#ANON I FORGOT THIS IN MY DRAFTS

[acatslifeif]

What are the ROs ethnicities and nationalities?

Matthew: British

Ed: Canadian

Kal: American

Fanna: Japanese

Cheyenne: Egyptian

The Hunter: American

[robo-writing]

Okay, now I need a fic based on the session the reader and Logan has when he was slapped. Like the thought of her passing out and he still continued to fuck her? And her coming too and he’s just pumping her full of his come? Lord have mercy 😩🤤

me getting this anon while i was knee-deep in writing angst is something so funny to me, crying my eyes out then opening my inbox to see this gave me mental whiplash like you can’t believe He barely sounds human, more man than beast. The weight of him pins you into the bed, unable to move. The creaking of the bed, your weak cries, his downright animalistic grunts of pleasure as he thrusts into your tired, achy cunt—you two sound like a cheap porno, and not in a good way.

You have no one else to blame for the six foot wall of muscle that pins you to the bed, holds your hands behind your back and fucks you like he’s got something to prove. His hips meet your backside again, and again, and again—each thrust leaving your ass raw.

You don’t know how long it’s been since he’s put you on your stomach, and you don’t care to know; all you want is for him to keep going. Hell, you’re not sure Logan would stop even if you begged him.

Reduced to his animal instincts, if he’s not panting in your ear like a bitch in heat he’s mumbling the filthiest fucking words into your skin, tongue lapping at the salt that clings to it.

“Mine, mine, mine,” he groans, each word emphasized by the sound of skin slapping on skin. “My girl, mine to fuck, mine to breed.”

It genuinely hurts to breathe, but all you scratching at his arms does is spur him even further. Eventually you give up, lie back like a good little whore and let him fuck you until either you pass out or he runs out of energy.

Unsurprisingly, option A seems to happen first.

A few spots in your vision, a ringing in your ears, then nothing. An unknown time passes, and you wake up in the same spot as before, spread open and speared on Logan’s magnificent dick.

At least from what you can gather he’s a bit more put together now, still pumping himself inside your warm walls, but much less violent than he was before. You feel the familiar thrum of orgasm on the horizon, an odd sort of pleasure-pain that keeps you aware long enough to listen to your boyfriend speak.

“‘M sorry baby, fuck, just couldn’t stop,” he says, kissing up and down your spine in apology, still chasing after his own high with each word. “Feel too good, so, so good, goddamn—“

He’s stuttering, cutting himself off, unable to string together a full sentence. You chance a glance at him and fuck, he’s a goddamn mess. Sweat dripping from his brow, muscles flexing so hard you could count each vein, a rosey blush running from his face to his chest—he looks like he’s just came from hell and back. Damn near incoherent, whispering sweet nothings into your shoulder—

“Lemme come in you baby, just one more time, one more fuckin’ time—“

It’s a rhetorical question at this point; like you ever had a choice with the way his cum drips from your cunt. So full of him that each thrust pulls more out of you, only to be replaced. He’s had to have cum inside of you multiple times, the sloppy sound of it mixing with the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

And yet, he keeps on going.

An urge to control, to keep, a need to stuff his cock inside of you and have you know exactly who it is that has your pussy creaming for him.

[sunsburns]

Hey girl I have a request. I think Clark is into body worship, both receiving and giving but I feel he’d be so cute being in the receiving end. He’s Superman, he gets praise all the time and takes it in stride, but when it comes to you? Oh he gets shy, his cheeks are pink, he stutters a bit. When you tell him how big he is, there’s always a “…you think so?” “I’m not that big…”. His eyes are glazed when you start kissing and groping him everywhere appreciatively. Clark becomes bashful and flustered because all the praise coming from YOU just hits different. Can you please add onto this 😭😭😭

oh, you are absolutely cooking here. clark being shy and flustered when he’s on the receiving end of body worship? that’s a full-course meal. (18+) ᢉ𐭩

it starts with something small. maybe an offhand compliment while he's getting dressed—your eyes lingering just a second too long, watching how his muscles shift under his skin, the sheer width of him, the way his broad shoulders slope into a tapered waist, strong arms straining slightly as he buttons up his shirt.

“you’re so big.”

three words, simple, but they wreck him.

his hands falter, button slipping from his fingers, and his head turns towards you, brows pinched in disbelief, a soft, breathy laugh escaping him like he’s not sure he heard you right.

“…you think so?”

he’s genuinely unsure. as if he hasn’t had people across the globe marvel at him, as if he isn’t literally superhuman in strength, in stature, in presence. but this—you looking at him like that, eyes dark and full of appreciation, tracing every inch of him with slow, lingering touches—this is different.

“clark, baby,” you hum, stepping in closer, letting your hands drag up his chest, feeling the solid weight of him under your palms. you look up at him, “you’re huge.”

his throat bobs, adam’s apple bobbing with a hard swallow. his skin burns under your touch, warmth radiating from him like a furnace.

“i’m not that big…” he tries, voice going a little weak when your fingers curl around his biceps, giving them an appreciative squeeze.

you just smile, letting your hands wander, mapping the planes of his body like you have all the time in the world. “mm, you are. so big. so strong. so perfect.”

and that’s when it happens—his ears go pink first, then his cheeks, and then that soft, bashful smile creeps onto his face, the kind that makes his dimples show. he can’t handle it. his hands come up like he’s going to stop you, but they just hover, unsure—because does he really want you to stop?

“you—” his voice catches, and he lets out another laugh, this time breathier, shaking his head like he can’t believe you. like he can’t believe he gets you.

but you’re not done. no, now that you see how he’s unravelling, you want more. you press your lips to his collarbone, slow and reverent, and he melts. his body twitches under your mouth, his breath coming out uneven as your kisses trail lower, over his chest, down the ridges of his abs, your hands following close behind, smoothing over every dip, every curve of muscle.

and clark—sweet, sweet clark—is squirming.

“baby,” he breathes, voice cracking just a little as he watches you kneel before him, eyes glazed and heavy-lidded. “you don’t have to—”

“but i want to.” you cut him off, lips ghosting over the center of his stomach, feeling how his muscles flex beneath your mouth. you move lower, pressing your cheek against his crotch. you basically nuzzle against his boner, tracing the shape of it with your lips, mouthing it, kissing it over his clothes.

“you’re so beautiful, clark. so handsome. so perfect.”

his whole face is red now, a helpless, lopsided smile tugging at his lips as he runs a hand through his hair, completely overwhelmed. his body can handle a lot, but this?

“okay, but make it quick.”

[hipsternumbertwo]

Starlight Theater AU

[shotmrmiller]

which one of the cod men appreciate home cooked meals the most

i think they all do for different reasons.

simon because yknow. shit childhood. he will inhale anything you put in front of him. used salt instead of sugar? wonderful. get gordon ramsey on the phone, there's a new culinary genius around.

kyle is a culinary god i won't hear otherwise. that man throws down in the kitchen so he loves to see you give it your best. (please use plastic or wooden spoons on his pans.)

johnny is reminded of home. personally believe that he likes to invite the boys over whenever he can because he's happiest when his house echoes with loud, tipsy voices and the clinking of cutlery. (will also beg you to please sit down, you've worked hard enough making sure they're all fed)

and john is a busy man who still had to come home and make himself some dinner but now his little love makes it for him and so he's gotten a newfound appreciation for it.

[gojonanami]

Bringing househusband gojo to your work party <3

he would be so excited to go to your work, while you would be both excited and nervous — you knew others would find your gorgeous and charming husband to be a prize, one that they would want to take. and you knew you had nothing to worry about — but watching your husband wear his best suit and press sweet kisses to your lips after you got dressed did little to ease you.

and you were right — all of the others were fawning over satoru, playfully (and not so playfully) chiding you for not bringing him to the office. you liked to keep work and home separate—so you only had a few pictures of satoru you kept in your office. but while the others fawned over him, he was too busy gushing over you — talking about how wonderful you are, how caring you are, how lucky he was — and he ended off his ramble with pressing a sweet kiss to your head.

and your insecurities ebb away, as you pull satoru into your office and once behind closed doors, you press a sweet kiss to his lips. and he’s only grinning goofily, “what was that for, sweetheart? Not that I’m complaining?”

and you chuckle, wrapping your arms around him as you wonder how did you get so lucky? and you only shake your head, “I just love you so much,” you murmur, and he wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“not as much as I love you.”

[ef-1]

#i have a long standing fixation with how sometimes- daniels lash line gets red and irritated. #when hes tired and his eyebags look bruised and there is that redness that deepens nearer the eye- it looks like a melancholic sunset

BOO! share with the class 👀

[shartfinz]

As someone who’s favorite Mario character (aside from Dimentio) is Gooigi I ask if you have any Gooigi fanart

I didn't so I made these drawings really fast at work just for you

I didn't finish my sentence but I don't remember what "he's" supposed to be so sorry

[wardingshout]

The colours of your art are always so pretty !

aaaaah thank you so much !!!!! ;v; I had a rough stretch for a while but otherwise colours have always been my favourite part of drawing !!

[f1amboyant]

Okay now that girl! Carlos tp idea is amazing, I can imagine Osc and Lando being protective over their own TP cause majority of the paddock has a crush on her.

But also Carlos may have eyes only for her drivers 😭 but it would be fun to see her dynamic with max and charles 👀 and of course nando is proud of her.

AND OMG it would be so hot for McLaren to film a video where TP Girl!Carlos is the one who is driving around the track. I think the media would eat it up and I will as well 😋

Girl TP Carlos is my ultimate crush. I love her so much. And Oscar loves her very much too 🤭

But you're right, anon. They would probably all love her in their way (and yes, I'm a charlos and versainz shipper, so please, let's add more suitors to Carlos, I'm all for it).

[velvetwyrme]

I hope am not bothering with this question but i wanted to ask-

Who do you think from the Transformers cast whould be a cicada?

Sorry again for bothering and bad gramar i don't know how to english well

hiya! you're not bothering me at all!! funnily enough it's actually cicada season where i live, so it's the perfect time to ask 😂

im... not actually sure! i feel like theres actually quite a few good candidates (all for very different reasons!) but none of them quite fit. that being said. out of my options: Swerve is talkative and has that sturdy sorta chunky shape that cicadas have going on (or the ones i know of anyway)

other options I thought of was Blaster/Soundwave because of their music/audio related stuff...

also irl bug tw for under the cut, not related to the ask but. ???

GOOGLE HAS A CICADA BUTTON?? LMAO?

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw!

Omg hiii! ‘n I’m posting it like this to keep it anonymous lolol

Diavolo’s ‘collection’ is honestly impressive- not only does he have a wide variety, anything from more basic ones to knotted ‘n bad dragon.

They’re all the highest quality too! Nothing but the best for him and his partners!

Also you can’t tell me Diavolo wouldn’t get special dildos made just for Luci and Barbatos-

Like those super detailed custom dildos, everything from the size to how many veins it has, knot or no knot- and colored to match who it’s for. Barbatos’ being shades of green and Lucifer being black and red~

After all there’s really nothing hotter for Diavolo, then getting to rile up Lucifer and Barbatos, watch them get desperate and having them whine and beg, for something he had made just for them <3

[omegalomania]

What are some of your favorite aro-/ace-coded fob lyrics?

oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds just for me

boycott love from disloyal order of water buffaloes is a personal favorite of mine. its a lyric i really really want tattooed at some point. that's not the only lyric i latch onto from an aro perspective but it's probably the biggest one

basically the entirety of it's hard to say "i do" when i don't but a special mention goes to you are appealing to emotions that i simply do not have as well as the only ring i want buried with me are the ones around my eyes

it's true romance is dead / i shot it in the chest and in the head from the music or the misery is also a favorite of mine, also just that whole song in general

i thought i loved you but it was just how you looked in the light in hum hallelujah resonates with a lot of queer folks i've found, and it's no different for me

same goes for it's a strange way of saying that i know i'm supposed to love you from g.i.n.a.s.f.s.

i'm outside the door, invite me in / so we can go back and play pretend from alone together brings me back to when i was trying to perform heteronormativity/amatonormativity even if it was making me miserable

i also hold to a very similar vibe with she said "i love you 'till i don't" / i am just playing house, no idea what i'm doing now from sunshine riptide and also most of burna boy's verse, frankly. i fell in love but i didn't fall down and feel like i'm bulletproof, baby in particular

american beauty/american psycho, particularly the first verse. i think i fell in love again / maybe i just took too much cough medicine

golden is a big one for queer folks in general i've found. the chorus especially hits hard from an aro and/or ace reading. and i saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies / and all the lovers with no time for me

i've got a dark alley and a bad idea that says you should shut your mouth is a heavy song no matter how you slice it. but that chorus gets to me in particular: we can fake it for the airwaves / force our smiles, baby, half-dead / from comparing myself to everyone else around me

the kids aren't alright reads to me as one big anthem for platonic love above anything romantic, which resonates super hard with me. the second verse has a lot of good lines that i latch onto from an aroace lens too. your love is anemic and i can't believe / that you couldn't see it coming from me

pretty much the whole chorus of HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T does it for me, and those verses have got some good aroallo vibes too! i never really feel a thing... confidants but never friends...

the whole of fake out is a gimme. that chorus rings real true. starts with love is in the air, i just gotta find a window to break out and finishing with but it was all a fake-out

i've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers is one that has another highly applicable title but the whole refrain of the truth hurts worse / than anything i could bring myself to do to you paired with the one-two punch of that second verse REALLY gets under my skin

and of course, the culminating one: you are what you love, not who loves you from save rock and roll. obviously there are a LOT of ways to read that line

there are a couple other songs i latch onto - wilson (expensive mistakes); a little less "sixteen candles", a little more "touch me"; the (after) life of the party to name a few - but the ones listed above are the big lyrics that resonate with me on a personal level

just in general i have a shitton of fob over on my aro playlist (which doubles as a general aroace/queer playlist but has a lot of emphasis on aromanticism) in case i forgot to mention anything but like i said those are the big ones

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Heyy calico, I hope you don't mind the random ask. I'm pretty curious with how you figure out where you want your stories to go, if you're okay with sharing that of course. Sincerely, a struggling writer lol

I have three big things that help me direct a story (as well as help motivate me to finish stories!)

First---and the thing that helped me finish Never, Secrecy, and Sun and Glass---is knowing vaguely how I want the story to end. Sometimes the specifics change along the way, but having that target gives me something to work towards, and helps me pick a direction.

I've known how I want to end Riot Kings since around page 20, so a lot of story elements are building towards that ending and every major beat is contributing to its setup in some way.

Second, I try to work out themes early on. I am not very good at themes, but even just having a very general idea of what your story means to you can help hone your scenes and your plot direction.

Using Riot Kings as an example again, some of the themes I go back to are kindness having power over darkness/violence and realizing that your side isn't the uniquely "good side" and that you are not immune to committing atrocities. I could argue that kindness is actually the biggest plot driver, since Nabi's befriending of several people and pushing back against cruelty has led to a lot of new developments.

And finally, something that motivates me to carry on with a story is having a few twists and turns I'm excited to write and reveal. They don't have to be anything huge, just something that the characters aren't expecting and have to re-assess in order to get past this new challenge.

In Riot Kings, Wes getting captured by the Inferno wasn't exactly a plot twist, but it was something none of the characters expected and it opened up a lot of new conflict for everyone involved (which in turn gave me a LOT of new material to work with)

Since I figured out these points (through trial and error), I've tried to work them into new projects from the beginning, and it's helped me come up with a LOT of ideas for my wips

I hope this helps!!

[devilslamb]

Do you personally think Dale likes being creepy? Or do you think he doesn’t mean it but just comes off as creepy?

hmmmm... honestly i think it's a bit of both. i think hes able to get a kick out of creeping ppl out sometimes. he has that bit of whimsy about him. when he understands hes going to get a true laugh or a positive reaction, he probably does enjoy it.

but i think most of the time, he just comes off as creepy given his stature and personality. it just makes him feel less and less human and it kind of eats at him when he feels people ostrasize him right in front of his eyes. when he can see the snarled gleam of judgement in their eyes.

it gnaws at his brain, and i dont think the outburst he has in the car after his hardware store trip is the first he's had. i think it happens a lot, and i think he's desperate for some kind of positive interaction.

he just is unable to approach someone in a manner that isnt offputting because i think his twenty plus years of being a murderer has completely dwindled him down.

he no longer sees the families he ruins as families but as the dolls he makes. toys. and when youve been staring at something for so long, stuck in that perspective, u never see anything else.

i think this makes it difficult for him to interact with people in a more normal way than what we see him do. hes lost the connection not everyone are dolls. they're not toys, and so he comes off real creepy and strange. while at the same time, feeling less human himself because of how isolated he is.

hes so insular, stuck down in a basement. him and ruth have alienated themselves from everyone and everything. thinks it makes it easier for them to go on with what they're doing to detach from people as whole. except ruth--she still has to interact with people--so she doesnt come off so alarming.

HOWEVERRRR... if you're his partner, i think he'd loveeee to creep you out in anyway that he could because he knows you still see him as a human. as a person. as someone desperately reaching out for connection through humor or affection. and he sees you the same way because you can understand him. can understand that he's forgotten himself. you know he's teasing most of the time with how creepy he can get. he gets a kick out of it, too. he's like a little clown.

[onlyhereforangst]

What do you think happened between Rose and Peter after she got out of the lab she was held hostage and before the UN showdown? Him checking her for wounds? Cuddling or kissing?

picturing them silent, wrapped up in each others arms and just. grateful. the other is alive, they both survived, they’re survivors who constantly save each other and it’s unreal that they’re both just. there. maybe there’s a near silent press of the lips to a shoulder or a knuckle or a temple. quietly taking inventory of the other, a swirl of relief and residual shock fill the small room as they double- triple- quadruple- confirm that every part of the other is intact, untouched, unharmed. words aren’t really said, peter tried to at first but they got caught in his throat and rose murmured an “i know, me too” and that was the last thing said for hours on end until peter moves his lips against the top of her head to say they should get some rest. rose gives her best attempt at a nod and agreement softly spoken into his chest where she’s tucked. she says pulls away just slightly and his arms reflexively tighten while still allowing her movement- he can’t fathom letting her go again. but she tips her chin back and the shift makes peter tilt his down to better survey her face- eyes glimmering with unshed tears that try but fail to hide the weariness she’s carrying. yet as he makes that observation, the glimmer morphs and rose is edging to close the last few inches between them, something he didn’t realize possible. her lips brush his, gentle, waiting as his eyes scrunch close to halt the sudden onslaught of tears and he instinctively deepens the kiss. it isn’t a kiss that expects more. no, it’s full of fear and hope and anguish and relief and longing and love. it lasts forever and it lasts only a moment. it sears into their brains, permanently etched into their memory, never to be forgotten. and all too soon their lips are breaking apart and rose is tucking her chin back towards his shirt. her lips take one last journey and press into his center- directly over peter’s heart. and his eyes squeeze a tiny bit more because he doesn’t miss the meaning behind that last kiss. his heart is hers and vice versa, he knows that in his soul to be true. she would take such good care of it, too. if only they met in a different life, if only they had more than just tonight.