off a gag when his cock slowly reaches the back of your throat.
“Shit!”
His loud curse makes you pull off his cock. Mindful not to end his pleasure, you work your hand over his wet cock. The mix of both your spit and his come let your hand glide over his cock and fill the car with soft squelching sounds.
“Thought you liked when it’s quiet?” You ask teasingly.
The question makes Logan chuckle. Adjusting his hold on the wheel, he uses his free hand to scratch at his greying, thick beard. “You’ve got a mouth on you, sweetheart.”
“In more ways than one,” you playfully wink before you let him stretch your mouth open.
The noises of your mouth swallowing his cock paired with Logan’s heavy breathing fill the limo and you feel yourself squirming with need. Your knees ache from holding your weight and the middle armrest digs into your stomach. It’s uncomfortable but worth every moan that escapes Logan’s mouth. It’s only fair you get to hear his sounds of pleasure after dealing with his grumpy attitude.
“Sweetheart, gotta keep your keep your head down,” he whispers suddenly.
Not fully catching his words, you try to pull off his cock to ask him to repeat himself, but his strong hand shoves you back on his cock. Tears build in your eyes when his cock hits the back of your throat. Your nails dig into his thigh and suddenly your nose is brushing against his grey hairs.
“Just a little longer. Stay down.” Logan’s voice is uneven as the grip on your head tightens, keeping you down.
You don’t question, instead you accept it. Shutting your eyes you try your best to calm your breathing. Your tongue licks his cock the best it can with your mouth being so full. The hand that was gripping the base of his cock slips down to his balls.
It takes every bit of strength in Logan to not look down. To not pull you off his cock and kiss you until his lungs ached. Instead he prays he doesn’t come down your throat and tries to drive past the car driving in the opposite lane.
One hand grips the wheel while the other holds your head down to swallow his cock. His windows are tinted, but the asshole driving has his high beams and could easily see you if he just looked over. He is careful to not draw any attention to his lap despite him knowing no stranger would be that noisy. Still he doesn’t want to take the risk.
Or maybe this was his excuse to feel the back of your throat. To feel the way you swallow his cock and struggle to breathe.
“Almost gone, love.” His words are encouraging and have you wondering if you want Logan to whisper sweet nothings into your ear on a regular basis.
The lights are blinding when the car finally passes them and once the road is clear Logan’s grip on your head is gone. Logan expects you to pull off, take a breath, instead you stay. Your nails digging into his thigh only dig harder, but you focus on his pleasure and reach to softly squeeze his balls.
“F-fuck.” His curse is his only warning and suddenly Logan is spilling into your mouth.
Feeling lightheaded, you finally pull away. A loud gasp fills the car and you’re quite a sight. Your eyes are teary, mouth is glistening with both your spit and his come to the point you have your mixture drooling onto your chin.
You let your hand do the rest of the work as you tug at his leaking cock. You let out a giggle when your thumb swipes over his tip and bring that thumb to taste him before looking up at the man who looks like he went to heaven and came back.
His mouth opens to say something, but he’s having trouble. His mind tells him to thank you, but his heart tells him to confess his feelings, but that would be cheesy, right? Luckily he keeps his mouth shut and you break the silence.
“Hey Logan?”
He lets out a relaxed yet nervous sigh before humming.
“Pull over, I’ve always wanted to have sex in a limo.”
He scoffs, but you see the blush on his cheeks and hear his emergency lights turn on. He checks his blind spot over his shoulder smiling when he confesses, “Gonna kill me, sweetheart.”
“But you like me.”
He’s speechless for second before he agrees, “Yeah, love, I like you.”
No pressure tags but also just a few of my favorite writers for Logan! Hopefully yall have seen me in your comments! If not i will comment even more! I love your works <3 @eupheme @mrsimpurity @tojigasm @moonlight-prose @ozarkthedog
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18+ content, MDNI.
cw ;; male masturbation, fantasizing, doggy style, breeding kink implied, body descriptions, cum descriptions (i tried 🤥), female masturbation mentioned for 2 secs, poorly proofread as always :) pls enjoy
think about best friend!dick grayson after a late-night facetime call. right after a soft ‘goodnight’ from you, voice low and groggy before hanging up and leaving him alone. his is raspy and sultry by a default, groans already slipping through his lips as he palms his bulge at the memory of your pretty tits pushed together while laying on your side that’s basically tattooed onto his brain. it’s one of those i’ll regret this moments for him, simply due to the guilt of perverting his best friend that he’ll feel later on. for now, though, just the fabric of his plaid pajamas getting tighter around his cock is enough to disregard it.
it sucks that he can’t see you for a while; sucks that instead of feeling your tight cunt milk him dry he’s gotta do it himself. he’s stuck with the vivid image of your body bent to his needs, going “oh- fuck,” when the back of his head thumps the headboard, dick twitching with your back arched and ass bouncing against his pelvis. it’s so lewd he swears you can be heard, pathetic and high pitched uhn, uhn, uhn’s into his pillows that’d only make him anchor his fingers under your tummy and pummel your pretty pussy harder.
his hand glides over the thick vein along the underside of his shaft and he shudders, hips meeting his strangling grip as precum dribbles from the tip. he adds a twist to his wrist and lets out a particularly drawn out moan, abs contracting as his bicep tenses at his efforts. his climax builds as his heavy balls tense and he forces himself to a slower stroke, drawing a metallic taste when his teeth bite into his lip. he can hear you begging him to keep going.
“shit. shit, baby,” dick’s adam’s apple bobs as he rolls his neck, free hand tugging wrinkles in the sheets. his bright idea of bringing himself to the edge is abandoned once his reality is drowned out; balls deep inside of you instead, getting you crying on his cock when he fucks you full. mmfuck, ‘s so good, dickie, please- you’re whining incoherently for him, eyes rolling as drool soils his pillowcases, left at his mercy while his long cock breaks you in. by now he’s palming your asscheeks like he’ll lose you, just as loud as you when he’s groaning for you to be a good friend and keep throwing it back onto him.
once his hips stutter, dick calls your name, peeling his eyelids open at the sign of overstimulation. he almost feels pathetic now, dealing with the sight of his cum splattered along his abdomen and dripping down his shaft with a few more long thrusts. he’s made a mess just for you, cum thick and warm against his skin—it’s a shame you won’t see it. a curse leaves his lips in defeat, thumb grazing his tip and bringing himself to a twitch once more.
inside, though- he needs to be inside of you and he craves it so much that he can’t bring himself to stop. matter of fact, he couldn’t stop—not once he realizes he’s still throbbing for your cunt. your best friend fucks his hand just wishing he could indulge in your pussy, pulling all those pretty noises outta you. those same pretty noises you’re muffling into your own pillow right now, aching for his dick to bruise your insides and fuck you stupid.
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Actually while I'm thinking about it, I just wanna say that the more live-action remakes Disney shlups out like shoveled manure, the more amazed I am that Cinderella (2015) exists. It breaks literally every standard of Disney's LA remakes.
It's not a shot-for-shot remake of the original 1950 animated film, though it does include small references and homages to it, but only when such things can be incorporated organically into the story.
The creators understood and respected the cross-cultural significance of the Cinderella story. They didn't want to "fix" it, or add some wacky twist to it, they just wanted to make the best possible version of the Quintessential Cinderella that they could.
Everything that could be done practically was done practically. The carriage was a real, the horses pulling it were real, and all of the other animals (with the exception of the mice and lizards, since their performance was a lot more involved than the others') were real living animals, the lizard footman and goose carriage driver were wearing prosthetics instead of just having their animal features added in post, the Fairy Godmother's dress had little LED lights sewn into it so that it would actually glow for real, the ballroom set was built by hand and included real chandeliers with more than 2000 total candles that were all actually lit for the scene, and I could go on but you get the point.
There's a ton of attention paid to little details that make the world feel real and lived in. Ella's shoes are always a little scuffed and dirty. Her farm dress is faded and wrinkled. When she breaks down and runs away to the woods, she rides her horse bareback (which, once again, was a thing Lily James actually did, no stunt-double or editing in post), because not only is that something a country girl like her would know how to do, but it also makes sense that with as upset as she is, she wouldn't want to waste time with saddling the horse. When she's dancing with the prince, it's visually obvious that he is leading her and giving her cues because of course Ella wouldn't know the latest ballroom dances, and would need him to guide her through it.
Hey speaking of dancing, y'know what else this movie does that no other LA remake has been allowed to do (at least not to this extent)? ROMANCE. Land sakes alive, this is one of the most unabashedly and yet still tastefully romantic movies I've ever seen. Ella and Kit are just oozing romantic chemistry from the moment they lock eyes for the first time. It all comes down to the fact that these two characters both have the same core values of courage and kindness, which makes their admiration for each other feel grounded and believable. Richard Madden also really sells Kit's feelings for Ella with the way his eyes go all big and soft whenever he looks at her. And don't even get me started on Lily's performance as Ella. Her quiet awe that someone as powerful as the prince loves her. The timidity and fear that she's not really worthy of that. The selfless determination to protect him from her family's cruelty, even if it means she'll never see him again, I'm just-- *banging my fist against the table and screaming into a pillow*
Absolutely god-tier costume design. No notes, I think Sandy Powell's work speaks for itself. Btw, in case you were somehow still wondering, yes, Ella's ballgown is fully practical--those layers upon layers of dreamy silk skirts are real. CG was only used to brighten up the blue color to make her stand out from the crowd more.
Wicked stepmother was allowed to actually be wicked. The movie never tries to make you sympathize with Lady Tremaine, or shift the blame off to someone else. And her villainy is given an extra layer of depth with the reveal that she is a dark reflection of Ella. They've both lost people they loved, but where Ella refused to let her grief get in the way of kindness, Lady Tremaine became utterly consumed by it. She views the death of her first husband as a sort of twisted justification for pursuing all her worst impulses. She despises Ella for her ability to flourish even while enduring terrible suffering, for being everything Lady Tremaine was either unable or flat-out refused to be.
Also Cate Blanchet absolutely SLAYS in this role. Hands-down my favorite portrayal of the wicked stepmother character.
Anyways, TLDR: Cinderella (2015) is the only Disney live-action remake that can justify its own existence and that's because it actively defies everything the LA remakes are today.
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so what about pirate!gojo who's been tasked with taking this noble daughter, you, off to some far-off land in exchange for some fat pieces of gold.
you're the noble's only daughter, and it's from some political dispute that pirate!gojo doesn't have the time of day to be worrying about.
he just took you from your home, stuck you on his (dirty, you'd add with a wrinkled nose and raised brow) ship, and sailed to the people who promised him money.
but gods almighty they didn't warn him that you talked. if he didn't know any better he'd guess that you were happy with being abducted (you were, back home you didn't really have any friends or anybody to talk to and pirate!gojo was here and oh so pretty).
and he's so annoyed, so mad that he's being wrung dry by this girl he'd thought to be prim and proper but you literally curse more than a sailor and have such a huge and demanding appetite.
and sure, pirate!gojo could act as annoyed as he wanted to, act like you were the biggest nuisance to him ever since his right-hand man, pirate!geto, got that talking parrot, but nobody can hide the fact that pirate!gojo was the first to jump in without thinking when you went overboard.
and nobody could no longer pretend that it was just hatred when pirate!gojo hauled you back, his crew never seeing him so pale and terrified as they tried to get that water out of your lungs. nobody could deny the look of imminent relief on his face, nor the fact that he never left your bedside.
but it's all for the gold, pirate!gojo promises. that's. it.
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the importance of skincare a gojo satoru fic
PAIRING: gojo x reader SUMMARY: worried about your boyfriend's skin health, you're set out on a mission to teach him about skincare, sitting him down and rubbing products over his face while seated on his lap. only, he convinces you that he has something to teach as well about facials. just not the kind you expected. WARNINGS: NOT EDITED, oral (m!rec), gojo cums all over reader's face, nsfw, FLUFF (a lot of it), established relationship, gojo is a nuisance, gn!reader, i have writer's block and this helped, silly little thought based off this drabble
“Applying sunscreen on my boyfriend because otherwise, this is what we’ll look like when we’re 60.”
You gasped out loud, despite being alone. Rolling around on the couch you were lazing in, you stared at the paused screen in front of you: a woman and her boyfriend, except she’s finely aged with a few wrinkles, and he looks like an extremely wrinkled potato. Suddenly, your mind flashes back to all the moments your boyfriend, Satoru, would scroll on his phone while you finished your nighttime skin care routine.
“Baby, you really should start doing some skincare.” You give him a sideways glance while rubbing snail mucin all over your face.
Satoru looks up from whatever nonsensical reel on his page half heartedly and observes you as you pat your hands all over your face and neck. “I wash my face.”
“Using your 13-in-1 wash?”
“I don’t use 13-in-1 wash.” Satoru fully looks up, frowning. Sassily, he adds, “And what you’re rubbing all over your face looks like cum.”
That’s as much prodding you’ve done to convince your boyfriend to adopt better facial hygiene, but today was different. You were not about to let your pretty boyfriend get skin cancer or age like milk.
The door opened, as Satoru stepped into your apartment. “Hi, baby!” You perked up from washing your dishes, your form barely able to peek over the kitchen counters over to him, at your doorstep. He can hear pitter patters of your feet as you make your way to him. Then your warmth envelops him, smelling of dish soap and rose. He gives a little mwah! to the top of your head while murmuring, “I bought crepes for you today. Extra Nutella and everything.”
But rather than excitedly reaching for the crepes, you stayed in his hold, hugging onto him tight and stuffing your face in his shirt, breathing in deeply as if to memorize his scent. Satoru confusedly looks down at you, hesitantly coming up to rub your scalp to give you head scratches with his free hand. “Are you okay?”
“Satoru, we have to talk,” you mumble into his chest.
Alarmed, Satoru looks down at you. “Oh my god,” Satoru nervously exclaims, “at least let me put down our crepes before you give me a heart attack.” Your only response is to nuzzle your face further into his chest, while he grabs your hand, unwraps you from him, and leads you to your couch. He puts the crepes down on the dinner table and grabs both of your hands, pouting and frowning slightly in that sweet, ignorant way of his. “What happened? Did I do something wrong?”
You glanced up at him, staring in distress. “Babe, you need to do your skincare.”
“This is what you wanted to talk about?” Satoru looks at you confused. “I thought it was something serious.” You almost want to sob at the way he looks like a confused kitten. You don’t understand why you’re so hung up over that one TikTok—although, your menstrual cycle app did say menstruation was near—but it definitely changed your outlook on your boyfriend’s skin health.
“This is serious.” You were visibly growing more and more listless until you suddenly make the decision to stand up and make your way somewhere towards the bathroom.
When you came back, you had your hefty Chanel purse, one that Satoru gifted you for your 2nd year anniversary. You set it down in the space between you and Satoru with a plop! as you began to rummage through the contents to find your essential skincare items. Dragging him to the bathroom, you command him to wash his face. And, to his credit, he does go through all the motions, albeit a little confused.
A few minutes later, you sit him down on the couch—with your skincare items in hand—and take your seat on his lap. Satoru’s still a little confused as to what’s going on, but—to his credit—you aren’t doing much explanation, either.
“Baby, I’m really confused,” Satoru is now putting his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to his torso as you lather different creams on your hands. Any further questions from him are stopped as you gently rub them all over his face, targeting his T-zone and cheeks.
“I saw a TikTok of this girl ‘nd her boyfriend, ‘Toru,” you explain, lathering his face. “He doesn’t do his sunscreen, so he’s going to look like an overboiled tomato when he’s 60. Didn’t want the same for you.”
You continue to reach for another bottle, until you realize it’s set too far down the table for you to reach. Naturally, Satoru reaches it for you and puts it in your hands, frowning. “You made me so worried. I thought I did something wrong.”
“You are doing something wrong. You’re doing your pretty skin wrong.” You were scowling, but your hands were sweetly patting Satoru’s face in a way that made him relax. After a long day of dealing with Yaga, he appreciated your soothing hands massaging the tension out of his face. It was never easy dealing with dissaproving old fucks.
Deciding to adjust his posiiton, Satoru crossed his arms behind his head, laying back onto the couch instead of sitting. Closing his eyes, he felt you straddling him in an effort to reach across his torso to his face to continue your pampering. You both fell into a comfortable silence as you droned on about what you were putting onto his face. A serum that smelled good. “This is hyaluronic acid serum. This’ll keep your face nice and hydrated.” A cream that felt cold on Satoru’s skin. “This is niacinamide, because I know you picked on your acne and boogers when you were going through puberty.” He wanted to protest, but it was so hard to when you pair the insult with a small smooch on his nose. Something that smelled harsher than the others. “This is retinol, and it’ll help you prevent wrinkles.”
In the midst of your teaching, he cracked open an eye and grabbed both of your hands by the wrist, seemingly in thought. “Wait, babe. You’re missing something.” You blinked. “What?”
“Well, there’s this thing called facials." The beginnings of a smug smile bloomed across his face. It’s really good for your skin, ‘nd I have just the thing with me."
“‘Toru, you are so stupid,” you whined, licking up and down his cock and balls, giving little kisses to his pink and throbbing length.
“Shhh, baby, this is good fo’ you, I promise.” Sounds of plap! plap! echoed throughout the room as your boyfriend slapped his cock against your cheeks. He groaned, taking in the arousing sight of you: on your knees, only wearing his shirt. His cock hardens at the thought of you, his pretty little girlfriend, spending all day in his clothing. He could see your cute little baby blue panties covering your ass as his shorts rode up in your attempts to take his cock deeper in your mouth. As you continued to slobber on his cock, deepthroating him, he could continually smell your arousal, moaning as he realized you must be ruining your underwear.
“Awww, I can smell you, sweetheart. Your little pussy getting wet from just sucking my cock? I’m not even touching you,” Satoru pouted in faux pity and cooed, patting your head while he continually fed you his cock.
You tried to protest. “Mmmff—”
“Shhhh,” Satoru had a cocky smile on his face as he shushed you. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, baby.” With that, he lightly grabbed your hair, looking down at you for permission. When you nodded, he began face fucking you in earnest, cock throbbing as your hot, wet mouth enclosed around him. Your tongue laving over his sensitive spots made him groan. “Your mouth feel sooo good. What a good girl, taking my cock, slobbering all over it—fuck.”
He felt himself coming closer. “Baby,” he groaned, “you’re about to make me cum. Gotta give you your facial, right? Make you all nice and pretty?” You whined, tears running down your cheeks because of your stuffed mouth. It sent vibrations up and down his cock, making him come even closer. “Fuuuuck. Fuck, I’m coming.” Satoru pulled out of your mouth, pumping his cock onto your face, your tongue stretched and your eyes directly on his. Rubbing your tongue softly on his tip was what made him reach his climax; he moaned as he splurted long and think ropes of cum, coating your cheeks, forehead, and tongue. It was all so messy. Even after being done, Satoru was continually rubbing his cum into your skin with his cock.
“Wheeew.” Satoru giggled, reaching down to put you on his lap. “Looks like you got your skincare.”
“Satoru, please give me a tissue. Right now. Your cum is dripping all over my face.”
“Aw, don’t be like that,” he whined. To your annoyance, he only further rubbed in the creamy substance over your face, using his palms and fingers to spread it.
Disgusted, you knew what to say. “You’re never getting head from me ever again.”
Satoru had never scrambled to the bathroom faster.
a/n lol he's so stupid. this is the only thing i could force my brain to write but now i'm locked in and finishing all my drafts fr
#aashi writes#jjk#jjk x reader#gojo satoru#gojo smut#gojo x reader smut#gojo x y/n#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x y/n#jjk smut#jjk gojo satoru#gojo fluff#gojo x reader fluff#gojo x y/n fluff#gojo x y/n smut#jjk fanfiction#gojo fanfiction#gojo x reader#gojo saturo#gojo#gojo fanfic#gojo x you smut#jjk fluff#jjk fanfic#divider by cafekitsune
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The reason why I always emphasize that utrh era Jason is 18/19 and refuse to let people forget that Jason and Tim are canonically 2 years apart is because the concept of Jason as a fairly young adult with little to no support system is a fascinating concept to me and it goes under explored in both canon and fanon. I think it adds such an interesting wrinkle to the everything and is a great contrast to all the Red Hood shit. I’m thinking about New Earth Jason specifically here, he’s both younger than post-nu52 Jason and more isolated. Most people at 19, even if they can afford to be out on their own in this economy, still have contact with their family of origin for support. Jason is not only estranged from his family with little to no support system (depending on how much you interpret Talia being involved after Lost Days), he’s also doing mob boss shit while he’s still technically young enough to be somebody’s prom date. He didn’t go to his prom because he was probably in Russia learning how to make bombs or something (and because, yknow, the whole dying thing).
Jason is someone who both had to grow up too fast and by all means should be somewhat emotionally stunted. Not only does trauma stunt you he was catatonic for long enough that he’s missing literal years from his adolescence. He’s young enough that he’s still reeling from trauma from childhood and adolescence (late teens/ early twenties are peak ‘desperately trying to recover from childhood’ era).
I think underneath the rough Red Hood exterior that Jason should be naive in ways that people wouldn’t really expect. He doesn’t have much experience with relationships (both romantic and friendships), and it’s been years since he’s socialized much with people his age (he doesn’t socialize much at all he’s pretty isolated). I think even if he doesn’t look young that at times he would slip up and show that he is
Also I just love the contrast. I like the idea that sometimes you’ll hear Red Hood cackle without the helmet on and you’ll recognize traces of that 15 year old kid and then he’ll shoot someone immediately after. Like imagine if utrh was a Boy King of the underworld sorta deal
#Hence why batfamy fics where Jason is Tim’s pseudo parent don’t really vibe me. 1. He would not do that 2. Those 2 are in the same age group#& 3. His childhood was fucked enough stop trying to make him a Teen Mom 😭. He’s already been a young caregiver via Catherine. ENOUGH#Jason Todd#dc#under the red hood#there she goes again with the 5 paragraph persuasive essay about The Character 🙄#long post#the yapper strikes again I fear
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